2018 High Tier PYP 1st Edition RD1: Zetsumoto vs Banthabot

Did the goblin shamans, or the demoniac night-creeps who sometimes ruled them, call it forth from the toxic mire in which they dwelt, shaping mind and body and soul from fungal growths and human wastes and rotting, caustic refuse? Or had their primitive call been heard farther away, worlds away, summoning a vile soul to manifest through what foul materials they had to hand?

Ultimately, it made no difference. The beat of the drums rose, growing ever louder, ever more frenetic, and the worst of the sewers rose with them.

The fetid waft of methane was its herald, vicious gouts of sludge and slurry its outriders. Taller than the house Kallist and Liliana had left behind, it oozed up and through the storm drain, jaws agape in a silent bellow. Thick mud and foul slimes sluiced from its body, and always there remained another layer of corruption beneath, bubbling up to take its place. Its arms were broken boards, its claws bits of stone and rusted nails, the fangs within its cavernous maw ancient and filthy shards of glass. It was the worst of Ravnica’s filth, the feces and flotsam and decay, given a terrible, primeval life. And hate.

And hunger.

The sounds within the surrounding structures turned to sudden screams, to pounding feet and slamming doors, as the destitute took what shelter they could from a menace they could not comprehend. In older times, more ordered times, such an abomination would have been met swiftly by the Legion of Wojek, or at least the forces of one of the other great guilds. But today, only those districts that could afford their own defenders, or the exorbitant fees demanded by the Legion’s successors, had any such protection. Here, in the dwellings of the poor, the filthy, and the forgotten, no one cared.

Kallist, his waking mind reduced briefly to gibbering horror, reacted without conscious thought. Through instinct alone, he summoned up a shroud of magic even as he charged the abomination, blade held high. Poor a mage as he might be, his desperate illusion should have rendered him briefly invisible. He should have reached the shambling form unseen, gained precious seconds to hack away at it while it remained unaware of his location.

But Kallist was not thinking clearly, and Kallist had never faced a beast such as this. Without eyes within its face, without brain within its skull, the creature possessed no purchase on which his illusions could take hold. Even as he neared, the shambler lashed out with a fist of muck and refuse. Agony flashed across Kallist’s body as a dozen jagged edges traced a dozen lines of deep red through his flesh. He barely had time to note the alleyway dropping away beneath his feet before he slammed hard against a wall across the way. Bright lights flashed before him and the breath rushed from his lungs, leaving him gasping as he slid to the base of the house. Only sheer luck prevented his spinning body from landing across the blade of his own brutal weapon.

Nor was the beast through with him. Even as Kallist settled to earth, propped upright only by the wall, the shambler’s maw split apart. First like a snake with jaw unhinged, and then farther still, it gaped wider, impossibly, bonelessly wide. And from that portal to some squalid hell, the creature vomited up a putrescent mass of sewage, a deluge that slammed into Kallist as brutally as the fist itself. It clung to him, choked his lungs, hardened about his joints and glued him to the ground.

Liliana, who had far greater experience dealing with such violations of nature, still found herself stunned. Frantically her gaze flitted from the shambling mass to her fallen companion and back again, conflicting needs tearing at her soul.

The horror started toward her, not even bothering to turn its sightless head in her direction, and the time for indecision was past. Mouthing a funereal chant, lower, more somber, more soul-churning even than that she had voiced in the Bitter End, she raised both hands and circled right, forcing the creature to move ever farther from Kallist if it meant to reach her. The runic swirls tattooed across her back began to glow, a sickly bruise-purple, pulsing in time with her heart.

With agonizing sluggishness, light returned to Kallist’s eyes, feeling to his limbs. He saw only smatterings of the wall that rose above him, or the cloud-laden skies beyond, for he could scarcely turn his head. His legs and back began to itch, then burn, as the caustic fluids of the sewage seeped through his clothes. The hardened muck held him fast, and he feared he would simply lay there, helpless, until something awful appeared to claim him, or until he suffocated in the waste’s poisonous effluvia.

When he felt the muck begin to break away, first from about his wrists and arms, then from around his neck—when he saw the tips of pale and slender fingers—he nearly sobbed in relief.

“Liliana!” he gasped, sucking in great lungfuls of air, “how did you—”

And then Kallist saw precisely what had rescued him. The blood drained from his face until even his lips were fishbelly-pale, and he could not help but wonder what cost Liliana had paid to cast such a summons. The common folk of a hundred worlds believed angels were the servants of gods, beings of light who dwelt on high, graceful and beautiful, pure and righteous. The common folk here on Ravnica knew angels as their neighbors, dwellers in the same cities where lived humans and vedalken and viashino.

Nowhere on Ravnica, or on any others of those worlds, had anyone imagined an angel such as this.

She straightened the moment Kallist was free enough to extricate himself, revealed in all her nightmarish glory, this angel that certainly came from nowhere near “on high.” Wings of midnight feathers, dull and grim as the blackest crow, blotted out what little sunlight had forced its way to the alley’s floor. Corpse-pale skin was girded in leather armors harvested from the hides of demonic and mortal foes alike, and a deceptively dainty fist clutched a jagged, rusted shaft, less a spear than a lightning bolt of forged steel. Where she stood, even the stone-coating mildew died, overcome by the angel’s essence of desolation. Beetles, rats, and other crawling things emerged from the sewer grates and the cracks between the cobblestones, desperate to flee her deathly presence, only to wither away at her feet.

Eyes, empty of anything but a need for destruction beyond Kallist’s imagining, turned away to gaze with naked lust upon the conflict raging down the street. Sitting upright, digging frantically for his blade, Kallist himself did the same.

Liliana was clearly paying for her decision to send her summoned servant to rescue Kallist. She hovered several feet above the roadway, hands crossed before her at the wrists, surrounded once more in an aura of black and shifting mists. Above her the shambling thing rained down blow after blow, only to recoil each time as its murky “flesh” made contact with the life-sapping energies that cocooned the necromancer. But the thing of the sewers was not alive in the truest sense of the word, and with each strike, its denticulate limbs passed farther through those mists before it was forced to draw back. It could be only a matter of seconds before Liliana’s protections failed her utterly.

“What are you waiting for?” Kallist demanded of the power that stood before him, motionless as any statue. Only later would he truly think on the fact that he had shouted at and berated an angel of the darkest depths, and then his hands would shake. For now, he saw only the imminent death of the woman he loved. “She called you here! Help her!”

It turned to him, offered him a smile of terrifying, soul-bruising beauty. Kallist’s breath lodged again in his chest, as that seductively murderous face sent blood rushing to his loins even while it turned his stomach, caused his limbs to grow palsied and his head to pound. Only then, spurred on not by Kallist’s feeble demands but by a silent call from Liliana, did the angel take to the air, a song of battle and blood and death flowing with heart-rending beauty from her throat. Her wings spread wide, wider, impossibly wide, until they spanned the breadth of the alley, until even the blind shambler, one fist raised over its head to strike, could not help but feel the chill of her shadow. And briefly it shuddered, in whatever primeval ember passed for its soul.

Her voice never wavered, her song never faltered, as the angel dropped upon the animate sewer, spear sinking deep into waste and mud and slime. Where it struck, what was green decayed to brown, brown and grey rotted to black. Bubbles rose to the shambler’s surface, popped open with the foulest stench, leaving great, gaping abscesses in its viscous hide.

But the elemental spirit called up by the goblin shamans would not fall so easily. With another silent roar, it turned from the exhausted mage and slashed viciously at its raven-winged tormentor. She rose ten feet higher with a single vicious flap, as swiftly as if yanked by invisible strings. Just as swiftly she dropped once more, plunging her spear into the shambler’s head.

It rippled, twisting and shifting, the mud and sludge rearranging themselves. From the front of its head, the glass-toothed maw slid upward to split open at the scalp. It snapped shut with a ferocious clack, locking hard onto the rusty blade. The angel yanked back, attempting to free the weapon, but even her great strength and the mighty flap of her wings could not wrench it loose. And in that moment of distraction, the foul heap reached upward and wrapped the angel in an unbreakable embrace of garbage and nails.

The angel’s battle song faltered but did not end. In a grotesque dance, an echo of the spinning celebrants at the Bitter End, they twisted across the roadway, scattering cobblestones before them. Skin split and bruised, sludge flowed and rotted away.

Liliana dropped to the earth with a gasp, the aura of darkness disappearing as her feet touched down. Sweat mingled with the rain that covered her brow and plastered her hair to the sides of her face, but she kept her focus locked on the grappling angel, her lips moving in unheard mantras.

Seeing that she was in no immediate danger, Kallist dived into his pack. Leaving his broadsword momentarily untouched, lying half-covered by the hardened sewage, he pulled from the satchel one of the mechanized crossbows they’d taken from their rather ineffective captors.

Clutching the weapon in his left hand, Kallist slipped a bolt from the small quiver. Even as he placed it in the groove, his thumb traced a rune in the air above the projectile’s steel head. The shape took on a substance of its own, hovering in the air above the bolt for two full heartbeats before it faded away into the rain.

For long seconds Kallist aimed, literally holding his breath. If he missed, he wasn’t sure he had the energy to repeat the spell. Worse, should his bolt pass through the shambler and hit the angel …

The beast turned its back, and Kallist squeezed the trigger, exhaling slowly. The crossbow bucked with a twang, hummed as its enchanted gears ratcheted the cord back to receive another bolt. And the projectile itself flashed through the air to sink, without the slightest visible effect, into the living muck.

Again Kallist held his breath. A better mage could have targeted the spell directly, without the need for the bolt to carry it, but Kallist had barely managed the magic at all. Had he somehow bollixed it up? Had the bolt passed straight through, without striking anything solid? Would it even work on a creature without organs or muscles, bone or blood?

So determined was his stare, his reluctance even to blink that his vision blurred with strain and rainwater. Thus, when his enchantment did begin to take hold, he almost missed it. So gradually that it could easily have been his imagination or a trick of the rain-bent light, the shambler’s movements slowed. Each step grew more ponderous than the last, and the beast began to teeter on the verge of collapse as its feet struggled to keep up with its forward momentum. Though its strength had diminished not at all, it could not keep pace with the angel’s thrashing, and with a burst of black feathers she erupted from its grasp. Her skin was mottled with gangrenous, festering wounds, her left arm hung limp where the bones had cracked. But her voice rose with power to shame the thunder, and in her one good hand she held her spear aloft, as though to sunder the clouds from the sky.

And as her foe reeled backward, trying desperately to keep its balance, she dived.

Slowed to a dull plodding by Kallist’s spell, the shambler might as well have tried to outrun the lightning as to dodge the plummeting angel. So terrible was her stroke, the creature’s glutinous hide literally opened up before her. Not merely her spear, but the angel herself plowed through the beast, bursting from its back in a spray of rancid mud and filth.

Perhaps pain finally gave the lumbering construct a voice, or perhaps it was simply the rush of air between its sagging maw and the gaping fissure in its torso, but the shambler howled, a terrible sound of sucking mud and raging winds. Fungi and the bones of rats burst through its skin of muck, thrashing wildly, the legs of some horrible, dying vermin. Still, though it collapsed heavily to the roadside, supporting itself on one of its slimy arms, it stubbornly refused to die.

Liliana, also crouched in the roadway, could only hope that it was near enough to death, for she could maintain her summons no longer. With a gasp she released the energies pent up within, allowed herself to relax her almost inhuman concentration. A death-pale face, now painted in sewage, turned questioningly in her direction for just an instant before the angel disappeared, drawn back to whatever lower realm had spawned her.

Kallist didn’t know if the cesspit creature was capable of recovering from such a devastating assault, but he wasn’t about to wait and find out. Dropping the crossbow, he hefted his great broadsword and charged back down the alley, fully prepared to hack the thing into so many bite-sized morsels to keep it from rising once more.

But Liliana was faster, or at least a great deal nearer. Though her vision blurred and her footsteps faltered, she stepped toward the thrashing monstrosity. It would be some time before she’d dare attempt so potent a summons, yes, but even at her weakest, Liliana Vess held plenty of spells at her beck and call.

Foul fumes of diseased purple flowed from her hands, roiling against the wind. Where they passed, what few molds and random weeds had survived the struggle fell flat. At its strongest, the shambler’s animating spirit could have easily withstood the arcane poisons Liliana now pumped into the soaking air, but now, its innards open to the outside, it lacked all such resilience.

Kallist skidded to a halt, sword still upraised, as the creature spasmed. It bellowed once, its final call, and crumbled into mulch, already washing back into the sewers beneath the slow but steady rain.

-Magic the Gathering: Agents of Artifice

Loki Laufeyson is the norse god of mischief, stories, and lies. He is one of the most powerful magical beings in existence and a being whose vast knowledge of the mystic arts is said to rival even the likes of Dormammu himself.

Gilgamesh is a heroic spirit summoned from the Throne of Heroes. Though a form of ghost, heroic spirits are far closer to elementals and deities than common wraiths. Shaped by the stories told about them, they are beings of power granted form through human imagination. Each heroic spirit carries with them what is called a "Noble Phantasm", a weapon or attribute that was associated with them throughout various myths and legends. In Gilgamesh's case, he holds what is known as the "Gate of Babylon", a vast treasury containing all the treasures in the known universe.

This particular version of Gilgamesh represents him as he was before he became arrogant and prideful enough to be punished by the gods. He is the embodiment of Gilgamesh's role as the ideal child-king. Though in a weakened state, he makes up for it by being far more tactical and level-headed than his infamously arrogant adult self.

I'll start by reminding everyone that I have the "Full Knowledge" perk. My characters know everything there is to know about each of your characters. EVERYTHING! Given the sheer craftiness and guile that my characters have, this is an extremely deadly combo for you.

Now, on to the actual plan...

Remember how I said that Child Gilgamesh is weaker than his adult self? The thing is, Kid Gilgamesh still has access to the exact same weaponry that his adult version does. The only problem is that he lacks the raw magical power necessary to use many of them.

Unfortunately for you, Loki can simply supply Gilgamesh with all the magic he needs. Seriously, an amp from Loki is more than enough for Kid Gilgamesh to replicate all of his adult feats and then some. Not to mention Gilgamesh himself also has a potion that he can utilize to age himself up.

On that note, as a heroic spirit, all of Gilgamesh's stats depend on how much magic is supplied to him. ALL of them. This includes things like magic resistance and speed:

There are many different ways Loki can amp Gilgamesh's power. From Loki's side of things, this can be anything from spells that "multiply power 1000 fold", direct strength transfer, to story magic (something which a Heroic Spirit would be very easily influenced by). Even on Gilgamesh's side, he can update his stats from something as simple as a forming a Master Servant bond. You see, Heroic Spirits scale off of the sorcerers that they are in service to. As proof, compare the following stat sheet to the above:

That is a HUGE jump in stats, just by switching from one street level sorcerer to a slightly more powerful street level sorcerer. Not only is Loki an actual deity (something which holds MASSIVE significance within Type-Moon verse), but he is also more powerful than every magic user in that entire setting by billions of times over.

So how powerful can Loki make someone? Well, using strength transfer he created the likes of Durok, a being so powerful he was able to beat Thor to near death, shatter Silver Surfer's board, and even duke it out with Silver Surfer while flying around the entire planet at MFTL speeds:

He was even able to boost Skagg's power enough to sustain a temporary stalemate Skyfather level forces:

And for the record, Loki can do a lot more than the above. With Sandu and Absorbing Man he was able to grant completely new abilities from scratch.

• Sandu went from minor clairvoyance to global telepathy that had Xavier nervous, teleportation, and enough telekinesis to bring Thor to his knees.
• Absorbing Man went from common crook, to being able to absorb cosmic cube energies and Odin Force.
• He also created Sylvie Lushton, a witch capable of transmuting people to frogs and binding/banishing high tiers as powerful as the Sentry.

Furthermore, the malleable nature of Heroic Spirits and their Noble Phantasms combined with the fact that the Gate of Babylon retroactively updates itself means that Loki's story magic can allow him to add entirely new weapons to Gilgamesh's arsenal and/or alter the properties of existing ones:

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Loki has also shown to be capable of summoning items to his location, even from across entire dimensions. One such set of items consist of the Norn-Stones, which Loki can use to empower weaponry to the point that even a street leveler such as Captain America is capable of penetrating Teambuster levels of durability:

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The entire time we perform the above, we will also be completely hidden from prying eyes (That third scan was Loki hiding from Mephisto in his own dimension. Then there's also the fact that his illusions can fool even DORMAMMU):

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Even Gilgamesh has his own form of invisibility which hides from all forms of "visible and mystical" means of detection:

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The above was used to hide from a bounded field created by sorcerers who specialize in manipulating space-time.

Since your team's only reliable means of offense comes from various forms of mystical attacks, I figured I'd go ahead and cripple this side of the argument right off the bat. Both members of my team have ample ways of defending themselves against pretty much any means of magical offense you can throw at them.

Loki:

First up, we have Loki who is capable of clashing and temporarily holding off Odin in a battle across "every conceivable astral and metaphysical plane":

He has also survived blasts from Surtur's Twilightsword:

Surtur deals in levels of raw magical power capable of destroying galaxies and effecting entire dimensions. Note: These are old scans. Loki has gotten quite a bit more powerful since then. Enough to bump him 3 entire character points to be exact.

Gilgamesh:

Most forms of Gilgamesh have relatively low magic resistances. This only due to how underpowered his masters are. As you saw earlier, under a decently powerful sorcerer; his resistance goes all the way up to A rank. Even at D rank, heroic spirits can break out of time-freeze via brute force:

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In addition to the above, Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon gives him access to a vast array of defensive items. His most iconic of which, consists of Golden Armor, capable of withstanding hits from the legendary sword, Excalibur:

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For an idea of just how solid this feat is, Excalibur releases divine energies capable of cleansing entire cities and destroying large monsters on an atomic level:

It was –

“Ex – calibur!!!”

Light galloped.

Light roared.

The prana, accelerated by the factor of the released dragon, became a streak of light, a swirling and surging torrent that devoured the sea demon together with the dark night.

A silent scream rose within the river water evaporating in an instant, as every single atom composing the body of the giant sea demon that had been the embodiment of terror were exposed to the scorching impact.

-Fate/Zero: Act 10, -84:19:03

In addition to the armor, he has a wide variety of other artifacts including amulets that ward against projectiles, mirrors that reflect magic, and a mystical barrier that can withstand Kuro's arrow infused with magic from Excalibur:

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Furthermore, Loki can protect both himself and Gilgamesh via defensive spells. One of which, involves a barrier powerful enough to temporarily withstand attacks from Dormammu:

And that's without using the Eye of Agamotto, which in itself hosts a variety defensive abilities capable of standing up to even the power of the infinity stones.

Summons:

Honestly, I am not sure what you hope to accomplish by summoning angels. The rules of the tourney limit summons to 616 Spiderman level, which is basically a non-factor on the levels that we work with. Even if they were a threat, Loki is capable of banishing entire demonic invasions:

Due to my perk this sword is now made of adamantium and will cut through any of your teammates with ease.

Adamantium is still susceptible to telekinesis and teleportation. Furthermore, I have literally an infinite amount of Adamantium weapons to counter yours one blade with.

He can turn avoid damage by offsetting his body a half step from reality...(Thanos said this was allowed via PM. Ask him if you don't believe me)

It's allowed because it's not impressive. It's just basic dimensional intangibility. Both of my characters are capable of that as well.

I can counter your intangibility simply by shifting my attacks into the same dimension you're trying to escape to or using my magic directly on you, as Loki is easily capable of effecting people from entirely different worlds (More on that later).

First thing I want to do is get out there just how powerful Nicol Bolas is. Yes he is a 7, he has less raw power than Loki, but Loki will struggle with him. Despite having weaker raw power Bolas is every bit as diverse as Loki, and can surpass or have certain ways of actually beating Loki 1 on 1, despite being weaker in power. First lets establish his power, and to do so we should start by examining his best feat.

During his first visit to Amonkhet Nicol Bolas accomplished his most famous feat of power, the Sun feat. Im Going to break it down and explain why it is an even higher quality feat than people assume.

The whole point of the sun feat was to act as a timer for when he returned. When the sun rests between the horns of his monument the Hours will commence and the God-Pharoah shall return.

Basically Nicol Bolas cast a spell that made the sun move how he wanted it too in order for the sun to reach that specific point in the sky.

He spelled the second sun to move as he was ready, to count down until whenever he decided to return. This would be the cornerstone of his machinations on this world.

Magic the Gathering: The Hour of Revelation

This was the end result...

Thats a very nice star level feat, but here's the kicker. The sun only reached that point in the sky sixty years after he cast the spell, meaning his magic kept a star on a very specific trajectory for sixty years in his absence.

The memories began as a trickle, then flooded through him as the tangled dam of magic unraveled. And Rhonas's very spirit recoiled as the true events and nature of the God-Pharaoh revealed itself, a crushing tidal wave sweeping away everything he had believed for the past sixty years.

Magic the Gathering: Hour of Glory

Nicol Bolas was using stars as essentially glorified stop watches that counted down for sixty years. Most people would just set a timer, Nicol Bolas was like "nah fam, I got this. You see that sun? Thats going to be my timer."

Obviously this shows just how powerful his magic really is.

Nicol Bolas is feared by every god that we know of in the MTG multiverse. There are gods on Theros, immortal shape shifters who live in a sub-dimension in the sky that shape the world at there will. Kuphrix the most powerful of the Theros gods is afraid that Bolas might come to Theros because the pantheon might not be enough to protect the plane in that event.

Kuphrix's fear is justified because Bolas has made a different pantheon of gods his b*tches. Im talking about the eight gods of Amonkhet. And I know that just because they have the "god" title doesn't mean they are all power beings, but as I am about to demonstrate these gods are nothing to scoff at.

Just some basic information on them. They are all 30 feet tall and nearly invulnerable.

Oketra, the god of Solidarity shoots arrows made from magical sun light, and she never misses.

She can one shot gigantic monsters while shooting over the horizon. Note that the impact blew Gideon Jura off his feet. He is a guy who can compete in strength with Ulamog, an Eldrazi Titan. More on that later.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst from the horizon.

I threw up an arm and shielded my eyes on reflex as a force knocked me flying back through the air. The next instant, my mind had to catch up with what it saw.

A massive arrow, blazing with burning white light, pierced the wurm that loomed over Liliana's unconscious form. I watched, stunned, as the wurm withered away, its body turned to ash. The arrow vanished, as though a sunbeam glancing off the reflective sands, as the remnants of the wurm blew away in the wind.

Magic the Gathering: Impact

Here are some examples of sandwurms, just so you understand how large of a creature she turned to ash.

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She can even one shot other gods, one decisive hit from her turns The Scorpion God to dust...To demonstrate the power of The Scorpion god, he reforms from dust in mere moments.

The scorpion god's pursuit was halted by Oketra's arrow of white light exploding through his head. The constant chittering sound vanished as the scorpion god, headless, crashed into the earth, its body flattening rubble into dust and the reverberations briefly lifting Hapatra, her basilisk, and its passengers off the ground. Hapatra watched as the body of the scorpion god crumbled to dust, whatever force had animated it no longer present.

Kefnet straightened his wing and stood up, seemingly uninjured. He smiled wickedly at his sister, who shared his joy.

The three humans cheered atop the basilisk. They praised the courage of Oketra and the brilliance of Kefnet.

My gods are magnificent, Hapatra thought in wonder. Samut and Djeru hugged each other tight, and clapped Hapatra on the back. Hapatra refused to share their tears of joy. She would have time to herself later for that.

But as she contemplated how she would mourn the passing of Rhonas, the dust and particles that once were the form of the scorpion god began to shift.

The pieces lifted from the ground and, within moments, reconstituted the very beast that had been killed only just before.

The beast rose whole and uninjured, as though the battle that had shaken the earth beneath the thoroughfare mere moments before had never happened.

Magic the Gathering: The Hour of Promise

The Scorpion god is physically stronger than Rhanos the god of Strength.

It sprang at Rhonas again, claws raking at his eyes. Rhonas raised his staff to parry, and the scorpion god's claws clanged against the metal of his weapon. Rhonas felt his knees bend and his feet break the earth beneath him under the force of the blow.

Rhonas struggled, pushing up against the larger god. Fighting something bigger than himself was unusual, but not wholly new. The deserts hid sandwurms, monstrosities, and far more terrifying beasts, and he had occasionally tussled with a foe whose stature exceeded his own. But fighting something stronger than him? Than the God of Strength?

Being the strongest being on the plane aside from the Scorpion god puts Rhanos as having superior strength to that of Hazoret the god of Zeal, who can crack Gideon Jura's invulnerability with a single strike. The same Gideon who has, again, tussled briefly with Ulamog.

The greatest feat to come from any of the gods comes from Rhanos, while dying with his connection to his power frayed and severely weakened. He was stabbed in the skull by the Scorpion Gods stinger and poison was seeping through his body, rapidly killing him and weakening his power.

Rhonas looked down, surprised to see himself standing on the banks of the Luxa. Behind him, the scorpion god loomed, a dark shape that somehow exuded and glowed darkness, claws gripping Rhonas's body.

That was when Rhonas saw the scorpion tail, arched over the god, piercing his own skull.

I . . . am slain.

The realization crept through him even as he felt the ichor of the scorpion god's sting drip down his spine, seeping into his mind and soul, severing his physical ties to his divinity and corroding the magic that connected his body to his immortality. Rhonas watched, seized by horror and fascination, as death consumed him. He felt the poison gnaw at his heart and fray the knot of leylines and magic and physical strength that resided in his core.

Magic the Gathering: Hour of Glory

Yet in this weakened state Rhanos was able to unleash an attack that caused a noticeable shift in the power of the entire world of Amonkhet. In my estimation this feat alone is nearing planetary.

That's when the four gods felt a lurch in the world, a pull on the very fabric of their beings. Behind the scorpion god, Rhonas clung to his staff, leaning on it to struggle upright, bent on his knees and bleeding from the wound in his skull. Verdant energy rippled across his body and channeled into his staff. With the last of his strength, Rhonas pulled taut the remaining leylines that wove throughout his being, warping the very air around him. An anguished final shout tore ragged from his throat.

"Death to the God-Pharaoh, foul trespasser and destroyer!"

With a guttural cry and final exertion, Rhonas launched his staff through the air, pushing the last of his power into the weapon.

As Rhonas collapsed, his life extinguished, the invisible strands of leylines and mana tied to him snapped, sending ripples of force blasting out across all life in Naktamun. Mortals doubled over in shock as the god perished, and even the other gods stumbled and recoiled where they stood. They watched as Rhonas's staff, carrying the final vestiges of their brother's power, flew through the air, his final spell transforming the weapon into a living monstrous serpent, fangs bared and laced with death as it struck at the scorpion god.

Magic the Gathering: Hour of Glory

Holy crap. If that is what this one god is capable of on the brink of death with his power nearly gone, then in life at full strength he should easily be planetary-planetary+

The Scorpion god struggled with the snake for a minute or two but eventually ripped it in half. Displaying that even this level of attack he can overcome.

A horrific rending sound erupted before them. The scorpion god stood from the ground, two halves of the giant snake held in each hand.

Slowly, it opened its claws and let the pieces fall to the ground. Its azure eyes stared cold and piercing at the gods, and it again resumed its ceaseless approach.

Magic the Gathering: Hour of Glory

I could show even more from these gods but I think the point is made. These gods are very powerful beings.

Quick recap, these gods are...

• 30 foot tall and nearly invulnerable beings
• Turn massive monsters to dust from the other side of the Horizon
• Reform in mere moments after being turned to dust
• Not even the second physically strongest of them can cause cracks in Gideon's Invulnerability with one strike
• While seconds from death with most of their magic depleted unleash an attack that causes the power of the world to "lurch"
• Over come this very attack and tear it in half

Now that it has been established how powerful the Gods of Amonkhet are lets look at how Nicol Bolas compares to them...or rather, how the Gods fail to compare to Bolas. Seriously they are one shot material to him.

So Nicol Bolas shows up on Amonkhet and all eight gods rally to defend the plane...this is how well it went for them. He laughs as Oketra lands attacks on him, and dissipates her attacks with a casual glance.

Oketra raised her bow high, and the light of twin suns glinted off its curve. She loosed an arrow into the sky, and it passed through the Hekma with ease. The arrow hit the dragon's side, and he laughed. The great dragon flew down toward the shimmering dome of the Hekma and tested it with a tentative claw. Oketra loosed another arrow, this time aimed directly at the dragon's eye. The beast glanced at the incoming projectile; it splintered and dissolved mid-flight.

Magic the Gathering: The Hour of Revelation

Fracture the mind of Kefnet with a dip of his chin

The dragon tipped his chin and fractured Kefnet's mind in two.

Magic the Gathering: The Hour of Revelation

One ups himself by destroying the minds of Oketra and Hazoret at the same time with a casual swipe of his claw.

The dragon burst through the mausoleum door. Oketra and Hazoret charged. With a wave of a claw, the dragon sent forward a pulse of magic, and the minds of the two gods went utterly blank.

Magic the Gathering: The Hour of Revelation

Stow three gods away like tools in a cupboard. The Scorpion God, The Locust God, and The Scarab God. Sixty years later during the Hours these gods were his personal minions.

First, he returned to the surface and took three of the gods for his own. He stowed them away as one would tools in a cupboard.

Magic the Gathering: The Hour of Revelation

Rebuilt the remaining 5 gods memories all centered around complete devotion to him using leyline manipulation.

With his remaining power, the dragon corrupted and manipulated the leylines of mana that coursed through the remaining gods, willing them to forget their origins, tying their existence to himself, and forcing them to erase all else.

Magic the Gathering: The Hour of Revelation

And on his second arrival to Amonkhet, Nicol Bolas one shots Bontu while seeming bored, probably because he was bored.

"I have done as you asked, my God-Pharaoh. I exist to serve."

The great dragon gazed down at the god bent in supplication. Slowly, he raised one claw—and blasted Bontu with a bolt of dark energy. The god collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

"Your usefulness has ended," the dragon sneered. "Serve me in death, little god."

Magic the Gathering: Favor

Remember that all the gods are neigh-invulnerable, yet Bolas might as well have been yawning while one shotting a neigh-invulnerable being.

This all is culminated in this final quote which states that Nicol Bolas is ATLEAST equal in power to the pantheon. This was after Bolas dipped his chin at Kefnet which took him out of the scenario so this quote is referring to 7/8 of the gods.

The gods of Amonkhet roared and cursed, but no blow from their weapons would land. The trespasser's power was at least equal to their own. The dragon landed atop the tallest tower, closed his eyes, and began to channel a spell.

Magic the Gathering: The Hour of Revelation

Bolas is at least equal to 7/8 gods, certain members of that group are nearing if not exceeding planetary levels in power. This quote alone should put him as multi-planetary in power. Treating MTG gods as one shot material that he barely has to focus against + his sun feat really does concrete him as a threat that Loki will have trouble overcoming just based off magical power alone.

I am well aware that most of Liliana's more physical summons will have little effect on the battle, such as the angel. Liliana's less physical summons are the ones that will have a much greater impact on the fight. Mere shadows that can kill you with a drop of blood or run away with your soul.

Here is an example of a shadow that if it touches a tiny amount of blood can cause the victim to rapidly rot.

At that cry, the second man’s attention flickered away from Liliana for less than a heartbeat—but that was enough. Ducking in low, she drew the edge of her knife across his extended arm. Cloth and flesh tore beneath the serrated steel, and the bandit barely muffled a curse of pain behind clenched teeth.

Blood welled up, beading along his wrist in a narrow bracelet. It was a shallow wound, stinging but harmless, and his grimace of pain turned into a savage grin as he realized just how ineffective his target’s attack had proved.

But then, Liliana’s attack wasn’t intended to cause him harm. It was meant only to draw blood—and the attention of the unseen shadowy thing sliding impossibly across the floor. Invisible to all, darkness against darkness, black on black, it stretched forth its talons once more and dipped them into the welling blood. A foul corruption leeched into the seeping wound, intertwined itself around the muscles and vessels of the man’s arm.

He screamed, then, an inhuman cry of agony, as gangrenous rot shot through his flesh. The blade fell from limp fingers, lodging itself in the wood by his feet, as the skin turned sickly blue, the blood black and viscous. Flesh grew stiff and cracked, splitting to unleash gouts of yellowed pus. Falling to his knees, the sellsword clutched his dying arm to his chest and bawled like an infant.

Liliana spared him not so much as another glance. His suffering would end soon enough—when the spreading necrotic rot reached his heart.

Magic the Gathering: Agents of Artifice

Shadowy non-caporial summons like these can kill someone with a single touch.

The sound didn’t wake Rin, who had gone to sleep away Errit’s first shift. Thanks to the shadowy form that had lurked beneath the bed since the start of Liliana’s chant, run its hideous limbs across the sleeping woman, and vanished once more into the æther, nothing would wake Rin ever again.

Magic the Gathering: Agents of Artifice

They can remove someones soul from their physical body. Here is Kallist and Lilliana interrogating the soul of someone that her specter had already killed.

The guardsman felt a surge of hope, warm enough to melt through the icy lump in his throat. “If I do, will you let me go? Will you let me live?”

Kallist smiled a sad little smile. “I don’t think you understand, Albin. The specters already killed you.” Slowly, inexorably, he raised the sword, waved it through Albin’s arms, his legs, his torso.

The blade touched nothing, nothing at all.

Finally, Albin found the strength to scream. Kallist, tapping the flat of the blade against his leg, waited patiently for him to finish.

“Your body,” he said, and his voice was actually gentle, even sympathetic, “is lying on the floor of your office. I imagine it’ll be morning before anyone finds it.

“No, Albin, your choice is not whether to help us and live, or refuse us and die. Your choice is to help us and be allowed to pass on—or to refuse, and find your soul given over to the specters for their own amusement.”

Twin hisses of lustful pleasure sounded in the dead man’s mind, yet they weren’t enough to drown out the sound of the necromancer’s chant.

And Albin, weeping phantom tears, began to talk.

Magic the Gathering: Agents of Artifice

And finally Liliana can use these summons to posses people. Here she possesses Jace Beleren but tells the spirit to obey Jaces control.

He felt it pour, liquid and cold, through his body, across bones and muscles. His every limb went numb, and the world grew subtly distorted, as though a gossamer veil had somehow unfurled between his mind and his eyes.

“What did you do to me?” Jace demanded. He was startled to find that it hurt less to speak than it had moments ago—but also that a full second had passed after he thought the question before his lips and tongue formed the words.

“You’re possessed,” Liliana told him in much the same tone of voice she might have used to tell him he had something in his teeth.

“I—what?”

“Relax, Jace. I’ve told him to obey your thoughts. You’re still in control of your own body.”

Magic the Gathering: Agents of Artifice

These are the type of summons that will have a greater impact on the fight than the physical ones, however physical ones will have an impact as well because of necromancy. If Nicol Bolas chooses he can easily keep up the maximum amount of 200 summons very easily throughout the fight. Nicol Bolas isn't picky with what his summons consist of, what ever works best for the battle he is currently in.

As an example here Nicol Bolas thinks that Sarkhan Vol isn't being useful enough so he gifts him the largest dragons from Jund.

“Aren’t they beautiful? I had them prepared and polished just for you. They’re yours now, Sarkhan. Today you’re getting a lesson in dragon control and summoning.” Bolas licked his teeth. “Strange, isn’t it? Do you think Serra ever taught her disciples to bind an angel?”

“What?”

“I doubt it. The principle would be the same, anyway. It’s all about the mind, you see. It’s the key to everything. A dragon’s mind is all cloaked in fire—a nasty place to try to maneuver. You don’t get anywhere trying to reason with one, and you can’t hope to best it in some sort of contest of wills. You’ll just be burned. Sometimes literally, of course. So, you extinguish that fire, and their minds are surprisingly empty vessels. Fill them with whatever you want. I’ve chosen to fill them with devotion to me. And to you.”

Magic the Gathering: Alara Unbroken

After this Sarkhan, a character who has shown no previous ability to summon creatures, is able to summon an army large enough to raze a world.

Sarkhan reached out into Jund and into his other mana bonds for more mana. One by one, he summoned dragon after dragon, amassing a force large enough to raze a world.

Magic the Gathering: Alara Unbroken

You may be thinking "So what? He can only bring 200 maximum into existence at a time and your team can kill them right away."

Im okay with them dying right away because Liliana will just raise them from the dead and amass an ever growing army of zombified creatures.

Liliana's undead are very powerful too. With a mere two dozen crocodiles she "ate" the extremely powerful demon Razaketh.

Liliana felt him brush against the side of her mind with a cautious touch, asking for an invitation to peer in. Liliana welcomed his mental gaze. Look Jace, she thought, at what I plan to do next.

Distantly, Liliana heard Jace gag with revulsion behind her.

He immediately retreated from her mind, but Liliana didn't care. She was busy.

Razaketh howled in pain and was suddenly, violently tugged toward the river. Liliana twisted her hand, and another two dozen crocodiles bellowed and dragged their corpses out onto the bank. His leg trapped in the jaws of one of the beasts, Razaketh tried to rise and crawl away from the river, but it was too late. Liliana released her hold on the other creatures and poured her energy and mind into the bodies of the crocodiles. Strong muscles and sharp teeth. An undead hunger for the flesh of the living.

With her consciousness divided among the two dozen dead crocodiles in front of her, she gnashed her teeth and attacked. Her two dozen bellies hungered, and her two dozen jaws opened wide. Without hesitation or humanity, her two dozen selves consumed the last of the demon Razaketh.

She feasted, and he screamed.

The crocodiles dragged the remains of the demon into the river of blood, splashing crimson arcs into the air as their tails violently slapped the surface of the water. They crowded and shoved and dug their teeth into the demon's flesh.

Liliana could feel herself getting full. Her two dozen jaws latched onto limbs and spun circles to rip them off clean. Her two dozen mouths spat out blood and devoured the charred flesh. There would be nothing left to stumble back to life. She laughed, and the crocodiles bellowed in tandem. Amonkhet's curse would not get this corpse.

Magic the Gathering: Feast

Liliana isn't the only necromancer on the team, both Nicol Bolas and Sorin Markov know necromancy, although Sorin's necromancy isnt powerful enough to be relevant. Nicol Bolas having necromancy, however, means that there are two very potent necromancers on the team which is important...

Here is Nicol Bolas taunting the Gatewatch about his ability with necromancy after he convinces Liliana to abandon them

Nicol Bolas looked down at the planeswalkers and smiled. "And then there were three. I didn't want to annoy your dear departed necromancer, but between us, I admit I know a fair bit of necromancy. Do you have an opening in your Gatewatch? Is there some type of application process?"

Magic the Gathering: Hour of Devastation

It's important to know that the more powerful the being that is reanimated the more powerful the zombie. The zombie will not be as powerful as the living being but it can wield a good portion of its original power. What this means is that if any of the teammates die, either Liliana or Nicol Bolas can reanimate them into undead warriors to continue fighting with a portion of their power. Even if im down to 1 character I still have all three.

And lets face it, Liliana and Bolas are the most likely too survive because they are both planetary+ and beyond. Sorin is weaker in magical power than these two but you have to damage his brain to kill him. But lets say he is killed, that adamantium parasite blade is independent of Sorin's power, and now you are facing a lightspeed zombie with an sword that can turn you to ash in one swing. Thats why i was willing to dump so many points into a character who wasn't going to be all that powerful, his sword is independent of his power, his body is hard to kill the first time, and he can be brought back if you do manage to kill him.

Given the full potential of the Chain Veil Liliana has power comparable to Emrakul, the third and most powerful Eldrazi Titan. Because of this it is important to know just how powerful Emrakul and her brothers are.

Basically an Eldrazi Titan is a creature as old as time that lives within the Blind Eternities (the space between planes of existence) and is so vast and powerful that they are beyond human comprehension. Here is Ugin explaining to Jace Beleren the concept behind an Eldrazi Titan.

"The Eldrazi titans do not dwell in physical space," said Ugin. "They are creatures of the Blind Eternities, and it is in the Eternities that they remain."

"Until they manifest physically, you mean?"

"No," said Ugin. "I meant what I said. Ulamog remains in the Eternities."

"Then what did I see heading toward Sea Gate?"

"You saw a portion of him," said Ugin. "A projection. Imagine that you reach your hand into a pond. The fish below the surface sees a five-headed monster, and cannot perceive the man attached to it. It mistakes a hangnail for an eye because the truth is beyond its imagining. You see?"

"And when you trapped them . . ."

"Like driving a spike through the hand," said Ugin. "The man will not die, but neither will he trouble other ponds. 'Killing' Ulamog's physical form would be like cutting off the hand. The man might be diminished, but he would survive—and he would be freed."

Magic the Gathering: Revelation at the Eye

When their full forms are pulled out of the Eternities and into physical existence they physically merge with the sky and stretch beyond the horizon.

Motion in the sky drew Kiora's attention. Around the mighty titans, the sky bulged and folded like a brewing storm. But this was not a thunderstorm—this was something else. The color of the heavens twisted from hazy blue to boiling magentas and greens. The sunlight wavered, overshadowed by a spreading, rippling, polyp-like texture. And to Kiora's shock, she saw what was happening to the titans—

Bending, distorting, stretching.

Their heads inflated and curved into elongated necks that rainbowed across the sky.

Their faces widened, curved concave, and unfolded to the horizon and back again.

And then it began raining Eldrazi.

This is new, thought Chandra.

The sky of Zendikar had become the titans. Their forms had enveloped everything, a dome of bruise-colored flesh and bone sheets and void-edged shards. Rather than the titans being pulled into Zendikar, it felt as if Zendikar were now inside the titans—or that, somehow, dimensionality had inverted, and now the outside of their enormous bodies was in every direction Chandra could see.

Magic the Gathering: Zendikar's Last Stand

Kozilek has complete control over time and space. He warps reality and makes someone actually live all of their past and future, with every moment happening at the same time.

Tazri screamed as reality crumbled. Each memory, no, the actual living of her past was being experienced now, all moments occurring simultaneously, a kaleidoscopic display infinitely unfolding. The halo around her neck, the angel's halo, was now a candescent white, and the heat burned. Even as her mind sought refuge from the flickering onslaught of the past, it was assaulted by the future...

Magic the Gathering: The Blight We Were Born For

Kozilek crushes Gideon Jura to death between his fingers, then warps him back into existence with the memory of it happening, again and again and again.

She had not liked Gideon Jura in her previous life, before Kozilek had saved her. But there was even more reason to hate him now. The mere presence of his opposition offended. How could such a puny, frail vessel have the temerity to challenge the lord of reality himself? Gideon Jura needed to be punished.

Kozilek squeezed, and no mortal frame could withstand such pressure. Gideon Jura burst, and a bloody bag of ruptured flesh and broken bones fell limply to the ash-white earth below, there to join the corpses of his friends. Tazri cheered and leaped, ecstatic to be witness to such glory.

A strange thrumming grew in Tazri's ears. It was not coming from the air, or through the ground. It was coming from inside her. The thrumming grew and deepened, and only gradually did Tazri guess at the sound.

It sounded like laughter. The laughter of Kozilek.

The thrumming resonated throughout the sphere. Tazri shared in her master's joy, but could not perceive the cause of such mirth. Kozilek raised an arm, and there was a ripple in space, and Gideon Jura appeared once more before them, whole and resurrected. He was once more clenched in Kozilek's fist, but in his terror and screams it was apparent that Gideon Jura remembered. Remembered dying, and now he was to die again. Kozilek squeezed and Gideon Jura once more found the embrace of death.

Tazri squealed in delight. Now she understood her master's mirth. Her master wielded time and space. What consequence to manipulate a small part of such materials to ensure an impudent enemy be made to suffer? Again, and again, and again.

Another twitch, another ripple, and Gideon Jura was reborn again, and his terrified cries were delicious.

Magic the Gathering: The Blight We Were Born For

Kozilek empowers one of his servants with enough magic to keep themselves alive for billions of years and outlived every star on the plane.

The stars and sun were long black and dead, and nothing moved nor stirred.

Tazri lay deep in the earth, wrapped in cocoons of energy and pattern. She had stored all the energy she could billions of years ago, determined to wait as long as she could.

Kozilek would come back. This she knew. She just had to be there when he did.

Magic the Gathering: The Blight We Were Born For

Emrakul is beyond either of her brothers. She is so powerful that she defies the laws of physics.

The thing in the air was impossibly huge. It looked vaguely like the fused angels, Bruna-Gisela. Its dome-shaped body was supported by a mass of strange tentacles, and a reddish light glowed at its core.

But there was no remnant of any natural life, let alone the beauty and majesty of an angel, in the form of this creature. Its existence defied the natural order of things, violated physical laws, and blasphemed against the sacred nature of life. Its presence was an invitation to madness, pressing into Thalia's mind like a dull knife despite the saint's warding.

Magic the Gathering: Emrakul Rises

One of the designers behind Magic confirms that Emrakul is effecting ALL of Innistrad with physical and mental warping, meaning she is at least planetary.

But Emrakuls greatest showing is when she took over Tamiyo and rewrote the spell she was about to cast, a spell that would have destroyed every thing living on the plane of Innistrad...

"What happened out there, Tamiyo? You were there, mind-linked with me, and then you...weren't. You vanished. What happened to you?"

Tamiyo sat there and began crying. Tears dropped from her eyes, one after another. Plip-plip, as they hit on the stone rubble beneath.

Her words came out staggered, halting. "Nissa had fallen. The spell was in danger of collapsing. I didn't know what to do, how to help."

Jace was surprised. "So Nissa generated that power by herself? Impressive. I had thought it was you, with the second scroll."

Tamiyo looked at him, sadness and scorn both in her eyes. "No. You don't understand. It was me. With the second scroll. That's where the energy came from."

"But that's wonderful! You saved us! You saved all of Innistrad, all of...everything! Is it because it was one of the iron scrolls? One of the scrolls you didn't want to open?"

"Just shut up, Jace! Listen, just listen. It wasn't me. It...she...took me over. Do you understand? It was not me! I was there, in my own body, helpless as she came in and took over. My eyes, my hands, my voice...she took them all over. They were not mine." Her cries became full sobs.

A voice came back to him, her voice as he had watched his chess pieces stab and kill each other. They are all my pieces, Jace Beleren. They always were. I just no longer want to play.

"I...I am sorry, Tamiyo. I don't know..."

"But that wasn't the worst part. The scroll I opened. The second one. You were right. I shouldn't have opened it. A promise made long ago, which one day I'll have to answer for. But the spell she read...it wasn't the original spell. The scroll she used, it cast...a different spell."

Emeria. From somewhere a long stylus appeared, and she began writing in the scroll. Jace began shaking.

"It was changed. How did she do that? How could she do that?" Tamiyo's voice was near panic. "As this monster took over my body and read a scroll, a scroll that should have brought devastation to everything on this plane...instead it fueled a spell that trapped herself here. How did that happen, Jace? Why did it happen? What did we just do?"

"I...I don't know." Jace had no more words for her. None for himself.

Tamiyo took a deep breath. "I told you before, Jace. Sometimes our stories have to end. Yet here we are, each seeking to prolong our story, no matter the cost. But what if all stories are just her story, all in service of some awful destiny waiting to unfold?" Tamiyo looked up at the moon.

"Did we really win?" Tamiyo's voice was no longer fearful, but plaintive. Jace had no answer. Eventually she rose and flew into the dark sky. There were no parting words.

Magic the Gathering: The Promised End

Damn. And with the Chain Veil Liliana can match and even exceed Emrakul in raw power? This means that she should be beyond planetary in raw power.

She is a threat that simply cannot be ignored, but still played second fiddle to Nicol Bolas. Why did i show those feats for Kozilek and make this long post even longer? To solidify the power level of Eldrazi Titans. One of the designers behind MTG has stated that in comparison to Nicol Bolas the Eldrazi Titans arepush overs, which is even more proof that he goes way beyond planetary...

And finally I'd like to tie this all around to the gods of Amonkhet. Remember how the shockwave from Oketras arrows landing blasted Gideon Juro off his feat, and how Hazoret cracked his invulnerability with a single strike? Well Gideon's strength and invulnerability shields have been tried and tested against Ulamog, one of the Eldrazi Titans. Gideon takes two direct attacks for Ulamog and then holds him back from advancing for an extended duration of time. Note that he was loosing ground but not very much, because as soon as Ulamog was bound Gideon stumbled forward and nearly fell off the front of the rock.

The only thing Gideon could see was jagged, white bone: Ulamog's thick faceplate. The titan was too close; the trap should have stopped him by now, he should have been contained. But something had gone wrong.

Gideon had been preparing himself for this moment since the first time he had heard Jace explain the plan. He had believed it would work, he had trusted the mind mage—and he still did—but he had always known that there was a possibility that something would go wrong. Jace had known it too. That's why Gideon had stationed himself here on this rock. He was the last line of defense. He stood between Sea Gate and Ulamog, and he would hold his position for as long as it took them to set the trap.

And if they couldn't set it, if it came to it, then Gideon would call for an evacuation. And he would hold the titan back until his army could get to safety. But it wasn't time for that yet. He could hold out a little longer. They just needed a little longer...

One of Ulamog's tentacles soared through the air, aimed right at Gideon. Whorls of invulnerability erupted over his skin in anticipation of the collision.

Gideon absorbed the blow, gritting his teeth under the weight of it. A second tentacle hurtled his way from the other side. He shifted the focus of his protection.

How much longer should he wait? He slashed back Ulamog's reaching fingers. Just a little longer...

The titan leaned forward, bearing down toward Gideon. Gideon dug his feet into the rock and stared straight into where he imagined the titan's eyes would be. "You're not getting past me." He turned his shoulder to meet Ulamog's chest, focusing all of his power into that single point, the point of impact. He grounded himself, clenching every muscle in his body, pushing back.

It was as though the weight of an entire world was being driven against him.

He felt his feet begin to slip. Was it time? He opened his mouth to give the order, but then closed it. He could hold out just a little longer. They needed just a little longer...

Gideon squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling a roaring cry with the effort.

He was losing ground.

Then suddenly a blue flash lit up the inside of his eyelids, and the pressure on his shoulder vanished.

Gideon stumbled forward with the momentum stored up from the force he had been exerting on the titan. He caught himself just before he tumbled off the front of the floating rock...which meant there was nothing else in front of him to stop his fall. He was no longer standing face-to-face with the titan.

Ulamog had been pulled within the bounds of the hedron prison—and the prison was glowing, glowing a brilliant blue. The gleam flooded Sea Gate, drowning out the shadow of the great Eldrazi.

Magic the Gathering: Hedron Alignment

The fact that Gideon gives a connection between Eldrazi and gods, and that Bolas was able to treat gods like trash, adds even more legitimacy to the concept of him being way beyond even Eldrazi Titans. Nicol Bolas is simply put, a powerhouse.

Some of my most potent attacks are attacks that damage the soul. Liliana is really good at doing damage to souls at her base level, but in this fight she is cranked up to 9001. Ive already demonstrated that she can rip souls out of someones body like she did to Tezzeret, but she can just destroy your soul as is.

Liliana is seriously good at soul attacks. After Baltrice battled Liliana, the memory alone of what Liliana did to her soul was killing her. This is more proof of her ability with summons.

“Yes, it is. You just don’t remember.” Jace looked at her, and his eyes brimmed like hers. “Liliana—what she did to you—how she beat you …”

He shook his head. “She hit you with ghosts, Baltrice. Shades. She infected you with the shades of every living thing that had ever died at Tezzeret’s tower. Even after we healed your body, the memory alone was killing you. Driving you insane.”

“That’s not—” Her fists clenched, and flames sprouted across her shoulders. “You had no right—it’s not your call, Jace!”

“It wasn’t,” he said softly.

“It was yours. Baltrice, I didn’t want to. You begged me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I … just couldn’t think of any other way to save your life.”

Magic the Gathering: Test of Metal

Nicol Bolas is even better of course. He can destroy souls on at least a city wide scale like he did on Amonkhet.

The gods felt a surge of mana weave around the dragon as a tangle of malevolence. They grasped desperately for spells to protect and defend.

But they were too slow.

The dragon opened his eyes and every mortal old enough to walk dissipated into the sky.

A brilliant white light engulfed Naktamun, and the seven gods fell to their knees in agony as countless souls vanished from existence.

Magic the Gathering: The Hour of Revelation

The card moaning wall suggests that this attack effected all of Amonkhet, meaning it was a planetary spell.

Im sure Loki can protect his own soul but what can Gilgamesh do against a soul attack?

Nicol Bolas has a way of dealing with Loki by himself by using leyline manipulations. Leylines are basically currents of mana. Nicol Bolas has the power to control and manipulate them to different effects, and since he spent prep time corrupting the leylines they will be especially strong under his control.

Bolas could use leylines to bind Loki, like Nissa did to Ulamog and Kozilek.

All at once, the pattern fell into place. A tripartite glyph a hundred feet wide appeared on the floor of the valley in fierce green fire. Miles-long loops of pure mana blossomed from the glyph, lashed themselves around the titans, and pulled.

Kozilek and Ulamog tried to lurch away, to wrench themselves free from the land—and they did not just lurch back, Kiora noted, but up. The entangled titans drew themselves up to their full heights, and for a long moment, as winds lashed the landscape, it looked as though they would simply pull free of the leylines. The slack in the loops of mana disappeared as they pulled higher and higher.

But then the leylines snapped taut. They held fast, straight lines anchoring the titans to Zendikar.

Magic the Gathering: Zendikar's Last Stand

Not only did she bind the avatars of Ulamog and Kozilek but she bound the FULL FORMS of both Ulamog and Kozilek, and did it for a very lengthy time.

Motion in the sky drew Kiora's attention. Around the mighty titans, the sky bulged and folded like a brewing storm. But this was not a thunderstorm—this was something else. The color of the heavens twisted from hazy blue to boiling magentas and greens. The sunlight wavered, overshadowed by a spreading, rippling, polyp-like texture. And to Kiora's shock, she saw what was happening to the titans—

Bending, distorting, stretching.

Their heads inflated and curved into elongated necks that rainbowed across the sky.

Their faces widened, curved concave, and unfolded to the horizon and back again.

And then it began raining Eldrazi.

This is new, thought Chandra.

The sky of Zendikar had become the titans. Their forms had enveloped everything, a dome of bruise-colored flesh and bone sheets and void-edged shards. Rather than the titans being pulled into Zendikar, it felt as if Zendikar were now inside the titans—or that, somehow, dimensionality had inverted, and now the outside of their enormous bodies was in every direction Chandra could see.

Ulamog's upper body still rose over the battlefield, but its limbs and tentacles projected out incongruously from various points across the sky. A portion of Kozilek's crown was stretching and rotating across the coarse firmament like an insane moon. Boundaries muddled and entities merged. Otherworldly tendrils reached down out of the magenta heavens, contorting and stretching, and dripped toward the ground like funnel clouds. Eldrazi emerged and unfolded from each offshoot, dropping onto the land with either graceful landings or messy crashes.

Magic the Gathering: Zendikar's Last Stand

Yet when she tries to wield leylines against Nicol Bolas she realizes that she doesn't stand a chance.

If she were to have any chance in this fight, it would be through the earth.

Nicol Bolas's thoughts penetrated her brain, rank and oily. This land is not yours, elf. It is mine. You may not touch it. Dark necrotic energy burst through the leylines she had struggled to control. The corruption lashed through her, shriveling flesh and tissue. She cried out in agony.

She realized the truth now. She never had a chance. The land had submitted to Bolas long ago, had acknowledged its master. She had to be away, away, but the tendrils of corruption held her in place.

Magic the Gathering: Hour of Devastation

Obviously Nicol Bolas can replicate her feat and do it much more easily. This will prove troublesome for Loki if he is bound because when Nissa bound Ulamog and Kozilek it became a draining match between the planet of Zendikar vs the Titans. That is a match that Loki cannot win because this planet is indestructible.

Manipulating leylines has other uses in combat, the most notable is they can be used as a means to redirect magical attacks. Loki could cast a spell just to have Bolas bend the leylines back towards Loki and hit him with his own spell. Lesser leyline manipulators have dones this. Nahiri and Ob Nixilis respectively. Here is Nahiri demonstrating this ability.

Sorin just raised a pale hand, and jets of black, smoky energy streaked out. Death was in those trails of shadow, death meant for Nahiri. It appeared that he desired none of the pretense or poetry of a proper duel. Her end would be enough, and she watched Sorin, unmoving, as the sinister fingers reached for her.

But the fingers never touched her. They suddenly broke apart, and flew in several directions, tracing contours in the air that were otherwise invisible. Sorin unleashed a second torrent of death magic just as the first errant bolts completed their tortuous paths back to their source, crashing into the vampire in a rapid sequence of high hisses. Sorin fell to one knee, biting his lip in anguish, and from between the plates of his armor, dark vapor rose from unseen wounds.

"You must think very little of me if you thought that would work," Nahiri said as the second cluster of magic struck home just as the first had. "Magic flows through leylines. Leylines pass through stone. And, well, we both know what I can do with that. So by all means, Sorin, try that garbage again."

Magic the Gathering: Campaign of Vengeance

Leylines will be trouble for your team. Bolas could beat Loki by himself if he manages to bind him in leylines, but if he simply uses them as a weapon to attack him and redirect spells it will still be a pain for Loki.

First up, we have Loki who is capable of clashing and temporarily holding off Odin in a battle across "every conceivable astral and metaphysical plane":

If you want to go astral, Bolas is more than happy to go astral.

He has also survived blasts from Surtur's Twilightsword:

Surtur deals in levels of raw magical power capable of destroying galaxies and effecting entire dimensions. Note: These are old scans. Loki has gotten quite a bit more powerful since then. Enough to bump him 3 entire character points to be exact.

That is certainly more endurance than Bolas has so props, but if Bolas needs extra endurance he can cover his body in Invulnerbility magic. He demonstrated that he has invulnerbility magic when used it pierce through Gideon Jura's invulnerbility.

You partner with an illusionist, but you are the true illusionist. You regard yourself as invulnerable, yes? A conjurer's trick, Gideon. This is how vulnerable you are."

One of Bolas's talons began to glow as it pressed into the invulnerable shield protecting Gideon. The talon pushed, and pushed, and the shield parted like melted butter, the talon's sharp point puncturing shield and armor and flesh alike. Gideon grimaced in shock and pain, but did not scream.

Magic the Gathering: Hour of Devastation

Most forms of Gilgamesh have relatively low magic resistances. This only due to how underpowered his masters are. As you saw earlier, under a decently powerful sorcerer; his resistance goes all the way up to A rank. Even at D rank, heroic spirits can break out of time-freeze via brute force:

Even a rank A would get one shot by Emrakul matching power. Since he is with Loki it will undoubtedly be a lot better, but even so I dont see how he protect his soul from either Liliana or Bolas. Even if he can resist the more physical of magics, my team has many angles of coming at him, like soul or mind destruction.

In addition to the above, Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon gives him access to a vast array of defensive items. His most iconic of which, consists of Golden Armor, capable of withstanding hits from the legendary sword, Excalibur:

For an idea of just how solid this feat is, Excalibur releases divine energies capable of cleansing entire cities and destroying large monsters on an atomic level:

I want to talk more about this armor later on, but city level attacks, really? We have left that level of attack in the dust long ago. Only Sorin is dealing with that level of power, but he has his specialized sword to make up for it. Liliana and Bolas will laugh hysterically at trying to use city level armor to block their magic.

Furthermore, Loki can protect both himself and Gilgamesh via defensive spells. One of which, involves a barrier powerful enough to temporarily withstand attacks from Dormammu:

And that's without using the Eye of Agamotto, which in itself hosts a variety defensive abilities capable of standing up to even the power of the infinity stones.

That is very impressive and problematic but Bolas has a wide enough variety of magic that such a shield will only inspire him to use. TP, Soul, Leylines ect.

Honestly, I am not sure what you hope to accomplish by summoning angels. The rules of the tourney limit summons to 616 Spiderman level, which is basically a non-factor on the levels that we work with. Even if they were a threat, Loki is capable of banishing entire demonic invasions:

I already covered my thoughts on summons. Even if you kill them Liliana can reanimate them. Killing them just means that i can bring more into play to feed an ever growing army of undead.

Adamantium is still susceptible to telekinesis and teleportation. Furthermore, I have literally an infinite amount of Adamantium weapons to counter yours one blade with.

I think youll find out that those infinite adamantium blades are only fueling my team, more on that later.

It's allowed because it's not impressive. It's just basic dimensional intangibility. Both of my characters are capable of that as well.

I mean it's pretty similar, but not really. One is specifically dealing with reality the other with alternative dimensions. I don't want to get too caught up on specific wording "reality" vs "dimensional". Even so it's adding another level of difficulty to even confronting Nicol Bolas. Im sure Loki will have no trouble with it but how exactly can Gilgamesh deal with this?

So, the first thing to point out here, is that my team has extremely powerful clairvoyant abilities. Loki in particular can sense things across entire dimensions and at this point, has surpassed even the all-seeing eyes of Heimdall.

So Liliana's invisibility won't help much. Im 100% okay with that because shes all suped up anyways.

With the above, my team will know exactly where you are at all times. So what is my strategy for victory? It's quite simple... Completely obliterate your team with a massive shower of adamantium weaponry coming from every direction possible. Here is a visual representation from a Gilgamesh who was completely toying with his target:

So your plan for victory is too send an neigh-infinite amount of adamantium at me....Firstly my team will know this is your opening move because of Bolas seeing the many different possible futures prior to the match and can have a few prepared spells for when it starts...Like Ferromancy (Metal Manipulation)

Little known fact, Nicol Bolas is the most powerful metal manipulator that we know of that is alive at this time. Even Tezzeret, the mage whos whole deal is manipulating metal, plays second fiddle to Lord Bolas. In fact Tezzeret wouldn't even know Metal Manipulation without Bolas because Bolas created the Seekers of Carmot who in turn taught Tezzeret, so he is indirectly Tezzerets teacher. There is nothing known by the Seekers of Carmot that is not known by Bolas himself, the same school that taught the multiverses master metal mage how to be a metal mage in the first place.

As he set about doing so, he found himself considerably amused by the occasional boasts that Tezzeret liked to make, about being the Multiverse’s greatest master of etherium. Apparently Tezzeret’s enormous intellect had managed to slide right past the fact that Bolas himself had created the Seekers of Carmot, and that there was nothing known by any of the Seekers that would not be known to the dragon as well. Not to mention that there were a number of features of etherium that Bolas was reasonably certain only he knew (and possibly Crucius, if the elusive sphinx ever turned up again). One of these was that due to etherium’s peculiar nature—existing simultaneously in reality and in the Blind Eternities—there were certain vulnerabilities that someone with the right sort of power might exploit.

Magic the Gathering: Test of Metal

Given that in the quote Nicol Bolas is boasting that he knows even more about manipulating Etherium than Tezzeret, (a vastly powerful magical metal that is certainly more difficult to manipulate than adamantium) manipulating adamantium on a massive scale will be a breeze.

Bolas should be able to do everything Tezzeret can do just on a much larger scale. Not only can Tezzeret manipulate metal on a massive scale but he can change its properties on the fly. Here he changes a metals color rapidly while manipulating it through the air.

Venser brushed the hand aside, but as the fingers and palm dripped back into the wrist, the tips of other claws poked out of the wrist, and another hand grew before his eyes, literally. Soon there was another claw.

Then something exceedingly odd happened. All the metal on the Phyrexian began to arc upward, as though it were dripping upside down. The dark metal of it began to dance and wind, much to the creature’s amazement. Its exposed sinews and muscles looked strangely naked as its whole body began to tumble down without the metal’s support. The metal of the creature’s structure danced higher and higher in the air. The meat parts of the Phyrexian fell with a wet thump to the metal floor. But nobody was watching that. All eyes were on the metal, arcing up and down and side to side in graceful loops and peaks.

The metal turned colors as well—first red, then jet black, and then a bright, shimmering gold. Venser heard Koth’s sharp intake of breath when the metal went a glassy blue. It pulled together into a square shape and fell with a hard thump on the ground next to the crumpled Phyrexian the metal had come from, who looked at it with eyeballs bare and wobbly.

Magic the Gathering: Quest for Karn

Here is a visual representation of Tezzeret manipulating metal, it flows around him like water.

Nicol Bolas could just form a shield of adamantium out of the weapons thrown at him, or turn them into spears and launch the adamantium back at you with a mixture of metal manipulation and TK. Really he could do what ever he wants because he can control and shape metal at will and you are supplying him with a near infinite supply of it.

Now back to Gilgamesh's armor. Bolas can take Gilgamesh out of the game instantly with this power by turning his armor into a thousand blades to pierce his body. He did something similar to Tezzeret when he turned Tezzeret's etherium armor into a blade that shattered his heart and spine.

He could judge the potential effect of each magic on his second part’s list by scanning the probable futures that shifted and developed as the second part considered this or that spell, power, or combination of such. Neither the first nor third part of his mind was actually aware of what spell he ended up using, but they didn’t have to be; the second part had that issue fully under control, as it was able to use the ætheric dimension of Tezzeret’s armor to channel a combination of telekinesis and minor shaping that transformed, in the current reality, the inside of the mechanist’s etherium breastplate into a blade that shattered his breastbone, slashed open his heart, and severed his spine just between the shoulder blades. “How’s that for power?” several of his subminds said in unison, as at least three of them saw—and one felt—the mechanist’s heart spew most of his blood out through the joints in his armor.

Magic the Gathering: Test of Metal

This is metal under Tezzerets control, a Tezzeret that was amped to kingdom come, and the "Nicol Bolas" that did this wasn't even the real Nicol Bolas, it was a fake Nicol Bolas that is so weak that the real Nicol Bolas's power doesn't even register to any of his senses.

Nicol Bolas settled himself onto the etherium sand. At last he could begin to excise the artificer’s annoying little gimmicks and get himself out of here. “Damn, I thought he’d never leave.”

“You and me both, brother.”

Bolas lurched upright. The voice had been impossibly deep, impossibly dark, and most of all, impossibly close. Behind him was a rip in the fabric of the universe, held open by some impressively sizable talons. Bolas gathered himself into a crouch—talons like those usually belonged to dragons, and from their dimensions, it wasn’t impossible that this new planeswalking dragon, whoever it was, might be even larger than Bolas himself. “Take it easy, pal,” the new dragon said. “I’m not here to fight.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not,” Bolas growled, “because you have no idea who you’re about to—”

“It’s more the other way around,” the new dragon said as he shouldered his way into the world. He stopped, stretched, and gaped his great fanged mouth wide in a jaw-cracking yawn.

Nicol Bolas stared in uncomprehending astonishment. “You—you look just like me!”

“That’s more the other way around, too.” The dragon grinned down at him, and Bolas realized that despite the resemblance, this dragon was vastly larger than he was, and younger, and possessed of a staggering magnitude of power that Bolas could only faintly glimpse. All his senses, magical as well as physical, told him that this dragon was so powerful he shouldn’t be able to even exist.…

Nothing in his twenty-five thousand years of life had prepared him to face a being like this.

“You—are you—who—I mean, what? What’s going on? It’s as if you’re me.”

“I am you,” the new dragon said with a vast and gleaming fang-filled grin. “You’re the one who’s not you.”

“What?”

“Nice job with Tezzeret, by the way. You learn a lot about someone by how he treats you when he’s got nothing to fear. And now we’ve got him working for us willingly. Enthusiastically. Hells, he thinks he’s doing us a favor.”

Bolas still couldn’t quite get his mind around what was happening, though a terrible dread had begun to curdle in his gut. “Us? What do you mean, us?”

“Oh, well, there’s that, I suppose.” The dragon waved a talon in languid dismissal. “By us, you should understand that I mean me. There is no you. Not really.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I know, you’re having a hard time with this,” the other dragon said sympathetically. “There’s a couple of reasons for that. One is that constructs like you have a pretty limited useful life span. You start to break down only a day or two after you’re created. You must have noticed how it’s gotten harder and harder to think.”

“Constructs? Like me?” Bolas shook his head wildly, as though he could jerk himself awake from this terrible nightmare. “You’re saying I’m … that I’ve always been …”

“Don’t take it too hard,” the other dragon said. “It’s a fail-safe, really. Otherwise, every time I put one like you together, I’d have to chase you down and kill you myself, just to keep you from screwing around in my business.”

“Your business? I still don’t understand.…”

“Of course you don’t. In addition to that construct thing I told you about, I also had to make you pretty stupid.”

“What?”

“If you were a tenth as smart as I am, you would have been ten times too smart to fall into Tezzeret’s trap. As it is, you’ll be dead a few hours from now, and your corpse will evaporate. If I want Tezzeret to find a Nicol Bolas here when he gets back, I’ll have to make another of you. Maybe even several more.”

“You’re saying—you’re saying that you—?”

“Damn, you really are stupid,” the larger dragon said. “Well, I guess Tezzeret can’t be wrong about everything, can he?”

The vast, unimaginably powerful dragon looked down upon the pale, dying simulacrum he had created, and sighed.

“Yes, idiot. I am the real Nicol Bolas,” he said. “And I did not reach my exceedingly advanced age by being stupid enough to do my dirty work in person.”

Magic the Gathering: Test of Metal

Loki will probably have defenses against his helmet being turned into blades but I don't see how Gilgamesh will have any defenses against his armor being turned into a death trap without Loki defending him. Bolas can one shot Gilgamesh this way.

Under Loki's power/amps, every single blade should be capable of moving with enough speed to blitz your entire team even with the Light Speed perk. Gilgamesh can completely blanket the entire area in every direction, so that no matter how fast you are, there is absolutely no way to avoid being hit. As each of these weapons are not only made of adamantium but also enhanced via magic, there is no way to block these attacks either.

The blades being enhanced by magic doesn't really matter because Bolas can manipulate far more complex metals than just magical enchanted blades. Im talking about Etherium. Etherium is a very complex metal that possesses a large number of special traits, but the most notable is that it exists beyond just the physical plane. It exists simultaneously in reality and in the Blind Eternities at the same time. Bolas is the single greatest manipulator of Etherium alive. Even Tezzeret pales in comparison.

Etherium is magic.

Not magical. Many things are magical. In the jigsaw world of Alara, a horse can’t piss without splashing something magical. Most magical things are powered by mana; nearly any kind of magical operation is simply a directed use of mana. Etherium is not magical. It is not a device powered by, or used to direct, mana.

Etherium is magic.

The energies bound into etherium transcend mana as lightning transcends a lightning bug. Etherium is an expression of reality itself. Its power is the power of existence. It can be worked with, transformed, shaped into useful structures, but its power cannot be exhausted, and its substance cannot be unmade.

Magic the Gathering: Test of Metal

As you can see, using metal against my Bolas is not a very good angle of attack.

Alternatively, if Loki and Gilgamesh determine that your team is dangerous enough, they may very well just open with Enuma Elish. Enuma Elish is an anti-world weapon, that rips through the very fabric of space:

My team can avoid this attack by entering the Blind Eternities. All of them are very adept Planeswalkers who have been doing it for 200 years -25,000 years. Bolas especially will allow my team to get the hell out of dodge asap if you decide to nuke the plane. He can open up portals to the Blind Eternities seemingly without effort and put other people into them. While its against the rules to BFR your team using this my team can just leave the plane, watch the destruction from the Eternities, and reenter the plane at will.

Furthermore, if you think even for a moment that your characters can escape either of the above, whether it's through speed or teleportation; perish that thought, as Loki will simply move you back into the kill zone. His teleportation magics can overpower even that of Silver Surfer:

Bolas can teleport instantly, but I already explained that he is just going to steal your adamantium, not dodge. Unless Loki has some way of pulling my team out of the Blind Eternities this ability won't doom my team.

Oh, and on the off chance you have any spells that you think can negate or mitigate the damage from either of the above attacks; Loki can simply distract your characters with his mystical and telepathic prowess. Even in his astral form, which contains but a fraction of his true power; he is capable of clashing with the likes of Odin across every conceivable astral and metaphysical plain:

Lets talk telepathy because every single one of my characters is a telepath. Sorin is the weakest yet even he is decently powerful. Here ha casually stops time for two people, while simultaneously implanting knowledge in Dack Faydens head.

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Liliana would normally be the weakest one here but she has enough raw power to challange and Eldrazi Titan in this battle and so her mental attacks will be extremely potent.

Nicol Bolas transcends both of them and will be a serious problem for Loki in a telepathic battle. He can casually communicate with Sarkhan Vol from extreme distances while simultaneously rebuilding Tezzerets body and mind.

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In his showdown with the Gatewatch, Jace Beleren couldn't even get a foothold on Bolas's psychic defenses while Bolas was also dealing with the rest of the Gatewatch at the same time.

Bolas ignored Chandra's fire, trampled Liliana's dead, and broke Nissa's vines. He did not move to attack them, merely continuing to fling a helpless Gideon against the wall. He stared at Jace, knowing what the telepath was trying, and failing, to do.

The voice blasted into Jace's mind with all the subtlety of an avalanche, shredding several of his defenses effortlessly. You have been alive for all of an eye-blink, and because of a thimble of natural talent you presume to touch my mind? And some have called me arrogant. Bolas's laughter was acid, scarring Jace's mind.

Magic the Gathering: Hour of Devastation

Jace Beleren is one of the top, most skilled, and most powerful telepaths in the entire multiverse. With effort he can temporarily shut out Emrakul who ive already proven is a planetary telepath.

Jace, too, felt the urge to go to Her. I'amrakul.

No.

He wanted to shake himself. He had to clear his mind. He had to think. He couldn't let Her have what She wanted. He once again mimicked what Tamiyo had taught him, clenching his hands into fists with the effort. The process of ensuring that there was no residue of delirium was not unlike clearing away cobwebs from inside one's head. Thick, lattice-like cobwebs exuded by a towering Eldrazi monstrosity hell-bent on consuming the mind of every living thing on this world. Jace shuddered.

This is what he would have to be able to do for them, for Gideon and Chandra and Nissa. He'd have to protect their minds along with his own. He couldn't bring them here and then leave them to be consumed by Her. He wouldn't. So then the question was: Could he do it? He had asked himself this very thing what felt like a hundred times, and yet he didn't have the answer.

Magic the Gathering: Emrakul Rises

Yet Jaces defenses are literally non-factors to Bolas and Jace doesn't have a snowballs chance in hell at breaking through Bolas's defenses.

There is even an instance where Nicol Bolas displays multiversal TP by taunting Ugin from a different plane of existence after Ugin was revived from the dead.

The point is that Bolas alone will be sever trouble for Loki in a TP battle, but with Liliana and Sorin to aid in the effort my team should take the overall edge in psychic combat.

If nothing else, the above should be more than sufficient at proving that Nicol Bolas would have to divert his full attention (every single part of his mind) to avoid being mentally dominated by Loki's power. Even if he could somehow turn the tides of the mental struggle, the distraction would be all that Gilgamesh needs to completely obliterate your entire team.

I see this the opposite way. Bolas should have enough TP power so that Loki has to divert 100% of his attention towards a psychic battle for atleast a short amount of , leaving Gilgamesh completely open for domination from Liliana + Sorin. You could end up loosing a teammate to TP and have him converted to my team making it a 1 v 4.