Chapter 856: Chapter 799: War of the Multi-dimensional Universe (Two-in-One)

"This group of guys..."

Atabia slightly frowned.

He didn’t land in the Celestial Realm, he was fishing for lawbreakers.

He deliberately landed outside, making it convenient for them to ambush him and make their move, crawling through.

But unexpectedly, the other party did not play according to convention, hit him on the head, and didn’t crawl through the passage...

They used the local materials and occupied 3% of his matter...Wasn’t this blow in vain?

He was fishing and caught a peculiar fish that didn’t bite the bait and did the opposite.

Facing these legions, as the Time God, he had no material form and could leave at any time.

The opponent couldn’t capture him nor kill him.

But these guys certainly knew this point too.

Assassinating him wasn’t to kill him, but to force him to leave this timeline, profiting from the 3% matter he brought from the Real Universe.

If he left like this, losing the precious 3% matter, how could he explain after returning?

With 3% of matter here, he was "anchored" by matter!

Even if he left, because of the presence of matter, this future would be locked, and the Long River of Time would branch into another possibility, and this timeline would still exist!

This is the foundation of a Multi-Dimensional Cosmic Dynasty!

If the matter obtained by this era’s cosmos continued to increase – energy, moisture, metals, flames...10%, 20% – this future, 5,000 years later, would gradually become another true Cosmic Dynasty.

Opposing them would make them great enemies.

It’s conceivable how terrifying the future Multi-Dimensional Universe war would be.

The Emperor of a certain Dynasty 5,000 years in the future, the Monarch of a certain Cosmic Empire 30,000 years in the future...

Vast amounts of matter would be shared, directly branching into many tree-like rivers of other Multi-Dimensional Universes.

And they would fight along the time branches!

This is the Multi-Dimensional Universe war on the Long River of Time.

This is also the new civilization level after the Nine Layers of Ancient Gods, the Multi-Dimensional Universe era of the first-level god.

"What an interesting adventure."

Atabia mused, "The other party wants to plunder my matter, making the first step to becoming real, locking themselves as real, laying the foundation for the Dimensional Dynasty."

Imagine, traveling through infinite Multi-Dimensional Universes, drinking wine, singing songs, only to be suddenly robbed by bandits, and returning with nothing but underwear?

He, the dignified Atabia, could not afford such shame.

So now, a universe without these bandits is the best universe.

"Seems I’ve been researching too long and haven’t taken action, and everyone thinks I’m the easiest target among Supreme Gods?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Atabia chuckled, contemplating, "Such a massive army, if only one dies, matter leaks, letting the Saints of this era descend with an avatar to help me, they’d lose."

"And just killing one person is the simplest thing for me."

"Yet they still actively engage, perhaps having some method, confident that I, a dignified Supreme God, can’t kill even a single one of their countless troops."

This is theoretically impossible.

Theoretically, I am a phantom with the weakest attack and almost no attack power among special gods, but still a saint. How could I not kill even one here?

But the opponent chose such a foolish means.

"Whether or not I can kill doesn’t matter, it’s pointless to overthink; just try." He reached out and gently pointed at the weakest of the Ancient Gods before him.

Poof!

The opponent was instantly severely injured.

"Not dead?" Atabia showed a hint of surprise.

"In my Empire, not a single soul shall die!"

Volga seemed to have anticipated this, the tall and mighty man like an iron mountain, gently smiled, saying, "I am the Empire’s strong shield, the Northern Universe’s King of All Heavens; to kill others, you must first step over my dead body."

"An interesting ability." Atabia pondered for a moment, seemingly understanding the general ability of the opponent.

Life linking, sharing damage?

There are about 800,000 Tenth Layer Ancient Gods here, clearly a terrifying accumulation.

Each one carrying twelve divine artifacts, armed to the teeth, which occupied as much as 3% of the cosmos’s vast matter.

And each Tenth Layer Ancient God doesn’t cultivate time, clearly determined not to traverse the Past, not to waste time cultivating an exit, to fight a desperate battle here.

Their 800,000 Ancient Gods each have the rudimentary forms of space and life.

Connecting through space.

Linking lives through life.

Using each of their minor authorities, they formed a massive ironwall defensive battle array!

Lives interconnected, Power of Life surging among them.

"The power of grains of sand, when accumulated, is a desert that devours rivers."

Volga calmly said, "To defeat you, we do not need to win against you; we only need to defend, defend, and defend!"

"No need to attack; we just need to become a turtle shell!"

"Intercept matter here, pin it down here; standing firm here is our victory."

Volga’s battle style was never about offense but defense.

Hence, his years of preparation in offensive directions were always defensive, whether life-linking or cultivating space and life, all to establish a steel fortress, suppressing this age.

"What do you plan to do next?" Volga asked, "You can’t lift my Empire’s strong shield; this matter is mine now, please, go back."

Atabia frowned.

He really was a bandit; such a combat style could be described as shameless, ingeniously unconventional.

"I also have my war guards."