My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 448 - 434 Plotting

Hearing these words, Atabia couldn't help but nod.

He really didn't guess wrong.

This land's Crystal Wall is quite primitive, seriously degraded, and shabby, thus attempting to find a new Ancient God to govern this region.

In his eyes, this Crystal Wall is like primitive mud-brick rooms, all brick walls, uncoated with cement or putty, no flooring.

And he is now the remodeling architect, considering what unique wall shapes to design, hollow window patterns? Sun and moon convergences? Multi-layer partitions? A thousand-tiered cake?

All these need study to determine the limits of authority modifications.

"Divine Country... quite a fascinating Crystal Series Universe, but it seems to have infinite possibilities." Atabia kept pondering, finding these crystal-clear worlds captivating.

At this moment, Nokron, seated on a chair, interrupted their pleasant fantasy:

"Don't get too proud. You three are only temporary holders of authority because the higher-ups deemed the death rate of this trial too high and temporarily decided to delegate the seats to you."

"Normally, there's only one Ancient God seat for the winner, but now all three of you have gotten three seats. Do you feel you've benefited?"

"Sorry, there's no such good fortune in this world."

"Ahead lies an exceptionally cruel trial, you're merely cannon fodder sent to probe, to scout out what the Light Ancient God inside is really doing, a small vanguard."

The three people before Nokron turned serious instantly.

It was as if Nokron before them was a stern officer, and the three of them were recruits about to be sent to the battlefield.

They are about to undertake a life-threatening infiltration mission.

The things they obtained are obviously excessive, which means they have to pay a bigger price, making this expedition even more dangerous.

"After this battle, those who survive and return to this land will genuinely receive the prizes only accessible in a regular competition, the Ancient God seat for this region."

"What, regretting it? Initially, by just attending the regular competition, you faced almost no threat to your lives, and would successfully take charge of this region, becoming part of our Thunderbolt Divine Series."

Nokron's gaze was sharp:

"Of course, now if you can achieve greater heights, you almost have a direct path to the higher-ups, crossing ranks to become a player, joining the supreme beings."

Nokron's lips curled slightly in a faint smile and spoke:

"To put it nicely, you hardly ever have a chance to cross ranks generally, but if you encounter a good opportunity this time, when you return, even the Thunderbolt Ancient God's seat could greet you with respect."

Meanwhile, Nokron waved his hand, letting them go outside by themselves.

The Ancient God authority seat for this region clearly had only one, but the three before them all gained the ability to control this region.

This land also welcomed a temporary joint rule by three Ancient Gods.

But this also made one thing clear.

This will become a front-line bridgehead, allowing them to prepare various equipment, support, training, and plans, before heading to the battlefield.

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Out of this being's judgment room, the three before them remained in an invincible untouchable state, walking side by side as shadows that even penetrated each other.

No one could touch the other yet.

"Madman."

Professor Wales uttered breathlessly, "This damn fight, insisting on dragging me in, with us three needlessly eliminating two, wouldn't it be better? Just attending the Thunderbolt Divine Series advancement match, it's legit selection, losers won't die, yet chose to face the organizers and get involved in such a mess!"

He felt very uncomfortable.

This Black Star troubled him, the Thorny Celestial Path troubled him, Wadon wasn't too troublesome, but all the way down, it was just one disaster after another, cleaning up after them, clearing the aftermath, holding back.

And now it's even worse.

He just wanted a proper advancement match, and now? Being stopped for no reason, heading to an even broader dangerous area, continuing to obtain corresponding assessment evaluations?

He originally wanted to straightforwardly rise through the ranks.

For someone like him, adept at research and not fond of fighting, being a clerk in the back was the best.

On the front lines of all heavens cosmos, where the Crystal Wall Divine Series meets, it's certainly a battlefield of various top civilizations with heaven-shattering clashes...

This isn't the vast and empty Planet Universe!

Where everyone never crosses paths, with endless, desolate, empty, deep and dark, as synonyms.

But here, it's densely connected super civilization worlds, with such density, such depth of connections, bound to erupt into various Divine Country wars.

Not to mention an obvious special exploration mission in an unusual area awaits. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"You guys know?" Professor Wales suddenly said: "In some low-level civilizations, there are recruitment advertisements seemingly lucrative, even offering rewards upfront, which are actually traps to lure you over and take away your body tissues."

"I know about this." The Emperor responded coldly, rarely replying, after all, on the Martial Path Continent, similar incidents occur, deceiving Martial Artists over, and actually taking the Martial Arts Secret Manuals from your body.

Wales is a sensitive person: "You covet their money; they covet your life."

Unexpectedly, he guessed it exactly right.

Giving you the so-called three seat authorities, appearing as a free benefit, is actually coveting your life.

However, Professor Wales thought learning now is not too late, while in fact, it's already too late.

"I think it's great." The Emperor nodded, caressing the Crystal Wall, "But I seem to be not adept at studying this world's transformation, I'll leave it to you."

"I also think it's good." Atabia apparently had no intention of getting entangled with them, coldly turned away, "Getting entangled in pointless interactions with you, unable to touch, scheming… Fighting is too drawn out."

"Don't follow me anymore."

"Our battle is already over."

Watching Atabia's receding figure, Wales deeply sighed.

"He just finds us bothersome, clearly untouchable level of fighting is like this, everyone high above, overlooking myriad civilizations, majestic beings unable to mutually attack, striking first is at a disadvantage, then using various pawns to compete, contending for authorities in the worlds of all heavens."

Professor Wales felt speechless.

He yet didn't go to the toilet, keeps following around, now even embarrassed?

They mutually rule, observe one another, strategize.

This high and mighty battle is elegant.

But now, Atabia indeed left them, and he had no reason to continue trailing him.

"He is tranquil now, I'm too lazy to watch him anymore."

The old man clearly appeared somewhat speechless, turned his head and didn't go alongside Atabia, "I might not want to act with him either, come on, let's study the structure of the Crystal Wall and take charge of the Ancient God seat."

"Let's take a break and prepare for a while, I'll take you to see that ruin."

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