My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 663 - 610 Abyss Monarch

Nokron continued to walk forward, touring the mountains and rivers, as if it were just another ordinary attack.

After all, to him, he possessed dozens of innate Taoist artifacts, and countless people coveted these treasures. Various fraudulent means emerged endlessly, which was perfectly normal.

"The location's been exposed; I guess a second batch will come soon... The most troublesome part is, I can't run, and I have to travel at a normal pace, pretending I'm unaware."

"Time's getting tighter; I need to continue researching the creation blueprint of the Ancient Dragon and get it done quickly."

"Truly been screwed over by my future self."

A trace of annoyance flashed across his face.

Since his debut, he's always been the mastermind behind the scenes, causing trouble quietly. Who's ever screwed him over? Who could manage to?

Even Atabia, Black Star, and that batch of Emperors—who were originally reckless—were sculpted as enemies by him in various eras, troubled so much that they dared not step outside, fearing someone would secretly undermine them...

But now?

For the first time in his life, he was tricked.

He stopped at a village, stomping a few chaotic rules-rampaging anomalies to death, probably products of some postnatal Ancient Gods going berserk, and began resting in a house.

He started to gather Ancient Dragon within his body, mingling several frenzied Authorities together, crazily impacting himself, directly turning himself into an anomaly and dying.

And under the impact of this chaotic Authority, a hint of ferocity passed his gaze, "Sooner or later, it'll turn into a corpse, Demon Remains—it's a suicidal path; fortunately, it's not my true self..."

"Simultaneously, this thing affects temperament too much..."

"But it's alright; an Ancient Dragon, I've played that role before—a mindless, brutal beast... somewhat similar to this strange Demon Remains."

Not much time passed before another group appeared outside.

As many as seven postnatal Ancient Gods.

"Nokron, we are here under orders to invite you back to the Ancient Tree. This time, the cosmos faces a great calamity, recalling the three thousand Taoist Artifacts across the cosmos, of which those you hold are crucial..."

They kept speaking.

The cosmos is large. Now the message has been relayed back to the tree; surely the two Divine Kings have received the information, likely hurrying here soon.

Though they don't know the specifics or why Nokron is to be confronted, they are still following military orders.

"Who are you trying to deceive with such tricks?"

Nokron stood up, "The two Divine Kings long stopped caring for the heavens! They tacitly allow our mutual slaughter; why abruptly halt and gather everyone? Even if gathering everyone, I'm merely one inconspicuous one; why would you make such an ostentatious invitation?"

The seventeen were momentarily speechless.

Under normal logic, indeed, they wouldn't suddenly stop this mutual competition and slaughter, but...

"Attack!" Suddenly, the leading postnatal Ancient God swiftly ordered.

Outside, one indeed must guard against others' assaults.

Who believes their talk?

Normally, other innate Ancient Gods wouldn't believe such words either.

Now, since the opponent doesn't believe them, they must forcibly seize him.

There are fourteen Second Layer Ancient Gods among them, three are Third Layer Ancient Gods. Their combat power is by no means weak.

The crucial point is, the dozens of Celestial Dao Divine Artifacts in the opponent's hands don't restrain them or disable their internal Authorities.

This combat power is enough to deal with a Fourth Layer Ancient God...

Moreover, the opponent is merely a Third Layer Ancient God. Even if a Fourth Layer, they could take him down.

Unless reaching the level of Minshan Divine King with Fifth Layer Heaven, but that's essentially impossible.

Bang!

They surrounded from every side.

"Hmph! If you want to murder for treasure, be straightforward. Why not do so earlier?" Nokron directly struck, frenzied, chaotic aura suddenly erupted, strands of frenzied black demonic qi surged from within.

Bang, bang, bang!

In just a few punches, more than half of the seventeen were quickly blown apart, suffering catastrophic losses with bodies strewn across.

The leading Third Layer Ancient God stared at Nokron, whose body emitted demonic qi, with flesh squirming and growing scales, showing a hint of horror on their face.

"You've mutated too... You've gone berserk and lost your humanity!?."

They suddenly thought of a possibility, feeling a sinking in their hearts.

"I am human." Nokron strode over, took out a handkerchief, and suddenly coughed black blood, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

His muscles were vigorous, draped in bizarre dragon scales, exuding dense eerie aura.

Making them feel horrified.

Nokron gradually mutated, without even realizing it...

They thought about it with some fear in their hearts.

Recalling some rumors once heard among the trees, the protagonist of the era was originally Nokron, but the Dream Garment traversed time, changing fate, allowing Minshan beside him to replace him as the protagonist, reducing him to a mere ordinary person...

And now, this protagonist is about to die, distorted, mutated, transformed into such a disgusting monster...

"Run!" someone shouted, "He has mutated. How dare he? He actually absorbed seven or eight Authorities at once, causing chaotic impact..."

"Normally, he would have lost himself long ago, so why does he still retain consciousness?"

"Could he truly be the protagonist of the era, deprived of his fortune, yet still relying on his heaven-defying talents to carve out another peculiar path?"

"The Abyss! Don't look at him, chaotic frenzy, it's like facing the Abyss directly!"

"Abyssal Demon Emperor, Abyss Monarch Emperor...."

Boom!

Their bodies suddenly exploded, consciousness vanished.

A few minutes later.

On this tragic and bloody land, dozens of Postnatal Ancient Gods gradually approached, their expressions immediately turning gloomy.

"Chase!"

A few minutes later, they saw that white-robed scholar once more, walking gracefully while holding a book.

"Stop!" someone said from afar.

The scholar turned his head toward them and suddenly started coughing violently, taking out a handkerchief to cover his lips, spitting out a mouthful of blood, "You are truly annoying. I cultivate my methods, why do you incessantly babble and refuse to leave me alone?"

"Retreat!" The Ancient Gods skillfully commanded, "We advance, they retreat; we only need to kite him!"

"Got it!"

They formed a battle array, surrounding from all directions, not seeking victory, only aiming to stall for time.

Although the Cosmos is vast, now the main forces rapidly assembled, among them, two Divine Kings received the information swiftly chasing here.

Boom, boom, boom!

Various trivial attacks harried here and there, striking toward Nokron in the center.

Nokron became slightly annoyed immediately, stepping forward to crush the man in front of him, but the opponent quickly retreated, pulling away.

This extremely annoying attack method continually constrained him, causing Nokron to frown slightly.

"Nokron, just give up!"

"You have mutated..."

"An unprecedented great horror, a truly bizarre Demon Remains, is being born on your body."

It was just after they spoke.

"What bizarre, what demons and ghosts... are you joking?"

Nokron's bones emanated snapping sounds throughout his body, twisting and mutating once more, layer upon layer of scales covered him, etched with mysterious patterns like a blueprint, his fists transformed into dragon claws, with elongated and sinister blue-black nails.

His feet turned into beast hooves, clad in sharp, spiky black armor, with a war helmet on his head, precisely the form of Nokron when he first appeared in the Abyss World, seated on the sea-bed throne.

Frenzied and bizarre aura enveloped him entirely.

"Keep kiting him!" The Ancient Gods nearby shouted.

Suddenly, Nokron took a step forward, grabbing an Ancient God who continually ran, "What's your name, feeling proud, aren't you?"

Boom, instantly pressing his head into the ground and blowing it up.

"You!" he shouted.

"You, what you!" The man dressed in Abyssal Demon Dragon Armor pressed his head and smashed it.

Bang, bang, bang, the ground resembled a mud pit, Multi-Dimensional Worlds flew rapidly upward, each battle of such hyper-dimensional life forms influencing countless worlds across the All Heavens.

Snap. The head was instantly exploded, merging with countless shards of the Multi-Dimensional Worlds.

These worlds now faced great extinction, though countless beings perished, in the grand history this signifies immense opportunity, massive quantities of Rule God blood permeated into these fragmented worlds, dyed red, in the distant future, these blood-stained multi-dimensional worlds must cultivate a prosperous Mythical Era.

"He has mutated to that extent... how does he still retain consciousness, and use such power to fight..." The Ancient Gods nearby had their eyes turn red, feeling this was beyond outrageous.

Nokron's frenzied aura suddenly spread, various negative emotions had turned into beasts, suppressing rationality, dominating entire consciousness, a vast energy surged out.

"Nokron, you!" someone suddenly wanted to say something.

"Aren't you annoying? Annoying??"

Suddenly reaching out again and grabbing the leader's head, uncontainable fury burst forth.

As if his anger had completely erupted.

"Why do you incessantly disgust me? Huh? I've tolerated you for a long time, always fishing, staying out of conflicts, cultivating myself, yet you keep stalking me with kiting tactics, harassing me, disgusting me?"

"No, you——" The Ancient God widened his mouth, before he could think of begging for forgiveness, was blown up entirely with a punch.

Chaotic power grew more intense, a brutal aura burst out, Nokron's fist after fist shattered the surrounding Postnatal Ancient Gods, turning them into piles of rotten flesh.