my universe in a bottle.

"This group of guys."

Atabia frowned slightly.

He didn't land in heaven, he was fishing for law enforcement.

The place where they stood was deliberately outside, so that they could sneak up and do it themselves, and crawl along.

But I didn't expect that the other party didn't play cards according to common sense, knocked myself a sap, and didn't crawl through the passage.
Didn't he suffer in vain by using local materials and occupying 3% of his material?
He was fishing, and he caught a strange fish that didn't bite the bait, but did the opposite.

In the face of these thousands of troops, as the god of time, he has no physical form and can leave at any time.

It is impossible for the other party to keep him, nor can he kill him.

But of course these guys know it too.

Assassinating him was not to kill him, but to force him to leave this timeline and prostitute the 3% matter he brought from the real universe for nothing.

If he just left, lost 3% of the 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 open up another possibility, and this timeline is still there!

This is the foundation of a multidimensional dynasty!

If the matter obtained by the universe in this era continues to increase, energy, water, metal, flame. 10%, 20%, this future 5000 years later, will gradually become another real cosmic dynasty.

Fight against them and become the enemy.

It is conceivable how terrifying the multidimensional war in the future will be.

The emperor of a certain dimension dynasty 5000 years later, the monarch of a certain cosmic empire 3 years later
A large amount of matter is equally distributed, and directly forks into other multidimensional universes of a large number of branched tree-like rivers.

And they will fight each other along the time branch!
This is the multidimensional universe war on the long river of time.

This is also the progress of civilization, the new level of civilization after the Nine Layers of Ancient Gods, and the period of the multidimensional universe of first-level gods.

"What a fun adventure."

Atabia sighed in his heart: "The other party wants to plunder my material, take the first step of becoming real, lock himself as real, and lay the foundation of the dimension dynasty."

Think about it, traveling through the infinite multidimensional universe, drinking wine, singing songs, and suddenly being robbed by horse bandits, leaving only underpants when you come back?
He is dignified Atabia and cannot afford to lose this man.

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

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

Atabia smiled, looked at them and thought in his heart: "Such a huge army, as long as one dies, the material leaks, and the saints of this era come to me with a clone to help me, the opponent will lose."

"And just killing one person is easier for me."

"But the opponent still took the initiative to attack. I am afraid that there is some way. Even if I am a majestic supreme god, I can't kill him alone."

This is theoretically impossible.

Theoretically, he is a phantom, a special god with the weakest attack power, or even almost no attack power, but he is still a saint. How can there be so many people here that can't kill one?
But the other party chose such a stupid method.

"You can die if you don't kill, it's pointless to think about it, just try it." He stretched out his hand and pointed at the weakest ancient god in front of him.

Puchi!

The opponent was severely injured in an instant.

"Not dead?" Atabia was a little surprised.

"In my dynasty, no one will die!"

Volga seemed to have expected it a long time ago. The tall and mighty man was like an iron mountain. He smiled softly, "I am the strong shield of the empire, the king of the heavens in the northern universe. If you want to kill others, you have to step on my ground first." On the bones."

"Interesting ability." Atabia thought for a while, and seemed to understand the general ability of the other party.

Life link, share the damage?
There are probably more than 80 ancient gods here, which shows that the accumulation is terrifying.

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

And each of the tenth-layer ancient gods didn't even practice time. Obviously, they were determined not to travel through the [past], not to waste time cultivating the back road, and wanted to fight their backs here.

Their 80 ancient gods have initially possessed the entry form of space and life.

Range joins with spaces.

Link life with life.

Make each of them use their tiny powers to form a huge iron wall defense battle formation!

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

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

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

"No need to attack, we just need to be a turtle shell!"

"Intercepting the material here, crucifying it here, and sticking to it here is our victory."

Volga's battle has never been offensive, but defensive.

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

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

Atabia frowned.

He is really a bandit, this style of play can be called shameless and ingenious enough.

"I have my war guards, too."

After his words fell, a tall young man walked out of the long river of time behind him, it was Herodotus.

Herodotus, as the ancient god of time, used to interfere with the material plane's sharp weapon, naturally he followed it all the time.

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

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

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

"It's real."

"It turns out that the other party's 3% material has not fully constructed the map, and there are still some materials left for this man."

"Is it a ten-fold ancient god? Well, counting the history, the other party traveled over 90 billion years ago. At that time, the ten-fold ancient god was just born, and the other party will naturally cultivate."

"Is there a living person? After all, the God of Time is the only God of Phantom who has no specific form. He travels through the timeline again and again. In order to interfere with the material plane, it is natural to have a minion with a physical substance, a spokesperson, to help him reverse the node of history. "

"That is to say, killing this guy can actually injure the other party."

"Even if it is the ancient god of time, if he wants to resurrect the other party, he can only travel through the past, but if he travels through the past, everything will change, and he will have to pay an unknown timeline jump price!"

At this moment, almost everyone was short of breath.

The Saint of Time is a phantom, no one can do anything about him, he can't even fight, he can only steal his material package.

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

And this guy in front of him has a physical body, so what if it's a saint's black glove?He's just a mere tenth-fold ancient god, and he's not a saint!

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

Another man dressed as an emperor also said loudly: "We can win, anyway, we are going to give it a go. Now that 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 ten layers of ancient gods, nine layers of normal powers, plus an entry-level power that is probably time! After all, the other party is not a saint, so naturally he can only go to ordinary strong people. 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 the same era, which can facilitate him to interfere with a certain period of history when he travels through various timelines.

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

Hearing those suggestions, Volga, the leader, has always been steady, but also a little moved, "You can try it and test the attack. After all, it doesn't matter if you try it."

"You are so bold."

Facing the noise and hustle and bustle of these people, Atabia just said indifferently: "The saint has never really shot once in the universe. Don't you underestimate the power of the saint?"

boom!
At this moment, 3000 of the connection legion in the tortoise shell vacated the defense matrix, and a joint attack broke out fiercely, and the huge death ray completely covered Herodotus' body.

Terrifying force engulfs matter and destroys it, and the three thousand avenues they practiced all appear, as if seeing wind and rain turning into torrents, the sun rising into rays of light, thunder bursting the night sky, countless changes in gravity and magnetic field, turning that area into a A real purgatory.

"Are you dead?"

"Should be dead."

"That kind of attack cannot be stopped."

But after the light disappeared, Herodotus still stood where he was, with neat clothes, as if he had never been attacked.

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

Horror, horror, fear, how could it be possible for ancient gods of the same level as them to be so outrageous.

Looking at these stunned young heroes, Atabia's expression remained the same, and he continued: "Young people, in order to fight for your own future and open up the way forward, this ambition is understandable, but unfortunately, you don't know it at all. You're fighting something."

"No, I now know exactly what I'm fighting with." Volga's eyes fell on the imperial general Herodotus. His eyes were sharp and clear, as if he wanted to see him through.

"This guy, is the time immortality method?"

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

"His method just now is similar to space jumping, flashing to another area to avoid attacks, but he should be called time jumping, jumping to the future a few seconds later, avoiding attacks."

Volga's eyes were silent:
"The real body rests on the long river of time."

"Time is continuous in the eyes of others, but time is intermittent in your body. The existence of frames on the timeline is a kind of detached and independent dimensional life."

"You were dead one second, but what does that have to do with you who are still 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 in time is life, you will be immortal and exist across the long river of the universe."

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

When everyone in the surrounding legions heard this incredible information, their expressions suddenly dawned.

This is the saint's 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 opponent, we can't win."

"We don't need to win, we just need a solid defense, and defending is victory."

His tortoise shell was originally not good at fighting, and he used the most extreme defense to detain this substance even if he died.

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

This is something that an elder like him can give. Even if this elder uses his life, he still has to accept this piece of land.

Volga is an extremely sober and rational person. He understands that the times cannot be pioneered by one person alone, and he should do the first step well.

"Go, they can't kill you."

Atabia said lightly.

boom!
"Hmm." It is obviously unrealistic for Herodotus to confront the tortoise shell of the entire huge legion head-on, but it is necessary to break the tortoise shell.
You have to use ingenuity!

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 80 ancient gods together is an extremely difficult century-old problem. This formation is too big.

In order to occupy all the material, the other party cannot leak it out, and they have to bite the bullet and do it.
Therefore, the opponent actually fell into a disadvantage at the beginning.

As they say, what they want to create is a miracle of zero mortality!
boom!
The next moment, Herodotus shot.

As the emperor's blade of Artabia, his combat power is undeniably powerful and terrifying.

Even though he looks like a tenth-layer ancient god, he has actually cultivated half of the time blueprint.

Divided by their realm, it is the middle level of the ten ancient gods.

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

Herodotus kept scanning his gaze, concentrating on it.

And Atabia, in Gaowei, looked down at the battle coldly, and shook his head,
"If Herodotus can't do it, he can only commit suicide, give the material to the emperor, and let him come."

"The Son of Heaven specializes in martial arts skills. Even if there is only a tiny clone, one of the billions of great powers who descended in its heyday, in the same realm, it can still find flaws to break through this huge bloated matrix."

How terrifying is the vision of a saint, even if you are reduced to the realm of an ordinary ancient god like you, the original cultivation and insight are still there!

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

He left Herodotus' materials at the beginning to prevent being plotted against.

When necessary, Herodotus can completely commit suicide and use these guaranteed materials to welcome the saints of this era to come into the world.

But he was unwilling to ask those saints for help.

Like Elise, it's a matter of face.

A majestic supreme god, who can't even deal with a group of mortals, was plotted against, and the other party did things, and was forced to this level and finally needed the help of other gods, it would be too embarrassing.