Chapter 862: Chapter 804: The Terrifying Future Timeline—A Corrupted Saint?

Compared to protagonists from other timelines who resist the era, Atabia quite dislikes this Volga.

A thorny turtle, disgusting to everyone.

Moreover, since the opponent does not follow the path here, it falls to him alone to deal with him, which leaves Atabia speechless.

You should go over there and find trouble with those three Saints for me!

The Saints cooperate through division of labor, and he is merely the pioneering guide.

In this situation, he needs to lead the way and also fight, busying himself with everything while those three behind him remain idle.

And this turtle shell that doesn’t come along is the culprit behind his overtime.

"This time’s Volga should not have any changes, right?"

At this moment, Herodotus thought for a while and said:

"After all, when we previously traveled back to the present world, none of the future technology was spread back, so the historical trajectory hasn’t changed relatively."

Perhaps the faces of the 800,000 legionnaires have mostly changed, things are not as they were, but Volga’s approach should be identical.

Just fighting once more according to the previous method will suffice.

And Herodotus does not find repeating the process troublesome.

He even wished to fight with that guy again, since the previous bout was restrained.

Furthermore, he even listened to Minis’s words, letting Minis fight, which immediately resulted in failure!

Herodotus silently thought to himself: "This time, I will not believe in Minis. I will fight the entire battle myself. I have the Time Immortality Technique; they cannot kill me. As long as I slowly wear them down, I still have a chance to break their formation."

As a general of the Time Empire, not winning is a disgrace.

Though the opponent set a trap specifically targeting his time power, leaving him restrained.

With a swish.

As they touched down, the Gate of Time was about to open.

Atabia leapt from the water like a fish, gradually walking ashore and gazing at this cosmic era.

...

...

Year 20003 of the Solar Calendar.

In the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms, before a remote world.

A tall and majestic Emperor in a robe stood before the glass of this world, silently overlooking the miniature city-state kingdom within. Above the city-state, various goblin airships, Flying Dragons, Magic Carriages were flying.

"This is the Northern Lands."

"According to ancient historical records, in the year 15003 of the Celestial Calendar, three years after the universal celebration, which is ninety billion years ago, a mysterious team appeared in the Northern Lands, secretly visiting everywhere, searching for a man named Volga."

"They are seeking me in history."

Volga laughed and turned to his subordinates behind him, saying, "Unfortunately, I was not born in the Northern Lands, so my rebellion against their history was not altered."

"Yes."

The subordinate showed an admiring expression:

"You were born in the southern heavens of the cosmos but always hid your background deliberately, because you knew those who traveled through time are great prophets and will return to the past... You must never let them predict your birthplace, so you intentionally and repeatedly emphasized the title of King of the Northern Lands."

"In the past, they also failed to capture your juvenile period and carry out a beheading plan. Now, under your command, we have a second chance."

The surrounding subordinates looked fervent.

The king before them was the strongest warrior in all extremes of the Northern Heavens, the most dazzling new star in the cosmos over the past ninety billion years, the greatest Sage, his chivalry and grandeur the first in cosmic history.

He never sacrifices friends, never sacrifices soldiers.

His irrationality makes many criticize him, that success cannot be achieved by ignoring minor details, that sacrifices are necessary.

Yet it is precisely this irrationality, this intense charisma that draws more people willing to live and die alongside him, forming the largest 800,000 Tenth-Layer Ancient God Legion in history.

Some have said Volga’s greatest talent is not talent at all, but his charismatic personality that causes everyone to follow him.

Volga suddenly shook his head, speaking softly: "I have a second chance, but my subordinates do not. As long as the Saints don’t capture me, no matter the timeline, I am destined to rise, but what about you all?"

"Perhaps you 800,000 legionnaires under the butterfly effect have already changed, things are not as they were."

"Those meant to rise might not rise; those not meant to rise perhaps have risen."

Time, ultimately, has been altered.

He sighed quietly.

He never wished to let his subordinates sacrifice, yet in some unknown timeline, he feared...

He has already lost once, annihilating a future.

And now, if he loses again,

"They fear me, meaning that my current defensive formation has caused them considerable trouble in another future."

Though Volga has not experienced another timeline, he analyzed: "But it must be lost because I did not succeed in securing matter, otherwise I wouldn’t be here now."

Beside him, a subordinate couldn’t help but speak: "Then why doesn’t Your Majesty change your approach, and instead choose to use this method?"

"These futures are my choice. Even if I fail, I am willing to accept it." Volga merely shook his head, smiling, "I can’t bear to let you all die. I’d rather stay here and fight once more."

He looked up at the long river of time in the sky, vaguely forming a whirlpool, some unimaginable existence ready to descend here.

"These people must not die here again." But his expression was dazed as he looked at the army below with its overwhelming warfires, countless youthful and resolute faces, they too have their families, friends...

With a swish.

Time rippled, the whole cosmos like overturning an oil lamp in a dim room, a gust swept through, flickering, and in the instant before the Saint of Time completely descended, he suddenly remembered the past.

Eighty billion years ago.

One of Volga’s avatars accepted an invitation to visit certain heavens, meeting a mysterious figure, the figure genderless, the face unseen, hidden in darkness.

"A sneaky fellow."

Volga said, "Which Saint are you, or perhaps the greatest hidden scandal of the universe sealed upon the Sun? Have you successfully smuggled an avatar? Like the ten Golden Crows in history?"

The figure merely laughed,

"You are merely dual-powered, possessing authority over space, life, but not the qualification of time, so you crafted that turtle formation diagram."

The figure’s voice was extremely hoarse, "Yet with only two major qualifications, the waves you cause are far greater than the Saint Master with three qualifications."

Volga remained calm: "Because having more qualifications disperses energy, leading to slower ascent, they were stifled early on, and I rose after them, not surpassing them, but due to specialized cultivation, leading me to be stronger than in history, this is caused by the era."

The figure also laughed, showing some appreciation, the voice like self-mutter:

"Every true Emperor with the qualification of life reaching Perfection secretly embodies the glory of life in their character, never straying from this framework."

"Emperor Elis represents humanity’s madness, so she seeks to overthrow evil."

"Emperor Star Lord represents the bloodthirstiness in humanity, so amidst death, he blooms flowers, roaring as life authority breaks cosmos’s bottleneck shackles."

"Emperor Eliminate Traces represents humanity’s sacrifice, so he sacrifices for the common folk, dauntless of death, changing the world, no battle without bloodshed, starting from him."

The figure whispered lowly, finally settling his eyes on the iron-mountain-like, stately man: "And you, represent the benevolence deep within humanity."

"A sturdy shield, protecting your people, to kill them one must step over your corpse."

The figure couldn’t help but emit a low laugh, "Emperors... you chose life, and life chose you."

All authority mutually chooses, requiring serendipity amidst the unknown to comprehend this aspect of Law.

Spatial dimensions need skill the most, thus chosen by the most skillful Martial Arts Celestial Emperor.

Long River of Time forms due to the Atabia Dynasty, Sicily Dynasty, encountering time paradoxes, where two Emperors past and present intersect, creating that master of timelines.

Everything has a predetermined nature in destiny.

Upon hearing these words, Volga remained silent, quietly observing this mysterious guest.

"I’ll straightforwardly explain my purpose." That deep voice carried a smile, "If you can let them not die, so this future truly lives, what are you willing to give?"

"I am willing to give my all."

He softly answered.

Suddenly, Volga’s vision blurred abruptly, his memories returned to the present, gazing at the sky’s imminent rupturing cracks, around him those young, passionate steadfast faces, each ready and eager.

He, the King of the Northern Lands, seated on his throne, looked to his sides at the densely packed Ancient Gods poised long ago.

"Finally, the destined day has come again..."