"J. Robert King - Invasion Cycle 02 - Planeshift" - читать интересную книгу автора (King Robert J)

Weatherlight herself. The once-still camp boiled in
confusion, but one fact was clear. They would all be at war
again in mere moments.


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 Planeshift

From the chaotic camp rose a singular figure: Urza
Planeswalker. He soared into the air. His lightning-bright
robe trailed magnificently away beneath him. Under a
mantle of ash-blond hair, Urza's eyes beamed like twin
stars. In one hand, he clutched a gnarled war staff set with
glimmering gems. His other hand cradled a sphere of
shimmering blue power. That enchanted orb drew him up
above even the heads of the titan engines. It also sent his
voice out to the armies forming up below.
"Behold, Dominaria. The foe!"
The words were like a thunder stroke. The coalition
forces turned to see.
Beyond the shifting legs of the titan engines,
Phyrexians took shape. They resolved out of the red haze.
In the front ranks came shiny-shelled beasts that seemed
gigantic horseshoe crabs. Behind them charged
biomechanical centaurs with four arms and glinting pikes.
Next came enormous fists of muscle that galloped hungrily
forward, floating beasts the size of clouds and the
configuration of jellyfish, ambling artifact engines that
bristled with blades, and every other imaginable death. All
of them approached at a heady charge. They would reach
the encamped armies in moments.
Urza's voice rang from above. "Koilos is ours. We have
won it. We have destroyed the portal from Phyrexia. That
victory can never be taken from us. Koilos and Yavimaya
and Llanowar are ours. We have broken Yawgmoth's hold.
His world cannot overlay completely on ours. These are
our strongholds. Koilos. Yavimaya. Llanowar. From these
we will win back the rest of the worldтАФfor indeed, the rest
of the world is lost. Even now, the plane of Rath overlays
it. Even now, the denizens of Phyrexia are as plentiful as
the denizens of Dominaria. Every native claw, every native
fang must fight, or die...."


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 J. Robert King

A savage shout rose from the fifty thousand coalition
forces thereтАФnot a war cry but the half-shriek of a trapped
animal. As Urza continued his harangue, the troops rallied