My universe in a bottle

Atabibia's expression became calmer and calmer.

Previously, Elise suffered in the hands of the Saint Master who was the protagonist of that era.

Now, is it his turn to suffer?

Have to rely on others for help?

Doesn’t this mean that he is on the same level as Elise, the crazy woman who makes noises?

Let’s talk a little higher.

Several times in the era, the protagonists have made each of their saints suffer secret losses and fell into their serial schemes. Doesn't it prove that their rule is not so absolute?

The young protagonists and heroes, all the monsters, are amazingly talented and beautiful, can they be easily overthrown? They are saints! Heavenly Lord! ! They were actually provoked to this extent by mortal ants whose strength was less than one billionth of theirs.

"But I have to say that they did achieve the limit of their own structure."

"If I were in such a harsh environment and with so few available conditions, I wouldn't be able to do better than them."

From this point of view, Atabibia has some appreciation for the attitude of these young people.

at this time.

Herodotus, who had not seen a real battle for a long time, kept frowning, "Time is not very good at breaking this turtle formation. The opponent has made countless folds using the spatial dimension. It is like a maze, linked together, and it is difficult to break it."

"If you can cultivate space means, it will be easier to restrain the opponent."

"I can only use the timeline to slow down and observe the opponent's formation structure frame by frame to see common flaws." Time passed very slowly, a lot of information was flowing, and he felt like his eyes were going dry.

There is no doubt that the opponent is targeting the Ancient God of Time, and his blood defeats the God of Time.

No one would have guessed that you would use the power of time to break the formation?

It must be targeted!

Herodotus' battle felt aggrieved and uncomfortable.

He is warlike and cannot feel the exhilaration and joy of war at all.

This is the reason why in today's era, the higher the realm, they, the strong warriors of the fighting style, become more constrained.

And Elise has learned to transform!

A crazy woman with a fighting style began to adapt to the version and start fighting wits.

Looking at Herodotus below, who was helpless, Artabibia said to Minis next to him: "Herodotus is the pinnacle of fighting. He has reached the limit of time-fighting genius, but he can't break it. It means the other party is very targeted.”

"How do you feel?" Atabibia's eyes fell on Minis with great interest.

"I don't know." Minis was a little unsure, "But I can give it a try. With the power of time, I can use my life and space to break the situation that cannot be broken by brute force."

"Okay." Artabia smiled and nodded, "Let Herodotus unload the material and let you get on. In addition, in this era, you have four overlapping selves, so it should not be considered low qualifications."

There was a crash.

Herodotus drifted away in the wind, returning to the river of time like a heroic spirit.

Perhaps this will also be the normal state of the God of Time in the future!

In the long river of time, reserve a heroic spirit from history to fight for him in other eras.

Minnis quickly regrouped and stood in this era.

call!

He took a deep breath.

Minis, the timeline depicted by the dotted line outside, has come down from heaven and slowly merged with him.

"The fourth me." With a bang, Minis' figure shook, as if some mosaics were flickering, and a sense of dissonance in the universe was born.

In an instant, everyone looking at him felt like they had seen something incomprehensible, and their minds were in a mess.

A strong and contradictory sense of disobedience crept into him.

"What is this?"

"Second minion?"

"Why is his level so low? He is just a third-level ancient god?"

Everyone looked.

Volga glanced at the other person and said in a low voice: "No, this is a triple ancient god who practices time, life, and space at the same time. But how is this possible?!"

You must know that only by cultivating a blueprint completely can one reach the next level of ancient god realm.

But the man in front of me has not even completed the first blueprint. He is a incomplete first-level ancient god, and he has cultivated the second level?

The second level is also incomplete, so why not practice the third level?

This goes against the common practice of the universe!

Three incomplete systems go hand in hand.

The existence of this creature is full of inexplicable contradictions, like a collection of bugs and paradoxes.

What the hell is this man?

In other words, what kind of outrageous creatures are the four saints in the dark creating, the timeline of the multi-dimensional universe, the ultimate life that is fused together?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through.

Volga's heart was beating crazily, "They, the saints of the universe, live in the heaven. It turns out that they secretly want to create an artificial ultimate existence to break through to the next realm! The origin of that universe, the ultimate omnipotent realm !”

There was a click.

He didn't have time to react.

"I can break this formation." Minnis seemed to have found their flaw and kept jumping and attacking.

Their battle formation is huge and bloated, and the power of each of their ancient gods is a large formation composed of three thousand avenues, spaces, and lives.

People who don't understand these rules have no way to start, but this man seems to have dabbled in them all and began to decipher their formation diagrams.

boom! boom! boom!

Nodes were attacked one by one.

The entire ancient god team with huge combat power did not attack at all and stayed in the defensive turtle shell.

A large amount of detection data and information are constantly emerging in their internal information transmission network.

"The seventh node is damaged."

"There's something wrong with this guy."

"Is it the ultimate weapon created by a saint?"

"In other words, as long as we kill him, it is very likely that their future will be severely damaged."

While countless people were surprised, their formation continued to suffer damage.

They have been constantly explored and explored. If this continues, sooner or later they will be broken out of the formation, the defensive turtle shell of this life link.

"Your Majesty, you will lose if you continue like this!"

"Go to the future, that space channel is still there!"

"Abandon us and we will send you to the future!"

"Yes, our sacrifices are worth it! The war of the times is a war of intelligence. The victory of civilization is not achieved overnight. We will transport all the information we get in front of us to the present world and give it to them."

"Yes! The information we exchanged for our lives is enough, the time immortality method, the minions, and the inside story of the man-made genius!"

"They will do better in the future."

One voice after another kept coming.

"No."

Volga looked at the Supreme God of Time in the sky and said with a smile: "I will take you with me to become your king. This is about never abandoning your brothers."

"Although that man-made monster is all-powerful, its average level is not high. We have a chance."

His eyes gradually became deeper.

Human beings are never alone.

Their current legion has gathered together with various ideas and condensed into unprecedented strength. It is enough to reach this limit.

As for rationality?

what is that?

The rise of human civilization is almost always led by irrational people.

In history, scientists who pioneered for the common people were burned to death by ignorant people. Scientists who said that the world is round were reviled by people. How can the martyrs who flew into the flames talk about rationality?

If their legion was rational, they would not choose to risk their lives in a fight.

Now, do you want him to be rational?

Did he let those who abandoned them escape?

"You guys really have double standards." He muttered silently: "How can I be rational? I just fought hard from the beginning, but it's just about winning or losing."

Boom! !

The entire military formation completely erupted.

"Someone has to do it, why not you and me? Someone has to die, why not you and me." This reigning Northern Emperor strode out of the crowd, personally presided over the 800,000-strong army, and stood straight The body mobilizes various joints, rearranges them, and lights up the nodes like stars.

Boom!

The sky-high light surrounded him, forming a giant military formation across the universe, as if letting the world see the vast size of the mythical giant tree in the past that reached the sky and the earth.

"Kill, kill, kill! If you want to die, I will be the first among my brothers to die!!"

Volga laughed wildly, "He is a loser. He seems to be able to break the formation, but breaking the formation is very slow. I turned to attack and killed him directly!"

There was a click.

A flash of lightning flashed.

This King of Era nine billion years later suddenly mobilized the power of the universe and stabbed towards Minis.

There was a click.

Minis was mediocre after all, even his fighting consciousness was mediocre. He didn't react at once, and he didn't even remember to understand the time immortality method. He was beaten to death in an instant.

"I am the winner!"

"I am the winner!"

Volga laughed loudly, and the roar seemed to roar out all his will.

He held up Minis' disappeared head, pointed at the indifferent god in the sky and roared:

"Saint! You are a saint, tell me! Tell me!"

"How should we live, how should we be sad and happy when nine billion years of time are a scam and nothingness!!"

"We just want to live and have a future."

Atabibia didn't respond at all, his eyes were as cold as the blue sky for eternity. He looked at Minis who was suddenly attacked and defeated in a trap, "You are very weak."

And the next second, a vague majesty descended from the universe.

A shadow of a scholar in white gathered the matter that Minis had just disappeared, and re-condensed it. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the space seemed to turn into a crumpled, collapsed paper, which transformed into a colorful and beautiful flower of dimensions.

The flowers fall gently.

The entire huge battle formation seemed to have been hit by a node, broken layer by layer, and disappeared into thin air.

"The Saint took action, one blow. The King of the North still lost."

Throughout the universe, countless powerful people in small worlds observing this battle silently closed their eyes.

All the heavens and worlds are simple drawings drawn with dotted lines, and there are countless black and white sketches of ordinary people, some looking up, some lying on the ground, looking at the materialized colorful war zone, all of them died in battle, crying.

The common people sang songs in sorrow.

"The distant past~~the endless future. Another one of us who traveled through time and space will eventually rise. When the new hero is reborn from the cradle in the long river, we will still visit the forbidden supreme god again with the heart of pursuing the truth."

The entire universe was in mourning, and the people were plunged into endless darkness. Artabia nodded silently to the emperor of this timeline, reincarnated with his own material, stretched out his hands to tear apart time and space again, and turned around and left.