Chapter 863: Chapter 805: The Eerie Nokron

With a sudden crash, the time rift abruptly opened.

As his flowing black hair swirled, shaking off the dew, a tall and handsome man stepped out of the Long River, slowly arriving and descending into this space-time.

He had just landed.

"Kill!"

"Attack!"

"Hahaha, hit a Saint with a stick!"

The military formation, prepared for countless billions of years, began to operate frantically like gears, and burst out with a long-planned strike the moment he landed.

Boom!

A stick came crashing down.

Atabia’s head spun slightly:

"This is so troublesome, every time I land, is this the customary welcome? It makes me really want to have a Saint guard my manifested material area, to defend me as soon as I land."

In this era, Saints are shadows, without material form.

So when he landed, the Saints couldn’t protect him. The creatures on this 3% map of the universe are the True Persons.

But after the ambush, these people did not take the opportunity to cross over.

It seems that this ambush was really just a welcome ceremony without any practical value, and the other side just stood here, watching him coldly.

Like a turtle, adopting a rogue stance, refusing to move.

"It’s really the exact same scene."

Atabia was a bit speechless, looking around at the circle around him, this time clearly facing the same arrayed military forces, but feeling a strong sense of incongruity.

"Has something happened?" He had a strong sense of inexplicable unease.

The Saints, who connect Heaven and Earth, are the Supreme Laws of one side of the universe, omniscient and omnipotent in their Domain, their premonitions are extremely accurate.

And he, mastering the past, present, and future of the universe’s Long River of Time, had such a premonition that even without traversing to the future again, he could feel that something might threaten him.

Anxiety surged in tiny waves within his heart.

Atabia frowned slightly, not knowing what to think. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Meanwhile, Herodotus, not being a Supreme God, did not possess the High-tier Dao Divine Artifact of the Long River of Time, and lacked this intuition. Instead, he was eager, "Is it coming again? This time, let me have a turn! Minis, just watch."

Minis remained silent, thinking to himself: "This era’s Minis will soon merge with my fifth self, making me stronger by several degrees! This time, if I go again, I shouldn’t suffer again."

He thought he had been careless before.

The other party was unscrupulous, launched a sneak attack, which led to his defeat. In a direct confrontation, he should not lose.

"I probably don’t need to say more, you’ve sought me in history." Volga moved slowly and calmly, stood up, and looked at the Saints above, "Why should I not go over to your side? No need to explain anymore, right?"

"Let me battle you!" Herodotus stepped out directly, this time hiding nothing, diving straight into the most intense topic, ready to end the fight soon.

"No rush." But Atabia slowly stopped Herodotus, eyes cautiously scanning everywhere.

The unknown is the most terrifying.

Time changes everything, and every crossing could bring about unknown terrifying events.

He didn’t know what strange changes might occur this time in this long ninety billion-year timeline, but he had to be vigilant.

Because now, nothing has changed, which in itself is the most abnormal.

Volga, being a smart person, knew from history that he had been sought and therefore lost once, yet still chose this losing path...

"It cannot be that fearing something will bring it to fruition..."

"If it were like this, then decay comes too quickly. Have I arrived at some timeline where the Saints have turned to darkness..."

"Or perhaps, among the Saints of that time, someone already harbored ill intentions... so their actions are swift and nonstop."

A heavy cloud hung over Atabia’s heart.

Whether those era’s Heroes or the Saints, all knew well that it was hard to make a move in the present age.

Only in the future, on a partial battlefield.... is there some sort of opportunity.

Because whether it is the Saints or the Heroes of the era, if they want to win, their first action must target him, the prophet!

But what is the meaning of the other party ambushing him?

The time isn’t right yet.

Flipping the table so early is too premature.

Unless the other party really experienced some dark event, causing a large shift in their mentality, beginning... ten-fold intensified dark change?

Or perhaps, it wasn’t the Saints who made a move, but in this future, Volga secretly released the Light Ancient God?

Is this sense of threat coming from the Light Ancient God?

"Time, truly the greatest unknown in the universe." Atabia couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly, as the Time God, feeling as though he had only uncovered a small corner of the vastness of time.

"Not hitting him? Alright, I won’t hit first then."

At this moment, Herodotus paused, though his mind was sharp, he did not feel like thinking, letting the smarter Atabia deliberate.

Since Atabia said not to make a move, he would wait.

"As expected of the Time God." Volga lightly smiled, "Then, if you’re not going to fight, please leave."

"Where you came from, you’ll return."

He sat openly in place, with an eighty-thousand-man legion forming a battle formation behind him, standing motionless like a rock, strictly guarding this 3% material map.

These people were clearly taking the route of ’enemy does not move, I do not move.’

Just stalling with you like this.

Let’s see who can outlast who; anyway, he certainly wasn’t the one in a hurry.

Atabia deeply furrowed his brow again, indeed currently caught in a dilemma, this 3% of material couldn’t be discarded.

Today a city, tomorrow a province will be ceded!

Moreover, it’s not as simple as abandoning 3% of material; it’s letting this void Multi-Dimensional Dynasty go from 0 to 1 directly,.

They start living, and then start counterattacking, becoming the embryonic form of a Multi-dimensional Cosmic Dynasty, attacking each other in reality, dispatching troops, and plundering resources.

"Let’s still take action."

Atabia closed his eyes and said to Herodotus next to him:

"Even knowing the other side is waiting for me to act, I still need to act, only then can I know what the other side plans to do."

With a crash.

Herodotus immediately took action, attempting to decipher this tortoise shell.

But this time, the other side’s techniques seemed more mature, more perfect, unable to spot any flaws.

Herodotus continually tried to attack the opponent’s military formation, the other side defending strictly without counterattacking, putting on a sly appearance of being able to hit but refusing to strike.

The stalemate continued with both sides still locked in.

Herodotus attacked repeatedly, for a full seven days, all to no avail.

"This stalemate is meaningless, now the opponent behind is mysterious, you’re set to lose... let Minis go up." Atabia coldly said: "The five selves combined, let’s see what your results are."

"Yes."

Minis did not think too much.

Or maybe after countless future selves merge, his wisdom will increase, but now he simply didn’t bother thinking.

With a loud bang, Minis continued his attack.

"I can break it!!" Minis shouted.

But after a few exchanges, the tortoise shell suddenly counter-attacked, catching Minis off guard and abruptly exploding.

With a loud boom.

Minis died, material overflowed, and Saints from the depths began to descend.

This time, the Saint descending wasn’t an Emperor, but the strongest Monarch in the universe! The most prohibited existence controlling the material regulation of the present universe! The purest present combat power at its peak!

"It’s Nokron, why did he come personally?" Herodotus frowned.

"One move, to resolve the opponent, then it will be time to go back." Minis said: "This future, almost identical to the last one, feels a bit eerie, as if.... someone is deliberately guiding it, better to leave quickly, always feeling someone is deliberately lying in wait for us..."

Meanwhile, Atabia said nothing, his eyes gleaming, directed towards the Celestial Realm Monarch, just descended, and now embodied in Nokron.

"Hurry up!!"

With merely a glimpse, a chilling sensation surged rapidly from the depths of Atabia’s heart, flooding his entire being with a deathly threat, uncontrollably compelling him to leave.