my universe in a bottle.

Compared with the protagonists of the time struggle in other timelines, Atabia hates Volga quite a lot.

Spiny turtles are disgusting to everyone.

Furthermore, if the other party didn't come along the passage, it was his turn to deal with him alone, which made Artabia very speechless.

You should go over and trouble me with the three saints!

The sages divide labor and cooperate, and they are just a pioneer leading the way.

Now in this situation, he has to lead the way and fight again, and he has to do everything by himself, leaving the three people behind to be salted fish.

And this tortoise shell that couldn't come over was the culprit behind his overtime work.

"There shouldn't be any changes in Volga this time, right?"

At this time, Herodotus thought for a while and said:
"After all, before traveling back to the present world, no future technology has been transmitted back, and the historical trajectory is relatively unchanged."

Perhaps the face of the 80 Legion has basically changed, and things are different, but the number of Volga should be exactly the same.

Just hit it the same way as before.

And Herodotus didn't find it troublesome to do it again.

He even wanted to fight that guy again, the previous wave was tied up.

He even listened to Minnis's words and let Minnis go to fight, but he was cold when he came up!
Herodotus secretly said in his heart: "This time, I don't believe in Minis anymore. I fight the whole way by myself. I have time immortality. They can't kill me. As long as I grind with them slowly and slowly break their formation, I will still be able to kill me." There is a chance."

As a general of the Time Empire, it is a shame not to win.

Although the other party set up a bureau specifically targeting his power of time, he was restrained.

A clatter.

As they land, the gate of time is about to open.

Atabia jumped out of the water like a fish, and gradually walked to the shore, looking at this cosmic era.

The solar calendar is 20003 years.

The heavens and the world, before a remote world.

A majestic and tall emperor in robes stood in front of the glass of this world, silently overlooking the miniature city-state kingdom within it. Above the city-state, there were various goblin airships, flying dragons, and magic carriages flying.

"This is Northland."

"According to the ancient history, in the year 15003 of the heavenly calendar, three years after the Universal Celebration, that is, 90 billion years ago, a mysterious team appeared in the Northland, secretly visiting everywhere, looking for a man named Volga."

"They're looking for me in history."

Volga laughed, turned around and said to the subordinates behind him: "Unfortunately, I was not born in the Northland in the first place, so my history of rebelling against them has not been changed."

"Yes."

The subordinates showed adoring eyes:
"You were born in the southern heavens of the universe, but you hid your origin from the very beginning and deliberately misled you, because you know that those who travel through are big prophets and will return to the past. You must not be predicted by them to be born. , Therefore, you have repeatedly emphasized that the name of the king of the Northland is taboo."

"In the past, they didn't catch your childhood and carried out the beheading plan. Now, under your leadership, we have a second chance."

The surrounding subordinates looked fanatical.

The king in front of him is the strongest warrior of the extreme heavens in the northern land, the most dazzling new star and the greatest sage in the past 90 billion years in the universe. His chivalry and heroism are No. 1 in the history of the entire universe.

He never sacrificed a friend, never sacrificed a soldier.

His irrationality has been criticized by many others. Those who achieve major events do not care about trivial matters and have to make necessary sacrifices.

But it is also this kind of irrationality and that kind of strong charm that makes more and more people willing to live and die with him, forming the largest 80 ancient god army in history.

Some people have said that Volga's strongest talent is not talent, but his personality charm that makes everyone follow him.

Volga shook his head suddenly, and said lightly: "I have a second chance, but the strong men under my command don't. As long as I am not caught by the saint, no matter what the timeline is, I will surely rise, but what about you?"

"Perhaps, under the butterfly effect, your 80 legions have changed a lot of faces, and things are different."

"Those who should have risen have not risen, and those who should not have risen may have risen."

Time, after all, has been changed.

He sighed softly.

He has never been willing to let his subordinates sacrifice, but in an unknown timeline, I am afraid that he has already...
He has already lost once, destroying a future.

And now, if he loses again,
"They are afraid of me. In other words, my current defensive formation will cause them a certain degree of trouble in another future."

Although Volga has never experienced another timeline, he still analyzed: "However, I must have lost, because I failed to obtain the material, otherwise I would not appear here now."

The subordinate next to him couldn't help but said: "Then your majesty, why didn't you change your method, or choose to use this method?"

"These futures are my choice. Even if I fail, I am willing to accept him." Volga just smiled and shook his head. "I am reluctant to let you die. I would rather stay here and fight again."

When he looked up at the long river of time in the sky, a vortex was vaguely formed, and some kind of incredible existence was about to come here.

"These people must never die here again." But he was in a trance, looking at the monstrous battle in the army below, countless young and resolute faces, they also had their families and friends
A clatter.

Time rippled, and the entire universe seemed to knock over an oil lamp in a dark room. A gust of wind blew by, flickering, and just before the time sage completely descended, he suddenly remembered the past.

80 billion years ago.

A clone of Volga was invited to a place of the heavens, and met a mysterious figure, who was neither male nor female, whose face could not be seen clearly, and was hidden in the darkness.

"The guy who hides his head and shows his tail."

Volga said: "Which saint are you, or is it the biggest shady scene in the history of the universe that was banned on the sun? You successfully smuggled the clone again? Like the ten golden crows in history?"

The figure just smiled,

"You are just two in one, you only have the power of space and life, and you don't have the qualification of time, so you created the turtle formation."

The figure's voice was extremely hoarse, "And you, who only have two major aptitudes, caused a much larger storm than that saint master with three major aptitudes."

Volga is very calm: "Because of a lot of aptitude, energy is shared, so the rise is slow, he was strangled from the beginning, and I rose in the era after him, not as good as him, but because of my specialization in practice, I was better than him in history. Strong, this is caused by the times."

The figure also laughed, showing a look of admiration, and the voice seemed to be talking to himself:

"Any true emperor who has the aptitude for life and can reach consummation has a personality that coincides with the brilliance of life, and history will never depart from this framework."

"A generation of emperor Elise represents the madness of human nature, so she wants to overthrow evil."

"A generation of Emperor Star Lord represents the blood of human nature, so he bloomed flowers in death, and let the power of life break through the bottleneck and shackles of the universe while roaring."

"The disappearance of a generation of emperors represents the sacrifice of human nature. Therefore, he sacrificed for the common people, risking death, and the world changed. There is no battle without bloodshed, so it started with him."

The figure whispered, and his eyes finally fell on the majestic man like an iron mountain: "And you represent the benevolence deep in human nature."

"A strong shield, to protect your own people. If you want to kill them, you must step on your bones."

The figure couldn't help but let out a low laugh, "Human Sovereigns. You chose life, and life chose you."

All powers are mutually chosen, and it takes some hidden chance to realize the laws of this aspect.

The spatial dimension requires the most skills and is exquisite, so I chose the martial arts emperor with the most amazing skills.

The long river of time is because of the time paradox in the Atabia dynasty and the Sicilian dynasty. The two past and present emperors overlapped to form the man who mastered the timeline.

Everything has a definite number somewhere.

Upon hearing this, Volga was silent for a long time, quietly watching this mysterious visitor.

"I'll simply explain my reason for coming." The deep voice was filled with a smile, "If you can keep them alive and keep your future alive, what are you willing to give?"

"I'm willing to give my all."

He answered in a low voice.

All of a sudden, Volga's eyes flickered, and his memory returned to his eyes, looking at the cracks in the sky that were about to be torn apart, surrounded by those young, passionate and resolute faces, each one eager to try.

He, the King of the North Land, sat on his throne, looking at the dense crowd of ancient gods on the left and right.

"Finally, it's the day of destiny again."