Compared to the protagonists of the Era Resistance in other timelines, Artabia really hates this Volga.
Spiny turtles disgust everyone.
Furthermore, if the other party didn't come along the passage, it would be his turn to deal with him alone, which left Atabibia speechless.
You should go over and give me trouble with the three saints!
The saints divide their labor and cooperate, and they are just the pioneers who lead the way.
Now in this situation, he has to lead the way and fight again. He has to do everything by himself, leaving only the three people behind him.
And this turtle shell that couldn't get over was the culprit of 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, when I traveled back to the present world, no future technology was spread back, and the historical trajectory remained relatively unchanged."
Maybe the faces of the 800,000 legions have basically changed, things have changed and people have changed, but Volga's approach should be exactly the same.
Just follow the same path again and you'll be fine.
And Herodotus didn't think it would be troublesome to do it again.
He even wanted to fight that guy again, but he was helpless in the previous fight.
He even listened to Minnis and let Minnis go to fight, but he ended up getting cold!
Herodotus secretly said in his heart: "This time, I don't believe in Minnis. I fought the whole process by myself. I have the time immortality method. They can't kill me. As long as I grind with them slowly and slowly break their formation, it will still be better."
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 trap to specifically target his power of time, leaving him tied up.
There was a crash.
As they land, the door of time is about to open.
Atabibia jumped out of the water like a swimming fish, gradually walked to the shore, and looked at this cosmic era.
...
...
Solar calendar year.
Before a remote world in the universe.
A majestic and tall emperor in robes stayed in front of the glass of this world, silently overlooking the miniature city-state kingdom. Above the city-state, there were various goblin airships, flying dragons, and magic carriages flying.
"This is Northland."
"According to ancient historical records, three years after the universal celebration in the heavenly calendar year, that is, nine billion years ago, a mysterious team appeared in the North Land, secretly traveling around 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 from the beginning, so my history of resisting them has not been changed."
"Yes."
The subordinates showed admiration in their eyes:
"You were born in the southern heavens of the universe, but you hid your life experience from the beginning and deliberately misled you because you knew that those beings who traveled through time were great prophets and would go back to the past... You must not be predicted by them.
The position of his birth, so you deliberately emphasized the name of the King of the North many times."
"In the past, they did not catch you in your infancy and carried out a beheading plan. Now, under your leadership, we have a second chance."
The surrounding subordinates looked enthusiastic.
The king in front of them is the strongest warrior in the extreme heavens of their northern land, the most dazzling new star in the universe in the past nine billion years, and the greatest sage. His chivalry and heroism are the first in the history of the entire universe.
He never sacrificed friends, never sacrificed soldiers.
Many people criticized him for his irrationality, saying that those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters and must make necessary sacrifices.
But it is precisely this irrationality and that strong charm that makes more and more people willing to live and die with him, forming the largest army of eight hundred thousand ten-level ancient gods in history.
Someone has said that Volga's strongest talent is not his talent, but his personality charm that makes everyone follow him.
Volga suddenly shook his head and said calmly: "I have a second chance, but the strong men under my command do not. As long as I am not caught by the saint, I will rise no matter what the timeline is, but what about you?"
"Perhaps you, the 800,000-strong legion, have changed a lot of faces due to the butterfly effect. Things have changed and people have changed."
"Things that should rise did not rise, and those that shouldn't rise may have risen."
Time has finally been changed.
He sighed softly.
He was never willing to let his subordinates sacrifice, but in an unknown timeline, I'm afraid...
He has already lost once and destroyed a future.
And now, if he still 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 did not succeed in getting the material, otherwise I would not be here now."
The subordinate next to him couldn't help but said: "Then Your Majesty, why don't you change your method or choose to use this method?"
"These futures are my choices. Even if I fail, I am willing to accept them." Volga just smiled and shook his head, "I am reluctant to let you die. I would rather stay here and fight again."
He looked up at the long river of time in the sky, vaguely forming a whirlpool, and some incredible existence was about to arrive here.
"These people can never die here again." But he looked vaguely, looking at the raging war in the army below, countless young and determined faces, they also had their families and friends...
There was a crash.
Time rolled up in ripples, and the entire universe seemed to have knocked over an oil lamp in a dark room. A strong wind blew by, flickering in and out. The moment before the Saint of Time finally arrived, he suddenly remembered the past.
Eight billion years ago.
A clone of Volga was invited to a place in the sky and met a mysterious figure. The figure was male and female, and his face could not be seen clearly, and he was hidden in the darkness.
"The guy who hides his head but shows his tail."
Volga said: "Which saint are you, or are you the biggest shady story in the history of the universe that is sealed on the sun? Have you successfully smuggled out your clone again? Like the ten Golden Crows in history?"
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"You are just two persons in one, with only space and the power of life, but no qualifications of time, so you created that turtle formation."
The figure's voice was extremely hoarse, "And you, who only have two qualifications, have caused far greater waves than the Saint Master who has three qualifications."
Volga was very calm: "Because he had many qualifications and his energy was shared, he rose slowly. He was killed at the beginning. However, when I rose in the era after him, I was not as good as him. On the contrary, because I specialized in practice, I was better than him in history."
The strength is caused by the times."
The figure also laughed, showing a somewhat appreciative look, and his voice seemed to be talking to himself:
"Any real human emperor who truly has the qualifications for life and can reach perfection will have the brilliance of life in his personality, and history will never deviate from this framework."
"The First Generation Human Emperor Yin Lisi represents the madness of human nature, so she wants to overthrow evil."
"The Emperor Star Lord of the generation represents the passionate blood in human nature, so he blooms flowers in death, and roars to let the power of life break through the bottleneck of the universe."
"The disappearance of a generation of human emperors represents sacrifice in human nature. Therefore, he sacrificed his life for the common people and fought without risking his own life. The world has changed and there is no bloodless battle, so it starts with him."
The figure murmured, and his eyes finally fell on the man who was as majestic as an iron mountain: "And you represent the kindness deep in human nature."
"A strong shield protects my people. If I want to kill them, I must step on your bones."
The figure couldn't help but let out a low laugh, "Human Emperors... you chose life, and life chose you."
All powers are mutually selected, and it takes some chance to realize the laws in this regard.
The dimension of space requires the most skill and exquisiteness, so I chose the martial arts emperor with the most amazing skills.
The passage of time is due to the time paradox that occurred in the Attabia dynasty and the Sicilian dynasty. The two emperors from the past and present overlapped, and the man who controlled the timeline was formed.
Everything has a certain destiny.
When Volga heard this, he just remained silent for a long time and looked at this mysterious visitor quietly.
"I'll just briefly explain my purpose." The deep voice said with a smile, "If you can make them immortal and let you, the future, truly live, what are you willing to pay?"
"I'm willing to give everything I have."
He answered in a low voice.
Suddenly, Volga's eyes flashed, and his memory returned to his eyes. He looked at the cracks that were about to tear apart in the sky, surrounded by the resolute faces of those young and passionate people, each of whom was eager to try.
He, the king of the North, was sitting on his throne, looking at the densely packed ancient gods on the left and right who had been respected for a long time.
