Chapter 857: Chapter 799: War of the Multi-dimensional Universe (Double-Length Part 2)

As he finished speaking, a tall young man walked out of the Long River of Time behind him; it was Herodotus.

Herodotus, as the sharp blade among the ancient gods of time used to interfere with the material plane, naturally always followed.

It has always been Atabia who led the charge, paving the way first, because being immortal, he was most suited for the task.

Herodotus, after all, was a living ancient god; if killed, he would die.

The moment Herodotus stepped out, the entire legion present fixed their eyes on him.

"He has a physical form."

"I see, the opponent’s 3% of matter didn’t fully construct the map and left some matter for this man."

"Is he a Tenth-Layer ancient god? Hmm, calculating history, he traversed from 9 billion years ago, that era was just when the first Tenth-Layer ancient gods were emerging, so naturally, he would have cultivated to that level."

"A living being? After all, the Time God is the only god without a concrete form, an illusory god, traveling through timelines repeatedly; to interfere with the material plane, he naturally needs a physical embodiment, a proxy, to help him overturn historical nodes."

"Meaning, killing this guy could actually critically injure the opponent."

"Even if he is an ancient god of time, if he wants to revive him, he can only traverse into the past, but traversing the past will change everything and will require an unknown price of timeline shifting!"

At this moment, nearly everyone was breathing heavily.

The Saint of Time is a phantom, no one can do anything about him, can’t even fight him, they can only steal his material covering.

Every god has a flaw, and this is the flaw of the Time God; when he traverses, he must bring matter.

And the guy in front of them has a physical form, even with a Saint’s black gloves, what about it? It’s only a mere Tenth-Layer ancient god, not a Saint!

A young woman shouted, "King, kill him! Let the Time God have no proxies."

Another man dressed as a monarch emperor also shouted loudly, "We can win, we’re betting everything anyway. There are more benefits now, just kill him! This will lay a larger foundation for us."

An elderly woman, skilled in detection and analysis, shouted, "His aura is precisely of a Tenth-Layer ancient god, possessing Nine-Layer normal authority, plus an estimated introductory authority of time! After all, the opponent isn’t a Saint, so naturally, he can only reach the limit of an ordinary mighty one."

He can be killed.

No matter how you look at it, he can be killed!

The more they thought, the more excited they became.

The opponent’s proxy might already be the pinnacle combat power of the same era, allowing him to conveniently traverse various timelines and interfere with certain historical moments.

But ultimately, he’s an existence of an Ancient God Level, unable to transcend logic.

Hearing those suggestions, the leading Volga, usually calm, was also somewhat tempted, "We can try, probe with attacks, after all, trying has no harm."

"You all are truly bold."

Facing these people’s clamor and noise, Atabia simply said calmly, "A Saint has never truly acted in the cosmos once; are you underestimating the power of a Saint?"

Boom!

Just then, within the tortoise shell that connected the legion, three thousand people had already unleashed a powerful coordinated attack. Massive beams of deadly light completely enveloped Herodotus’ body.

Tremendous giant power, accompanied by the annihilation of matter, revealed manifestations of the Three Thousand Great Path. It was as if winds and rain turned into torrents, the sun rising with glowing rays, thunderbolts blasting the night sky. Countless changes in gravity and magnetic fields turned that area into a veritable purgatory.

"Did he die?"

"He should be dead."

"Such an attack can’t be resisted."

But when the light dissipated, Herodotus still stood in place, clothes unscathed, as if he hadn’t been attacked at all.

Everyone present, looking at Herodotus, seemed as if they had seen a ghost.

Shock, fear, horror—they clearly were of the same grade ancient god, how could he be so outrageous.

Looking at these stunned young heroes, Atabia’s expression remained unchanged as he continued, "Young people, striving for your future and paving a path is understandable, but unfortunately, you don’t know what you’re truly fighting against."

"No, now I know very well what I’m fighting against." Volga’s gaze fell on Imperial General Herodotus, his eyes sharp and clear, as if wanting to thoroughly understand him.

"This guy, is it the Time Immortality Technique?"

"After all, the three primary authorities correspond to three types of immortality respectively, Reincarnation Eternal Life, Dimensional Immortality, and this is the Time Immortality Technique."

"His recent method was akin to a space jump, flashing to another area to dodge the attack, but it should be more appropriately called a time jump, jumping to a few seconds into the future to evade the attack."

Volga’s eyes were silently indifferent:

"The true body anchored in the Long River of Time."

"Time appears continuous to others, but on you, it’s a series of discontinuous points, frame by frame on the timeline, a form of transcendental independent dimensional life."

"One second you die, but what relation does that have with you being alive the next second?"

"So no matter the damage, as long as there’s reliance on the Long River of Time, with time frame life, you are the undying perpetual existence traversing the cosmos."

Volga was indeed the monstrous protagonist of this era; he saw through Herodotus’ essence in just a few glances.

And when the surrounding legion heard this incredible information, their expressions became clear.

This is the Saint utilizing his celestial phenomena divine artifact to bless, even for an ordinary ancient god not having achieved sainthood, possessing the most incredible and mysterious power in the universe!!

Volga turned around and said to everyone:

"Therefore, we cannot win!"

"Even though the opponent stands as a single person, we cannot win."

"We also don’t need to win; secure defense is sufficient, just defending signifies victory."

His tortoise shell wasn’t designed for battle, opting for the ultimate defense, willing to die to secure the material.

As long as there’s wealth, their nation would have the chance to rise, could become prosperous, allowing future generations the possibility of possessing a future.

This was what he, as an elder, could provide; even if it cost his life, he would defend this land.

Volga was incredibly clear-headed and rational; he understood that an era isn’t something an individual can pioneer; one must first lay the groundwork.

"Go on, they can’t kill you."

Atabia said calmly.

Boom!

"Okay." Herodotus facing the large legion’s tortoise shell alone was obviously not practical, but to break the tortoise shell...

It requires finesse!

Break the formation, just break their nodes.

The larger the formation, the more cumbersome it is, the more flaws emerge. Forcing eight hundred thousand ancient gods to string together was an exceedingly challenging problem of the century; this formation was excessively large.

And to monopolize all the matter, the opponent couldn’t allow leaks, had to brace themselves...

So, the opponents, in reality, were initially at a disadvantage.

Just as they said, they wanted to create a miracle with a 0% death rate!

Boom!

In the next moment, Herodotus took action.

As Atabia’s imperial sharp blade, his combat power was undeniably mighty and terrifying.

Even though he seemed like a Tenth-Layer ancient god, he had actually cultivated the Time Diagram to half completion.

In their realm division, he’s Middle Tier Tenth-Layer ancient god.

The two of them, as time series entities, one virtual, one physical, mutually complemented each other’s defects, truly complementing each other.

Herodotus’ gaze continuously scanned, focused and attentive.

While in the higher dimensions, Atabia coldly overlooked the battle, shaking his head,

"If Herodotus doesn’t succeed, he will have to sacrifice himself, delivering the matter to the Emperor to descend."

"The Emperor specializes in martial arts techniques, and even if it’s just a minuscule avatar descending with a fraction of the mighty power from his prime, he’d still find a flaw in the same realm, breaking it with a single point, to shatter this massive, cumbersome matrix."

The vision of a Saint is immensely terrifying; even when reduced to an ordinary ancient god realm akin to yours, the previous cultivation and insight remain intact!

Thus, monopolizing 3% of the matter to prevent a Saint’s descent was flawed from the start.

From the beginning, he left matter for Herodotus to prevent an ambush.

If necessary, it’s entirely possible for Herodotus to commit suicide, to welcome the era’s Saint descent using the preserved matter.

Yet he was unwilling to seek help from those few Saints.

Like Elis, it was a matter of pride.

Being a dignified Supreme God, unable to resolve even a group of mortals, being ambushed once, with all the opponent’s maneuvers forcing such circumstances.... Ultimately needing help from other Celestial Venerables would be too disgraceful.