Chapter 855: Chapter 798: Matter Plundering, Forced Assassination

Cracks split open the sky, a vortex was gestating.

Whoosh.

Countless vast armies stepped out into the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms under every kind of identity. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Some were Holy Masters of Great Sects, some were Mortal scholars, some were butchers on the street.

The All Heavens and Myriads of Realms were like a deep pond, hiding all kinds of unfathomable Heroes, coming from different identities, hiding their names, lying dormant for endless ages, until this very day.

"Your Majesty, time is so tight, are you confident?" The woman grew incomparably nervous; this Monarch who had been lurking in the dark, his choice would decide the lives of everyone.

They were going to kill a Saint!

Not the kind where you whack him once and run.

How bold that was, how arrogant, it was practically the craziest act in the history of the Cosmos.

"I have a 100% chance to defeat him, and a 0% chance to kill him."

The man murmured gently.

"We can’t kill him, because He already isn’t a living being."

"That’s not a person at all; He is already a Giant Beast living on the Long River of Time, a marine creature that lives in the Past, the present, and the future... We people on the shore and Him are two different worlds, our dimensional Space-Time is different; you can’t kill Him."

He slowly turned his head. "To kill Him, there is only one way: on the Long River of Time, another Giant Beast that exists Eternally on the Long River of Time must appear."

"Two Giant Beasts, on the Long River of Time, turning rivers and seas upside down, battling in the depths, fighting to the death."

The man’s gaze lowered.

The four Celestial Venerables were practically immortal.

Each of them mastered their own independent Authorities, and other Authorities of different types, Domains entirely different; basically no one else could kill them.

There was only one way to kill them.

Same-type slaughter.

Seize the other party’s Authority ratio, steal the seat they occupied in the Cosmos.

Crack!

Huge waves suddenly rose in the sky.

"He’s here!" The man suddenly burst into mad laughter. "At last we’ve come to this moment. I have to welcome him properly according to the rules of our two seniors; rules can’t be messed up, we must follow the ancestral precepts—smash him with a big stick the moment he descends!"

"Yes!"

"Give him a whack!"

"Hahahahaha! This is the most expensive whack in the Cosmos, we’ve prepared for a full nine billion years!"

"Hahaha, clobber a Saint with one stick!"

"Even if we die, it’s worth it!"

"Well done."

Countless people laughed boldly.

Whooosh.

Atabia leapt into the Long River of Time.

He was like a fish swimming in time, leisurely swaying his tail, drifting downstream, wandering among countless illusory shadows of history, and finally, at the river’s node five thousand years later, he climbed ashore.

Dripping wet, he had just stepped onto the shore, torn open the Cosmos, and walked into it, when a sap-stuffing blow suddenly came from the side.

Thud!!

"Damn it, I’m really sick of this." Atabia’s head spun for a moment.

As the weakest in frontal Combat Power among the Supreme Gods, even with the other side gathering countless billions of years of preparation and arranging the strongest Ancient God ambush, they could at most make him a bit dizzy the instant he landed.

Because after he attained the Dao, his material structure had completely disappeared; he was already a conceptual existence. There was almost nothing that could kill him.

But taking too many sap-stuffing blows was still unbearable!

Yet this time was obviously different.

Those people didn’t use the moment of his dizziness to clamber across the Cosmos along with him, but silently surrounded him.

His 3% materialized map, several million Ancient Gods, heads packed densely together, tightly encircled him at the center.

"Oh, you seem to be trying some new tricks."

Atabia frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the beings around him.

One after another, young Tenth-Layer Ancient Gods were encircling him like a solemn army, brimming with a kind of fanatical yet iron-blooded power.

"I am the ruler of the Endless Snowy Divine Domain, the secret king of the Northern Universe’s All Heavens, Volga."

At their head was a tall, mighty man, who shook his head and sighed:

"To abandon my friends, with only a few going to the future—I can’t do it. I’d rather join hands to keep you here!"

Atabia was slightly surprised.

Looks like he had traveled into an extraordinary future; all the welcome gadgets he had kindly prepared, the Eye of Truth, various defensive towers, were all useless—these people just refused to come knocking on his door?

Such enormous guts, such rampant rebels—they actually wanted to assassinate him, a Supreme Saint of the Cosmos.

This should have been the ultimate future paved out by generations of Heroes braving death over and over, and yet the other side had only just begun, equivalent to just hitting level 10, without going through generations of leveling up, and they were already yelling to fight the max-level boss right in the Newbie Village?

The other Transmigrators all worked through indirect scheming, hiding and farming in the shadows, avoiding frontal fights, pulling a "surround the cities from the countryside." This one was so straightforward; in all his years of travelling, Atabia had never seen the like.

"What are you thinking?" Atabia laughed. "With just these small fry? Tenth-Layer Ancient Gods? Just-initiated Authorities? Compared to complete Authorities, the gap is even bigger than the Realm between an ordinary Mortal and a Ninth Layer Ancient God."

"There is a chance."

Volga sighed softly. "On the surface it does seem impossible. After all, only the Ancient God of Time is unique on the multiversal timelines, while the other three Ancient Gods exist simultaneously in every era."

"How can we encircle and kill? If we dare strike at such an existence, how could the three Celestial Venerables of this era possibly sit and watch?"

"We’d be facing the combined strikes of all Celestial Venerables at once; these acts that profane Saints would surely bear the wrath of all Saints."

"But they’re not coming."

Volga raised his head to look at the Celestial Realm, that dwelling place of the Saints, where Immortal Qi faintly coiled and the High-tier Dao flourished. "In this era, they are not in material form, are they?"

"So that’s it... So that’s how it is..." Atabia instantly grasped the other side’s plan.

The other three Celestial Venerables of this era were all mere phantoms.

As long as they couldn’t be concretized into material form, they couldn’t come to his aid.

And now, the other side had stuffed this place full of people, completely occupying the 3% of Matter he carried over.

The slots were full; the Saints outside were all void, unable to manifest...

To encircle and slay this Ancient God of Time whose frontal Combat Power was the weakest was not impossible!

"You deliberately used a massive army to fill up the 3% Matter I brought with me." Atabia swept his gaze around and chuckled. "Nice plan, but did you ever think that if I just kill a few hundred Ancient Gods, that Matter is freed, and the Saints will seize the chance to snatch some of it and gain material form?"

"Even if I kill just one of them."

"Some of the current Matter will leak out; the Saints waiting outside will instantly seize that free Matter and descend with slivers of avatars."

"And even a sliver of an Ancient God avatar from them is invincible at the same level. With massive slaughter, the Matter will gradually flow back; they will grow rapidly stronger, and you will surely die."

In an instant Atabia had analyzed the entire process of their plan.

It was a mad idea.

Only lunatics like these before him could come up with such a killing game.

"Yes, which is why I must achieve one thing: not a single Ancient God here is allowed to die. With a 0% mortality rate, we have to take this battle."

"This is a do-or-die gamble; this assassination, accumulated for so long, must be won."

"I will never voluntarily abandon any brother—either we all die together, or we all live together!"

Volga’s body swelled madly, endless mighty power rapidly surging up, turning him into a Giant that blotted out the sky, and with one fist smashing down, his wild laughter echoed through the Cosmos and the Celestial Vaulting. "This is the destiny duel that decides the future; all our efforts are cashed in today. Killing a Saint—right here, right now."

Crack!

A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the Cosmos, illuminating all the roaring Heroes of every era present.