Chapter 864: Chapter 806: Masterful Maneuver, Birth of the First Multi-dimensional Universe

No hesitation whatsoever.

Atabia immediately took two people and left this era, returning to the time channel. By the banks of the Long River of Time, through the cracks, they overlooked this era’s Nokron.

Cannot approach him.

Must even stay away from that strange and unknown universe.

Although there was no evidence to support it, Atabia’s time intuition still told him that this Nokron was incredibly dangerous, that this timeline of his... seemed to contain something terrifying.

So, what on earth happened in our future, five thousand years later!?

"Just came to visit the future, leaving so soon?"

Nokron descended, with a vast power enveloping the entire area.

This king, having taken off the Celestial King’s Robe and donned the War Robe, was still dressed in that Abyss Thorn Battle Armor. The Six-pronged Thorn Crown on his head was connected to the Three Thousand Great Path of the cosmos, with each thorn representing five hundred kinds of High-tier Dao of the cosmos.

"Won’t you come down and sit for a while?" Nokron raised his head, with a sacred majesty.

Yet, he gave people a strange sense of unfamiliarity; his gentle and peaceful face gave an inexplicable sense of stiffness and illusion, exuding an eerie vibe.

"No need."

Atabia’s heart skipped a beat, and he coldly said, "Kill them, return the matter to me, and I’ll leave this era."

"You can come down and sit!"

Nokron stood before this group of armies, without any intention of making a move against them.

The brilliance of the Six-pronged Crown atop his head instead shrouded the Ancient God Legion, augmenting the Cosmic Path cultivated within the 800,000 troops, making their strength erupt once more.

The overwhelming power made that turtle shell even more unbreakable.

"You’re helping him, plundering matter... what a horrific future."

Atabia saw that the other party was no longer pretending, "Where’s Sylvie? Where’s Sylph? Why aren’t those two attendants with you?"

"They’re handling matters in the Celestial Realm." Nokron smiled.

"Have them come down to meet me, how about it?" Atabia couldn’t help but ask, "After all, there’s a lot of matter here; it’s very easy for them to descend."

"They’re very busy."

Nokron said lightly.

Atabia finally sighed, asking no more.

Is it possible to release some matter, to let the Emperor, Elis, appear before him, materialized in reality, and have a chat?

Since even Sylvie and Sylph could not appear, how could the Saints possibly appear?

Given the current situation, anyone’s first reaction would be:

This era’s Nokron has schemed against him, seized 3% of the matter, and is attempting to rule this cosmic period!

And there truly is no way for the other Saints of this era to resist.

Because the other party is guarding 3% of the matter, as long as there’s no leakage, no one dies, the Elis and Emperor of this era remain shadows, unable to materialize, completely unable to resist him!

This era will be dictatorially ruled by Nokron!

And now...

This sudden attack is clearly premeditated.

The scheming involved must be far more than what Atabia can currently see openly!

After all, the Emperor and Elis, for five thousand years, haven’t noticed, consistently deceived them, how can it be simple?

"If I hadn’t traveled through time, prophesized the distant future, letting the era continue to develop... the great terror before our eyes would become a true reality five thousand years later!"

Ripples arose in Atabia’s heart, "We’d all be played to death."

No matter what.

This era’s Nokron held 3% of the matter hostage, and it’s basically impossible for me to take it back.

The anchor of this era has already been set!

An entirely new Multi-Dimensional Cosmic Dynasty has eventually been officially born, and became an opposing faction with their dynasty.

"Let’s go back."

Atabia fell silent for a moment, then looked deeply at Nokron, "There’s nothing more to say, it’s time to leave, I’ll come back to see you later."

With a splash, he didn’t even bother to speak and directly took two people back into the Long River of Time.

While Minis and Herodotus remained silent, this was too absurd.

The action was too fast, wasn’t it?

The moment they prepared to guard against the darkening Saint, he’d already shown up.

This made even them have to doubt, this was no coincidence at all.

After Atabia talked to them about the Northern Country’s Emperor Volga five thousand years later, some Saints present immediately had ideas, secretly seeking this person to lay plans! The other party was simply too decisive! But for beings such as them, who isn’t decisive?

This future...

Dark beyond words!

"What should we do now? It turns out Nokron betrayed, he darkened in such a way in the future, the Emperor and others five thousand years later might have been calculated by him, ambushed, and who knows what the situation is..."

Minis felt tingling in his heart:

"That’s the one with the strongest combat power in reality, mastering the Three Thousand Great Path of the cosmos; all the wind, thunder, iron, water, carbon are under his jurisdiction."

What should we do when we go back, face Nokron?

Fight him?

But can we win?

Thinking about it feels ridiculous! Just recently living harmoniously, and now drawing swords against each other.

"It’s very eerie... but the mastermind we saw five thousand years later might not be Nokron." Atabia suddenly said, "We must guard against the possibility that it’s a trap."

"Not Nokron? How is that possible?"

Minis was somewhat puzzled, "He holds the Three Thousand Great Path, is a Material God, this can’t be faked!"

"Hehehe." Herodotus laughed instead, "The Material God who masters matter, must it be Nokron? Couldn’t it also be the Light Ancient God?"

This?

Minis opened his mouth wide.

It does seem true, after all, there are two Material Gods!

Minis analyzed:

"In other words, it might be the future Light Ancient God escaping, secretly joining forces with Volga, seizing 3% of the era’s matter, sowing discord, disguising as Nokron, and deceiving our ranks, causing chaos and mutual suspicion."

"No, although it might be the Light Ancient God disguised as Nokron, there definitely is a traitor within us." Atabia sneered.

Could the Light Ancient God have escaped on his own?

Or was he rescued by Volga?

A guy who’s not even a Saint, how could he be rescued, that would be underestimating the sealing by their joint efforts on that Sun too much.

It must be someone among the Saints secretly saving him.

Quietly helping him open a crack on the Sun, taking the opportunity to descend a sliver of his incarnation, seizing Minis’s matter overflow, thereby occupying that 3% of matter.

That led to the earlier move, sealing the victory in one stroke.

"What should we do when we go back?"

Minis couldn’t help looking toward that corner, "That dynasty has 3% matter, it’s already alive, after all our Bridgehead, Celestial Realm only has 10% matter.... the other side will eventually wage a dimensional war against us, a counterattack..."

"Hehehe."

Atabia laughed, "The Cosmic Dynasty’s behind-the-scenes ruler is one of the Emperor, Nokron, or Elis.... Vice versa, confronting us, truly outstanding, deserving of us reaching the peak... such maneuver, even I have to praise him incredible."

What is the situation now?

Like a werewolf kill game!

Among the four rulers, one is a wolf.

This wolf, on the surface, is friendly with the three of them, secretly ambushing and stabbing people, establishing an opposing dynasty on the other side, planning to reverse plunder their [reality], turning his own dictatorial future into [reality].

Thereby becoming the true victor!

Among the three, at least one is certainly a wolf, and he, Atabia, is the Iron Prophet!