"It’s a pity, this war has almost nothing to do with us."

"We are the nuclear weapons guarding the cosmos, mainly serving as a threat and deterrent; the era depends on the common people."

At this moment, the Emperor slowly approached and casually sat on a chair in the palace.

"Yes, it has nothing to do with us."

Nokron said calmly, "We were once the raging people down below, but now we are high above, watching those who are angry." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The order of war is always so fascinating.

The secondary-tier strong ones are truly the main force in battle.

The previous Planet Universe war mode was like that too.

At that time, the strongest Undying Levels were tearing apart the wall membrane outside the cosmos, extracting bird eggs; they needed the Divine Level army inside the cosmos to help cover, to tear the cosmic channels, to resist armies of other Undying Level generals, preventing them from closing their own cosmic channels extracting bird eggs.

And not only has this not changed, even the "extracting bird eggs" war mode hasn’t changed.

Just that previously they were extracting planets.

Now they are extracting cosmic matter.

Essentially, there is no difference, because regardless of the era of civilization war, they are always fighting for resources, snatching bird eggs.

"Everyone, what should we do next?" At this time, Elis finally came forward.

As a Werewolf, her demeanor remained normal.

This made Li Qing silently regard her more highly, thinking to himself:

"Although she lacks a big picture view, she is the best at putting on airs, the most treacherous, and she has accepted the memory from the future timeline, maturing quite a lot, indeed darkening tenfold in strength."

"Apparently, she doesn’t plan to reveal her plan as the traitor."

"Atabia’s wave of speeches tried to move the other side, but his verbal skills were insufficient, utterly ineffective."

At this time.

Everyone present knew they were not the Werewolf, so it had to be one of the other two.

Like the Emperor, who knew it wasn’t himself, highly suspected Nokron in front of him, since Elis...he deemed unlikely.

No matter how, their speeches were mutual probing.

"For now, let’s not move impulsively and observe the concrete forms of war."

Nokron said, "Atabia can’t just traverse anymore, because if he traverses again, and someone ambushes him, creating another dimensional cosmos, that’ll be real trouble."

Matter continues to thin to create enemies, and this will indeed become a multitude of Multi-dimensional Universes in the future.

"So miserable, he’s bound again." Elis shook her head, "Always being bound every day, indeed to deal with saints like us, whoever it is, has to first take out this prophet."

Li Qing thought for a moment, agreeing.

This position indeed carries great pressure.

Only Atabia can really withstand it.

Let’s not talk about Elis.

The Emperor’s capability is sufficient, but his character is pure, truly someone who ignores external matters, focusing only on reading sage words.

Li Qing’s capability is sufficient as well, but would he do such dirty work?

The boss advocates leisure, while labor and toil are theirs; he has nothing.

Secretly stirring things up is his responsibility.

"Are we doing nothing now?" Elis frowned, "Those Outer Domain Celestial Demons have already started fighting, the future’s likely ’you steal mine, I steal yours.’"

"Of course we must act; the common people below are rushing one after another, sacrificing lives; how can we saints stand by?" Nokron said, "Let’s cleanse the cosmos, then begin laying out plans."

"Since the future can be guided, let’s make a five-thousand-year plan, mutually defending... arrange everything well and then have Atabia traverse to five thousand years later, creating a future where he won’t be attacked."

The two men slightly pondered; indeed, this is the best approach.

Atabia doesn’t dare traverse because fundamentally he worries the future will mess with him again.

Indeed, they must restrain each other to clear obstacles for the future.

Anyway, as good people, they always have to say things upfront!

Atabia is evidently a good person, a prophet, wishing for the human camp’s victory, surely needing to follow this prophet’s footsteps.

Because Atabia has no reason to betray them.

Even now being a bridgehead, Atabia is the only one who holds the time coordinates of the real universe a hundred years ago.

The other dark hands, on the other hand, want to mess with him, scheming for that 87% real universe’s true location, then send Outer Domain Celestial Demons to seize it.

After all, the Real Universe is the true fat sheep!

Now this Celestial Realm is 10%, a frontline city; Elis simply can’t find the rear main camp, only robbing here.

Atabia still wishes for fewer dimensional Cosmic Dynasties, since other saints need to use this to build power to breakthrough; he doesn’t need it.

His breakthrough point is on Minis; if there are more dimensional dynasties doing this, it indeed makes him fretful.

Therefore, logically and emotionally, he must oppose the enemy’s plundering of cosmic matter.

...

...

At this time.

Universe No. 01.

Atabia traversed here again.

Ultimately this place has established a matter anchor, not falling lost in the Long River of Time, belonging to another "current world," traversing here is like going to next-door map.

"You’ve returned again."

This ’Nokron’ glanced at Atabia, merely smiled.

"I’m here to take a look." Atabia, as the only Saint of Time unrestricted, able to traverse the universe freely, of course can come here casually to take a look.

Of course, just across the Long River of Time, opening a tunnel to look, definitely not daring to personally descend.

Certainly, he has no physical body theoretically unkillable, who knows what cards the opponent holds?

Not entering is always safest.

At this moment, Atabia is also attempting to communicate, through speech, seeking the real identity of this ’Nokron.’

Now the entire cosmos still has 3% matter.

But it has been reorganized, with mountains and rivers planned out, a brand new tribe, materialized into a region seventy plus times the size of the Galaxy.

"Can you tell me what you plan to do in the future?" Atabia glanced at the flourishing scene around, suddenly asked.

"Of course, to occupy more matter, when enough matter collects, then find ways to seal the phantoms of those saints step by step, like sealing the Light Ancient God."

"Anyway, they don’t have physical bodies in this era, not True People, targeting them slowly, they simply can’t resist."

The ’Nokron’ in front of him made no secret, "I want to dominate this cosmos, then become a True God, I want to become a king, I want to create a truly perfect universe."

"This world has no truly perfect, High-tier Dao does not allow." Atabia slightly frowned, and still couldn’t judge who this person is, but having such dreams, darkening is certain.