With the continuous advancement of his regiment.


    Yogimov, who is deeply hidden in the deepest part of the [World of Africa], also found many hidden problems in the process.


    For example, the [magic judge] he created is not weak in strength and wisdom, even very strong.


    At all costs.


    Basically, any [magic judge] is a weak novice [travel mage], but they don''t have their special abilities.


    So even if there was a lot of bleeding, he only made three.


    But [magic judges] have more or less different degrees of defects in their character.


    Arrogance, cruelty, madness


    For this phenomenon.


    Although yogimov was dissatisfied, he had no good way.


    Because these deep-rooted bad habits are most likely to spread from his source


    Unless we deprive the [magic judges] of their individual character, otherwise, there is basically no hope of change.


    The flesh and blood life without personality is just a movable piece of meat, which has less potential than the [artifact creature] made of all metal.


    So, after a lot of thinking.


    Looking at the [magistrates] who are commanding a large number of subordinates such as ant colonies in the distance and constantly moving a large number of materials into the [World of Africa], yogimov finally chose to give them time to grow on their own.


    This period of time when we can''t find a chance to enter the [dominarian world] is equivalent to training.


    Sharpen their character and strength with the blood of other worlds


    ------


    Time flies.


    Three hundred years passed in a flash.


    Hundreds of worlds were destroyed by the world of Africa during this time.


    Supported by countless plundered resources.


    First of all, as the God of phrecesia, yogimov has directly become more than a little stronger than before in terms of strength.


    And the forces under his command inevitably ushered in an exponential surge in the trend of spreading the virus wherever they went!


    Although the vast majority of infected people are just useless garbage.


    But under a huge number of piles.


    The extremely small probability of successful evolution has been piled up with many excellent finished products without limit.


    Among them, there are some things that make yogimov feel bright!


    At the same time, as their actions become more and more high-profile.


    [lvmage], the vision of this world-class caster group, is also inevitably attracted.


    Fortunately, most of those [travel mages] are not powerful passers-by goods.


    Therefore, for yogimov, the existence of those guys is more like disgusting flies and insects than fatal threats, which constantly drag him back.


    Even if it can quickly infect indigenous life and even mechanical creation, it will continue to produce its own army.


    But those [planeswalkers] can transmit without limit in their own rear.


    After coming over, he threw a few large-scale spells and ran away. It was true that he had no countermeasures.


    His logistics world will suffer a lot in three days!


    And since then.


    For the disgusting space-time transmission ability of [traveling mage].


    Yogimov began to build some special tubes with strange shapes and interlaced each other in the [World of Africa] to disrupt the space-time structure, so as to prevent them from implementing the home stealing strategy against themselves according to the space-time shuttle ability of [traveling mages].


    However, the conquered world, due to different geographical environment, is still unable to do so.


    We can only try our best to cultivate viruses in them and reverse the nausea of those traveling [mages].


    This day.


    Just as yogimov was about to send reinforcements again to deal with the urgent situation in a certain world.


    A special wave suddenly passed from the space-time shuttle to the depths of yogimov''s consciousness.


    His words that he was arranging war plans for his subordinates immediately stalled.


    next.


    His face was like crazy joy.


    [dominarian world] the magic ceremony that prevented him from entering it suddenly failed just now!


    He clearly perceived this!


    "Give up all the world being raided.


    Fully develop the world with surplus value!


    Jihad is about to begin! "


    In ecstasy.


    Yogimov directly ordered his orders to cross countless obstacles in time and space, and reflected them in the minds of hundreds of millions of subordinates at the same time.


    It is his long cherished wish to destroy the whole dominarian world!


    For this, he can do whatever it takes.


    In the distant [World Tree], Olga, who is thinking about the devil in the [endless storm territory], also has an induction at this moment.


    Different from yogimov''s joy, he frowned slightly.


    "It''s just a little hot..."


    In this way, he casually sent some information to imoku.


    A particularly grand war.


    It is very helpful for them to spread what is called the "moss of evolution".


    Just like the disaster stricken African region, it has never been picky about guns and emergency drugs.


    I believe taking advantage of the catalysis of this battle.


    The crazy spread of [evolutionary moss] will certainly give the aborigines of this plane a great surprise in the future


    -----


    Soon.


    [Dominican world]


    A normal figure suddenly appeared on a rather old altar.


    This is a specially modulated [non ricksians], whose greatest role is to carry out various espionage and intelligence collection missions.


    Right now.


    Through the homology of their own and each other''s consciousness.


    Yogimov took over the body directly and remotely.


    Under the action of dark vision, the original dark environment around him did not cause him any trouble.


    Looking around, there are still a large number of old relics of the original scene, although they have been corroded for a long time.


    Yogimov''s cold and morbid heart inexplicably appeared a little melancholy.


    Before a long time.


    It used to be one of the main cities of the whole [soran] race.


    At that time, he was only a yogimov of [soran].


    He used to be a member here and a ruler here.


    And right now.


    There is no glory here, but it has become a dark underground relic.


    After remembering for a while.


    Yogimov''s eyes gradually looked at an area not far from the altar.


    It was a special ceremony.


    However, there are two vacancies in the most central area of the ceremony.


    Looking at the dust on it and the new footprints around it, as well as some abandoned tools.


    Yogimov immediately roughly judged the actual situation.


    Several lucky or unfortunate guys found it when digging up the ruins.


    Then, in the act of digging a treasure, he took away the core components that play a vital role in the ceremony.


    This gave him a chance to enter the world of Dominaria again.


    "Rebecca, it seems that fate is on my side..."