My universe in a bottle

"This group of guys."

Atabibia frowned slightly.

He did not land in heaven, he was fishing for law enforcement.

The place to stay was deliberately outside, so that they could sneak up and crawl over.

Unexpectedly, the opponent did not play according to common sense, slapped himself, and did not crawl through the passage.

Wasn't it in vain for him to use local materials and occupy 3% of his material resources?

He was fishing and caught a strange fish that didn't bite the bait but did the opposite.

Facing these thousands of troops, as the God of Time, he has no physical form and can leave at any time.

The other party couldn't keep him, nor could he kill him.

But of course these guys know that too.

The purpose of assassinating him is not to kill him, but to force him to leave this timeline and prostitute the 3% of matter he brought from the real universe for free.

If he left like this, lost 3% of his precious material, and went back, how would he explain it?

There is 3% matter here, and it is [anchored] by matter!

Even if you leave, because of the existence of matter, this future will be locked, and the long river of time will fork out another possibility. This timeline will still exist!

This is the foundation of a multidimensional dynasty!

If the materials obtained by the universe in this era continue to increase, energy, water, metals, and flames by 10% or 20%, in the future five thousand years from now, it will gradually become another true cosmic dynasty.

Go against them and become your enemy.

One can imagine how terrifying the multidimensional war in the future will be.

The emperor of a certain dimensional dynasty five thousand years later, the monarch of a certain cosmic empire thirty thousand years ago

A large amount of matter is evenly distributed and directly forks into other multi-dimensional universes with a large number of branching tree-like rivers.

And they will fight each other along the branches of time!

This is the multi-dimensional war in the long river of time.

This is also the period of civilization progress, the new level of civilization after the Nine Ancient Gods, and the multidimensional universe period of the First Level God.

"What a fun adventure."

Atabibia sighed in his heart: "The other party wants to plunder my material, take the first step to become real, lock himself into reality, and lay the foundation of the dimensional dynasty."

Think about it, traveling through the infinite multi-dimensional universe, drinking wine and singing songs, only to be suddenly robbed by horse bandits and come back with only your underpants?

He is a dignified Attabia, and he cannot afford to lose this person.

So now, a universe without these bandits is a good universe.

"It seems that I am used to research and haven't taken action for too long. Everyone thinks that I am the supreme god who is best to bully?"

Atabibia smiled and looked at them thinking: "In such a huge army, as long as one person dies, the material is leaked, and the saints of this era send a clone to help me, the other party will lose."

"And just killing one person is the easiest thing for me."

"But the other party still took the initiative to attack. He was afraid that he had some means. He believed that even though I, the supreme god, could not kill one of his thousands of troops."

This is theoretically impossible.

Theoretically, he is a phantom, a special god with the weakest or almost no attack power, but he is still a saint. How can there be so many people here that he can't kill one of them?

But the other party chose such a stupid method.

"It's pointless to think about whether you can kill him or not. Just give it a try." He stretched out his hand and pointed at the weakest ancient god in front of him.

Phew!

The other party was severely wounded in an instant.

"Not dead?" Atabia looked a little surprised.

"No one will die in my dynasty!"

Volga seemed to have expected it. The tall and mighty man was like an iron mountain. He smiled gently and said, "I am the strong shield of the empire, the king of the heavens in the northern universe. If you want to kill other people, you must first step on me." On the bones.”

"Interesting ability." Atabibia thought for a while and seemed to understand the approximate ability of the other party.

Life link, share the damage?

There are probably more than 800,000 tenth-layer ancient gods here, which shows that the accumulation is terrible.

Each of them carried twelve artifacts and were armed to the teeth. Only then did they occupy a full 3% of the huge matter in the universe.

And each of the tenth-level ancient gods did not cultivate time. They were obviously determined not to travel to the [past], not to waste time cultivating a way out, and to fight here again.

Their 800,000 ancient gods have all initially acquired the entry-level forms of space and life.

Use space for range joins.

Use life to make life links.

This caused each of them to use their own minimal power to form a huge iron wall defense formation!

Life is intertwined with each other, and the power of life emerges from each other.

"The power of gravel, when gathered together, is the desert that swallows the river."

Volga said calmly: "I want to defeat you. I don't need to defeat you. I just need to defend, defend, and defend again!"

"There is no need to attack, we just need to become a turtle shell!"

"Intercepting the material here, nailing it here, and holding on here is our victory."

The battle in Volga is never about offense, but about defense.

Therefore, he has prepared the direction of attack for many years, which has always been defensive. Whether it is life link, practice space and life, it is all to build a steel fortress to suppress this life.

"What are you going to do next?" Volga said: "You can't lift the strong shield of my empire. Your material belongs to me. Please go back."

Atabibia frowned.

He is really a bandit. This style of fighting is shameless and unique.

"I also have my war guards."

After he finished speaking, a tall young man walked out of the river of time behind him again, it was Herodotus.

As one of the ancient gods of time, Herodotus was a weapon used to interfere with the material plane, so he naturally followed him all the time.

It's just that Artabia has always been the vanguard to explore the road first. After all, he is immortal, so it is naturally the most suitable.

Herodotus is, after all, a living ancient god who will die if he is killed.

The moment Herodotus walked out, the eyes of the entire legion present fell on him.

"It's physical."

"So that's it. The opponent's 3% material did not completely build the map. There is still some material left for this man."

"Is it a tenth-level ancient god? Well, if you calculate the history, the other party traveled through nine billion years ago. At that time, it was the era when the tenth-level ancient god was just born, so the other party will naturally achieve it."

"A living person? After all, the God of Time is the only phantom god without a concrete form. He travels through the timeline time and time again. In order to interfere with the material plane, it is natural to have minions and spokesmen with physical matter to help him reverse the nodes of history. "

"In other words, killing this guy will injure the opponent severely."

"Even if he is the Ancient God of Time, if he wants to resurrect the opponent, he can only travel through the past. But if he travels through the past, everything will change, and he will have to pay the price of an unknown timeline jump!"

At this moment, almost everyone was short of breath.

The Saint of Time is a phantom. No one can do anything to him. He can't even fight and can only steal his material package.

Every god has flaws, and this is the flaw of the God of Time. He must bring matter with him when traveling through time.

And this guy in front of me has a physical body, so what if it is the black glove of a saint? It’s just a mere ten-level ancient god, not a saint!

A young woman shouted: "King, kill him! Let the God of Time have no minions."

Another man dressed as a monarch and emperor also said loudly: "If we can win, we will give it a try anyway. Now we have more benefits, kill him directly! This will allow us to lay a greater foundation."

An old woman who is good at detection and analysis shouted: "His aura is the tenth level of ancient god, the ninth level of normal power, plus an entry-level power that is probably time! After all, the other party is not a saint, so naturally he can only reach the level of an ordinary strong person." the limit.”

Can kill.

No matter how you look at it, you can kill!

The more they thought about it, the more excited they became.

The opponent's minions may already be the top combat power of their generation, which can facilitate him to interfere in a certain period of history when traveling through various timelines.

But after all, there is an existence at the level of an ancient god who cannot transcend logic.

After listening to those suggestions, the leader, Volga, who had always been steady, became a little moved, "You can give it a try and test the attack. After all, it doesn't matter if you try."

"How brave of you."

Faced with the noise and noise of these people, Artabibia just said lightly: "The Saint has never really taken action in the universe. Are you too underestimated the power of the Saint?"

boom!

At this moment, the connection legion in the turtle shell, three thousand of which vacated the defense matrix, had launched a combined attack, and the huge death ray completely covered Herodotus's body.

The terrifying huge force enveloped the matter and destroyed it, and the three thousand avenues of their respective cultivations all appeared. It was as if they saw the wind and rain turning into torrents, the sun rising with rays of light, thunder bursting into the night sky, and countless changes in gravity and magnetic field turning that area into a A real purgatory.

"Dead?"

"Probably dead."

"That kind of attack cannot be blocked."

But after the light disappeared, Herodotus still stood there, neatly dressed, as if he had never been attacked.

Everyone present looked at Herodotus as if they had seen a ghost.

Shocked, horrified, and frightened, how could it be possible that an ancient god of the same level as them could be so outrageous.

Looking at these stunned young heroes, Artabibia's expression did not change, and he continued: "Young people, in order to fight for their own future and open up a way forward, this ambition is understandable, but it is a pity that you have no idea. You're fighting something."

"No, I now know exactly what I am fighting." Volga's eyes fell on the Imperial General Herodotus, his eyes were sharp and clear, as if he wanted to see through him completely.

"This guy is a time immortality method, right?"

"After all, the three major first-level powers correspond to three types of immortality, reincarnation immortality and dimensional immortality. This is the method of time immortality."

"What he did just now is similar to a space jump, flashing to another area to avoid attacks, but it should be called a time jump, jumping to the future a few seconds later to avoid attacks."

Volga's eyes were silent:

"The true body rests on the long river of time."

"Time is continuous in the eyes of others, but time is intermittent points in your body. The existence of frame by frame on the timeline is a transcendent and independent dimensional life."

"You were dead one second, but what does that have to do with you being alive the next second?"

"So no matter what kind of damage you suffer, as long as you have the long river of time to rely on and the number of frames of life in time, you will be immortal and span the long river of the universe."

Volga is worthy of being the evil protagonist of this era. He saw through Herodotus' background in just a few glances.

When the people in the surrounding legions heard this incredible information, their expressions suddenly became clear.

This is a saint blessing with his own celestial artifact. Even an ordinary ancient god who has not been sanctified has the most incredible mysterious power in the universe! !

Volga turned around and said to everyone:

"So, we can't win!"

"Even if there is only one person on the other side, we can't win."

"We don't need to win, just a solid defense. If we defend, we will win."

This turtle shell of his is not good at fighting in the first place, so he resorts to the most extreme form of defense, and will fight to the death to deprive him of this substance.

As long as they have money, their country will have the opportunity to rise and become rich, and only the young people in the future will have a future.

This is what he, an elder, can give. This elder must accept this land even if it costs his life.

Volga is an extremely sober and rational person. He understands that the times cannot be opened up by one person, so he must do the first step well.

"Go ahead, they can't kill you."

Atabibia said calmly.

boom!

"Hmm." It is obviously unrealistic for Herodotus to confront the tortoise shell of an entire huge legion by himself, but it is necessary to break this tortoise shell.

You have to use skill!

To break the formation, just break their nodes.

The larger the formation, the more bloated it is and the more flaws it has. Forcibly connecting eight hundred thousand ancient gods together is an extremely difficult problem of the century. This formation is too big.

In order to occupy all the material, the other party cannot leak it, but also has to do it forcefully.

Therefore, the opponent is actually at a disadvantage at the beginning.

As they say, what they want to create is a miracle of zero mortality!

boom!

The next moment, Herodotus took action.

As the Emperor's Blade of Artabibia, his combat effectiveness is undeniably powerful and terrifying.

Even though he looks like a tenth-level ancient god, he has actually mastered the time drawing halfway.

According to their realm, they are at the middle level of the tenth level of ancient gods.

The existence of their two time systems, one virtual and one real, makes up for each other's shortcomings and can be said to complement each other.

Herodotus's eyes kept scanning and focusing.

And Atabia, in the high dimension, looked down at the battle coldly and shook his head.

"If Herodotus can't do it, we can only let him commit suicide and give the material to the emperor so that he can come."

"The Emperor specializes in martial arts skills. Even if he only has a very small clone, one of the billions of great powers that came to him in his heyday, he can still find flaws in the same realm and use his Arrancar to break this huge and bloated matrix."

The vision of a saint is so terrifying. Even if he is reduced to the realm of an ordinary ancient god like you, his original cultivation and knowledge are still there!

Therefore, the opponent's method of occupying 3% of the material and preventing the saint from coming was a mistake from the beginning.

He left Herodotus's material from the beginning to prevent being plotted.

When necessary, Herodotus can be allowed to commit suicide and use these basic materials to welcome the birth of the saint of this era.

But he was unwilling to ask those saints for help.

Like Elise, it’s a matter of face.

The supreme god cannot even deal with a group of mortals. He has been plotted against and the other party is doing things. It would be so shameful to push him to this level and finally need the help of other gods.