My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 676 - 623: Era and Future

The technological gods of history, each of them is close to or comparable with the likes of Bai Suo and the Dark Fan Divine King of today.

Although what stands before them is merely a resurgence of a wisp of their will, not their full glory, such a terrifying number still possesses the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

"Another challenge, is it?"

"Have you guys messed around with some evil biological laboratory again, releasing monsters?"

For a moment, the immense historical technological gods began adapting to the current world's power and attempted from all angles to annihilate this evil Nokron.

Horrifying tremors swept through everything, with vast amounts of flesh and blood splattering out. Some historical heroes did not have time to adapt to this era, without unleashing even a tenth of their strength, were forced onto the battlefield, and soon met their demise.

No consideration for cost, no regard for sacrifice, no care for expense.

These supreme beings of history know better than anyone that their true selves are already dead. Now, burning out this last remnant of their will is the final thing they can do.

"Hahaha! Interesting, so very interesting."

"This era has turned into such a state, technology is gone, the extraordinary rises, and flesh and blood dominate arrogantly!"

Amidst loud and hearty laughter, they began charging continuously.

Meanwhile, some sages, scientists who are not adept at combat, started to hide at the rear, watching those rushing in like moths to the flame, buying time while beginning their analysis.

"This terrifying monster is becoming complete, Nokron? Fist? Dream Garment, along with what love and hatred?"

"The fact that we have been awoken now is a substantial aid in defeating him but may also fatten him up because our understanding of the blueprint of the Three Thousand Great Path far surpasses the average person. He is absorbing our various skills and applications, integrating them seamlessly."

The path of the opponent is to merge into the 0-level Ancient Material God of the Three Thousand Great Path.

And the existence of people like them is equivalent to aiding the opponent's fusion; the monster Nokron is growing stronger at an even faster pace.

"What about his consciousness?" At this point, a scientist spoke, his expression grave.

"He appears to have a clear individual consciousness, but in reality, he does not."

An alien scientist, with wriggling spiky fur, said flatly, "Why does he seem reasonable and logically clear?"

"The reason is simple, to put it plainly, approximately every ten seconds, a new consciousness is born, then drowned alive."

"The Nokron we saw ten seconds ago was another one of him."

"At the same time, this creature is too powerful. As soon as it gives birth to wisdom, it immediately reads the previous memory, learning various knowledge through the Three Thousand Great Path within 0.001 seconds, reaching near-omniscient levels. Each new him is born with knowledge, hence we always thought it was the same evil consciousness."

Their analysis was indeed brilliant.

Li Qing knew better than anyone that the current Nokron indeed died once every ten seconds, then was reborn, a rapid cycle of life and death.

And what Li Qing did was simply to take advantage of the ten-second interval to replace a new consciousness and temporarily take control of the body.

But within ten seconds, he had to escape immediately to let the next new consciousness take control of the body.

Otherwise, he too would be drowned by the massive amount of information!

This monster is not something a human can handle.

He shuts the door and lets the dogs out, wanting to eliminate their two major organizations; the dogs must be fierce.

Atabia, hearing this, looked at the discussion of these historical sages with some surprise: "A fascinating life theory, some people change generations every hundred years, and it's every ten seconds."

"Yes, kid, you're correct, this is a brand new cosmic lifeform." Another elder from the Dark Matter Alliance looked admiringly at Atabia. He felt that this was a good seedling now appearing here as their heir, naturally teaching generously.

"In the future, such celestial phenomenon catastrophic life in the cosmos is likely not to be few."

Another scientist, observing from afar, grew more and more astonished: "For example, that current Dark Fan Divine King, his authority has been unleashed too much, probably about to die soon. After death, the corpse will transmute, mutate, turn into demon remains, becoming one of the celestial phenomena, with the brain's consciousness likely dying once every few minutes."

This is a kind of authority runaway, a side effect that even ancient gods had before.

"And this current Nokron, he dies once every ten seconds. Probably any stronger, it will be every two seconds or even more exaggerated than that, like a motor, with the brain spinning sixty revolutions per second."

"Of course, in the future, the Celestial Dao, that cosmic membrane above your head, pierced by so many High-tier Daos by that fist, is also in this situation now, with rapid death, rebirth, death, and new consciousness alternating every minute and every second. Is such a creature still considered a creature?"

"It's a bit pitiful."

They continuously analyzed the Nokron before them.

To defeat the opponent, it is essential to dissect the existence structure of such a category of creatures.

Someone shouted angrily, "However, how to win him is a tough task indeed! Because he has completely unleashed his power, understand? Completely unleashed, while we, in order to maintain sanity, are restrained, not daring to release, afraid of losing control and turning into those monsters!"

"So how to win now?" The Emperor turned his head.

Theoretically, there's no way to win; the degree of power liberation is not on the same level," another person beside him spoke, "People can't defeat the natural celestial phenomena, unless they themselves also succumb to being pathetic celestial phenomena."

"They are like the natural carriers of authority, very illogical, similar to the structural life of thunderclouds, rainstorms, rocks, belonging to the cosmic code BUG, a bunch of mosaics, who made you build this universe? Such a vast program, overturning and rebuilding, there will always be issues."

"Unless the cosmos is completely healthy, all loopholes filled, and generations of people testified to the Dao, when all the BUGs disappear, then these things won't exist."

"And now, it's likely that for a long time, new extraordinary humans must fight against these messy bugs. But this is also the programmers' responsibility, isn't it?"

Programmers are supposed to program and fight on the front lines with BUGs, aren't they?

And the programmers of this universe are the Ancient Gods governing the authority; in the holy position of the cosmos, naturally charged with dealing with the BUGs, filling in gaps, and perfecting the environment of the new universe.

Their analysis is very rational even reaching the future major era.

From a macro historical perspective, the emergence of any anomaly is an inevitability, with this ghostly thing being the first; inevitably, there will be a second and a third in the future.

These old men were quite idle, the battle in the distance was blazing hot, but they chatted very happily.

Boom!

"Is this all you have?" At this moment, Nokron said coldly, "I am so disappointed, incomplete; if your three primary gods were complete, you could still put up a fight, but now, no matter how many rabble, they are just rabble."

"Then..." Nokron swung his fist lightly, saying, "Let's try this then."

Fist fiercely swung.

In the next moment, countless matters began to gestate and reverse flow as if pulling the cosmic material tides around.

This is not a simple fist but a fist formed by the convergence of countless authorities: wind, fire, thunder, lightning, hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, etc., all three thousand authorities.

The black bones swept away as they swung, a crown of black flame steamed atop the head, this punch seemed to open the heavens and earth, tearing the void of material chaos, making heaven and earth clear, matter divided.

"Oh no!" A bone-chilling feeling surged through everyone's hearts; even the group of scientists and sages watching and analyzing from afar also saw their expressions change drastically.

Those residual souls and heroic spirits of history, each is against heaven, yet now haven't adapted to the environment, their combat power hasn't recovered, in the weak period, facing such an attack...

Boom!

Upon reacting again, there was a long vacuum trail appearing in the universe, piercing through the cosmic wall outside, on the trajectory, the six billion population encircling disappeared without a trace.

Everyone blankly stared at this scene; with just one punch, one-fifth of the historical sages and heroes possessed disappeared.