Abyss Demon of All Realms

He could feel hundreds of millions of bright fires of civilization flashing in his brain one after another.

That feeling made him extremely satisfied.

At this time.

His movements froze suddenly.

With some doubts.

He looked behind him.

A figure who entered here at unknown time also appeared in his eyes.

this moment.

Under the power of Mishra.

The many artifacts behind him automatically flashed bursts of brilliance.

officially entered the active state.

It is no surprise that the other party perceives himself.

He didn't even care about the artifacts that were ready to attack at any time.

Yawgmoth, who has been traveling in [The World of Dominaria] for many years, with a look of interest on his face, glanced at Mishra a few times, and said casually:

"Originally, I just heard that there is a junior with good ability here.

Unexpectedly, [Weakness Stone] would be here with you.

It seems that you have played a good role in its role. "

Hearing this, under the instinctive sense of crisis.

A trace of cold sweat.

Immediately it slid off Mishra's face.

He felt great pressure...

The reason.

In addition to being seen through by the opponent at a glance.

He also vaguely judged through the [Weakness Stone] that the guy in front of him, although he looks human in appearance.

But the essence inside the other party is another kind of thing that is completely different from human beings and contains countless malice.

"Who are you? Or what are you?"

While posing your own questions.

Misra also began to back away slowly,

Prepare to use your backhand not far away, and quickly implement the running strategy.

Not paying attention to the other party's actions, Yawgmoth replied casually:

"It's really rude.

As the [God of Phyrexia], I should have sentenced you to death immediately.

But for the sake of you as a junior with good ability, I will spare you the death penalty.

Just, you know.

Living crimes are more difficult to escape..."

"Thank you so much."

After dealing with the other party with a smile but not a smile.

Misra, who managed to get in touch with his backhand, also heaved a sigh of relief.

Just when he was thinking about whether he should take the opportunity to test a few words.

A sudden sharp pain.

But it came from his abdomen.

And attack Mishra's existence.

It is an artifact made by himself.

next moment.

Under Mishra's unbelievable eyes, several other artifacts cut off his hands and feet respectively.

Screaming and despairing.

Mishra fell into a pool of blood with a face full of disbelief.

Surrounded by many artifacts.

Looking at Mishra who could only wriggle and struggle on the ground like a worm, Yawgmoth walked forward slowly with a cruel smile on his face:

"No thanks.

Seeing that you are a talented person, I will let you successfully play your role..."

Chapter 668: Battle of Brothers

after one day.

The quasi-industrial underground secret room that was originally filled with various mechanical parts has become an operating room full of various flesh and blood.

Countless blood and flesh and blood, like torn residues, were randomly scattered in the underground secret room.

And most of those things came from Mishra's subordinates.

Confront Yawgmoth.

They who were guarding nearby had no resistance at all.

Easily, it became a pile of minced meat that could not be described in detail.

And Misra as the main target.

Now it is even more miserable, hanging quietly on a shelf like a dried specimen.

His abdomen was like an opened box, which had been thrown away from the middle.

A large number of organs have long since disappeared.

Instead, there are many refined mechanical artifact components, forcibly maintaining Mishra's life.

His lips were cut.

After undergoing a long transformation, he no longer even has the strength to scream.

Exhausting his last strength, he just asked feebly:

"who are you?"

Faced with this boring question that is almost tired of listening.

Yawgmoth first casually slashed at the opponent's liver, and embedded some tiny gears in the gaps in the blood vessels.

He answered very casually:

"The [Weakness Stone] you took was born because of part of my credit. Who do you think I am?"

Hear this.

Mishra, whose brain was already groggy, immediately flashed countless messages in his mind.

As an existence that relies on the [Weakness Stone] to be able to rise.

Of course Mishra has studied [History of the Thran] in depth.

Get a general idea of ​​the truth about the destruction of that powerful group.

And among them.

Focuses on a lunatic.

A crazy, cruel lunatic who directly led to the destruction of [Solan Civilization].

It is said that the birth of [Power Stone] and [Weak Power Stone] is directly related to that lunatic and another [Solan] genius.

Look at the guy in front of you.

Especially after combining the other party's means of doing things.

Mishra was both surprised and a little unbelievable.

After hesitating for a while, he said a name a little uncertainly:

"Yawgmoth?"

heard.

Yawgmoth, whose name was mentioned, did not change in the slightest, he just sighed nonchalantly:

"It seems that my reputation, even after thousands of years, is still pretty good in this old land of the [Solan Kingdom]..."

While talking.

He took out dozens of slender metal nails from the toolbox beside him.

Forcing them into the joints of Mishra's body.

Afterwards, he took out a tool with a special shape, and began to slowly gesture to Mishra's skull, as if planning to perform a craniotomy on the other party.

But still without anesthesia.

Listen to his default words.

Look at these scenes again.

As a victim, Misra could only feel infinite despair in his heart.

He is very clear.

Let alone this time.

Even in a well-prepared state, he is not qualified to fight against this lunatic named Yawgmoth.

This is one of the most famous geniuses in the history of [Solan Clan]!

I also understand why the artifacts and artifact creatures that I have created are robbed of control without any resistance.

To put it bluntly, the technology he used was just a few broken limbs left over from the [Solan Civilization] back then.

Naturally, he couldn't resist Yawgmoth who possessed superior technology!

then.

What greets Mishra is eternal despair...

His brain was forcibly opened, his soul was ingested out, and his self-consciousness began to be forcibly rewritten...

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Two days later.

Everything is over.

The basement was quiet again.

In this bloody environment, Mishra stood on the ground again as if he had recovered intact.

Judging from the appearance alone, it is almost impossible to see any problems.

just.

At this time, if anyone can peel off his skin.

It can be immediately discovered that at least 70.00% of Mishra's body has been replaced with a special metal structure.

All kinds of spell patterns, energy cores, and artifact parts replaced the internal organs that he used to survive.

And his own will.

Under the irresistible force, he sank into eternal darkness and became Yawgmoth's servant.