The next hax that could win this for Bolas on it's own is Clockworking. Clockworking is the most advanced school of time manipulation. Basically a student of clockworking treats time like another spacial dimension. Here are some of the things that Nicol Bolas can do with clockworking.
- Teleport forward or backwards through time
- Timeline jump
- See the future or past
- Create temporal bubbles to rapidly age or deage someone
- Pause, slow down, or increase time
- Perceive an infinite amount of alternate timelines.
Here is Tezzeret is explaining what clockworking can do, and states that a clockworker is only limited by the power of user and the probability of the outcome. The less likely the outcome the more power it takes. Luckily ive already shown that Nicol Bolas is an absolute power house.
“Chronomancy is not even on a nearby plane to clockworking. A clockworker can actually control time. You understand teleportation. To a clockworker adept, time is simply another spatial dimension. They can jump forward and backward in time as easily as you or I might teleport across a room.”
Her frown turned into a scowl. “So if I hit him with something that rocks his world, he can just, like, jump back to right before I hit him and deliver a preemptive smackdown?”
“It’s more complicated than that—clockworking is fiendishly difficult and, no pun intended, time consuming—but essentially, yes. He can also control your own personal temporal flow in ways no magic at our command can counter. No shield will stop you from getting old. And that’s not all.”
She winced. “It gets worse?”
“A good clockworker—which Renn is—can, with proper preparation, move sideways in time.”
“What in the hells is that supposed to mean?”
“You’d have to ask a clockworker for the details,” I said. “I’ve never looked deeply into the theory, and so I have only a layman’s knowledge. The best I can understand is that time isn’t a single straight line—it’s more like a big rope, braided and rebraided out of an infinite number of different temporal strands. Every time you make a choice—turn right instead of left—you split off a new temporal strand. If the choice you make doesn’t affect other nearby main lines—if you arrive at your destidestination at the same moment you would have if you’d turned the other way—your strand gets braided back into the main cable and everything proceeds as usual. But a clockworker adept can sense the nearest strands of other main lines and decide which one he wants to be in. In other words, he can pick and choose the outcome he wants, and move himself into the time line where that’s what happens. And he can take you with him.”
“Wow.”
“Yes. The only limitations of clockworking are the power of the adept and the dictates of probability—the more improbable the outcome the adept is looking for, the more power it takes to get himself into that alternate line."
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Nicol Bolas takes this to a whole new level. He is able to move other people and objects from different timelines to his own. He used this once to move the corpses of a bunch of timelines where he had died to his timeline and then moved a Liliana Vess for each one to reanimate the dead bodies to fight for him while still wielding a portion of his power.
The dragon reared, forelimbs and wings spreading wide, and brutally intense flame rained down upon the artificer. Baltrice barely managed to raise shields around her and Jace. From what she could see, Tezzeret’s armor seemed to be working just fine. He didn’t appear to notice the hellfire raging around him. He made a quick motion of his right fist, as though delivering a punch to an invisible opponent.
And the dragon exploded.
Right atop the steaming pile of internal organs, Nicol Bolas flashed back into existence. He stretched forth his talon and annihilating energy poured forth, setting the air itself on fire. The power blasted Tezzeret backward and down, sliding into a deep, steep-sided pit of white-hot etherium sand. The fringes of the back blast alone chewed into Baltrice’s shields so fast that she had to grab Jace and dodge back along the plinth to keep them both from being roasted alive.
The dragon kept pouring the blazing torrent of power into the pit as though he couldn’t be bothered with trivial things such as conserving mana. He blasted Tezzeret with levels of energy that should have killed him along with the artificer, as power of this magnitude could be maintained only by pouring his life into the assault along with every scrap of mana he could gather. The intensity of the attack liquefied the sand, turning the pit into a cauldron filled with molten etherium, into which Tezzeret sank like a sounding stone.
And out from which he arose once more, lifting smoothly into the air as though borne aloft by the power that should have destroyed him.
His armor didn’t even look hot.
He clasped his hands in front of his face, and the dragon’s blast was instantly extinguished. He pushed his doubled fists straight downward like a man hoisting himself out of a pool, and the great dragon himself pitched helplessly headfirst into the molten etherium.
A volcanic eruption of flame and burning metal from below blasted upward around Tezzeret without noticeable effect. The effect on the dragon was more spectacular, as his entire head instantly flash-burned to ash, and his neck roared with flame and burned all the way down to his breastbone.
This time two Nicol Bolases appeared simultaneously, on either side of Tezzeret. One simply lashed out and grabbed the artificer, while the other bent his neck to bite the mage in half.
...
Both dragons who had restrained him had been reduced to redly glistering skeletal remains, their flesh having melted and dripped away, puddling beneath their bones in huge pools of meat syrup. But now four dragons came at him, two with magic and two with claws and teeth, and to Baltrice's experienced eye, it looked like Tezzeret was starting to feel the pressure. More and more he started to be focusing on defense, and his counter strikes were no longer instantly lethal.
Not that it would have mattered if they were, as eight more Nicol Bolases came wading through the gore of their predecessors, waiting their turn to attack.
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Firstly I'd like to point out that Liliana Vess is not necessary; Bolas is capable of reanimating the bodies himself. He likely only summoned Liliana to conserve energy.
Secondly this feat wasn't achieved by the real Nicol Bolas, this was done by a construct of Nicol Bolas that is massively weaker than the real deal. That means that the true Nicol Bolas can replicate this feat more easily and to a higher magnitude than what is depicted. The construct is so much more weaker than the real thing that when it meets the real Nicol Bolas it is in disbelief at his level of power and thinks that it is impossible.
Nicol Bolas settled himself onto the etherium sand. At last he could begin to excise the artificer’s annoying little gimmicks and get himself out of here. “Damn, I thought he’d never leave.”
“You and me both, brother.”
Bolas lurched upright. The voice had been impossibly deep, impossibly dark, and most of all, impossibly close. Behind him was a rip in the fabric of the universe, held open by some impressively sizable talons. Bolas gathered himself into a crouch—talons like those usually belonged to dragons, and from their dimensions, it wasn’t impossible that this new planeswalking dragon, whoever it was, might be even larger than Bolas himself. “Take it easy, pal,” the new dragon said. “I’m not here to fight.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not,” Bolas growled, “because you have no idea who you’re about to—”
“It’s more the other way around,” the new dragon said as he shouldered his way into the world. He stopped, stretched, and gaped his great fanged mouth wide in a jaw-cracking yawn.
Nicol Bolas stared in uncomprehending astonishment. “You—you look just like me!”
“That’s more the other way around, too.” The dragon grinned down at him, and Bolas realized that despite the resemblance, this dragon was vastly larger than he was, and younger, and possessed of a staggering magnitude of power that Bolas could only faintly glimpse. All his senses, magical as well as physical, told him that this dragon was so powerful he shouldn’t be able to even exist.…
Nothing in his twenty-five thousand years of life had prepared him to face a being like this.
“You—are you—who—I mean, what? What’s going on? It’s as if you’re me.”
“I am you,” the new dragon said with a vast and gleaming fang-filled grin. “You’re the one who’s not you.”
“What?”
“Nice job with Tezzeret, by the way. You learn a lot about someone by how he treats you when he’s got nothing to fear. And now we’ve got him working for us willingly. Enthusiastically. Hells, he thinks he’s doing us a favor.”
Bolas still couldn’t quite get his mind around what was happening, though a terrible dread had begun to curdle in his gut. “Us? What do you mean, us?”
“Oh, well, there’s that, I suppose.” The dragon waved a talon in languid dismissal. “By us, you should understand that I mean me. There is no you. Not really.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I know, you’re having a hard time with this,” the other dragon said sympathetically. “There’s a couple of reasons for that. One is that constructs like you have a pretty limited useful life span. You start to break down only a day or two after you’re created. You must have noticed how it’s gotten harder and harder to think.”
“Constructs? Like me?” Bolas shook his head wildly, as though he could jerk himself awake from this terrible nightmare. “You’re saying I’m … that I’ve always been …”
“Don’t take it too hard,” the other dragon said. “It’s a fail-safe, really. Otherwise, every time I put one like you together, I’d have to chase you down and kill you myself, just to keep you from screwing around in my business.”
“Your business? I still don’t understand.…”
“Of course you don’t. In addition to that construct thing I told you about, I also had to make you pretty stupid.”
“What?”
“If you were a tenth as smart as I am, you would have been ten times too smart to fall into Tezzeret’s trap. As it is, you’ll be dead a few hours from now, and your corpse will evaporate. If I want Tezzeret to find a Nicol Bolas here when he gets back, I’ll have to make another of you. Maybe even several more.”
“You’re saying—you’re saying that you—?”
“Damn, you really are stupid,” the larger dragon said. “Well, I guess Tezzeret can’t be wrong about everything, can he?”
The vast, unimaginably powerful dragon looked down upon the pale, dying simulacrum he had created, and sighed.
“Yes, idiot. I am the real Nicol Bolas,” he said. “And I did not reach my exceedingly advanced age by being stupid enough to do my dirty work in person.”
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Basically I don't see how Ultron can counter this in anyway. Ultron could get around being rapidly aged because his body probably wont break down just by time passing, but Bolas can do so much more than that with time. He can get advanced knowledge on Ultron simply by perceiving how their battle goes on different timelines, he can predict moves, slow Ultron down by putting him in a temporal bubble, or just flood the field with dead Bolas's.
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