Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

"Is this the god worshipped by the northern tribes?"

At this time, General Bud still retained his consciousness, looking at the scene in shock and confusion.

Before, there were constant rumors that a new force, believing in a new god, had emerged from the northern glaciers. It was growing rapidly, sweeping across the northern lands in just a few months. This was why they took advantage of the rare snowstorm to launch an attack in the north. The empire did not want to see a powerful enemy appear in the north.

Originally everyone thought that the new god believed in by the North was just a fictional one, but who would have thought that the god was actually real.

What just happened was so fast, as if in the blink of an eye, his imperial weapon had vanished, and the tens of thousands of troops he commanded had been completely annihilated. The sounds of his men groaning and wailing filled the air around him.

The spectacular scene of tens of thousands of silver-white electric snakes appearing at that moment was so incredible that it was completely a miracle.

If it weren't for the severe pain in his body, General Bud would even suspect that it was just a dream.

Then, he saw the incredibly handsome young man in a black windbreaker, with a strong divine aura, land on the ground with a "thump" and walk straight towards him. He heard the Baruts tribe leader Leo speak excitedly, seemingly suppressing his voice:

"Mr. Divine Envoy, thank you for your help. You have saved us again. Do we need to kill these captives?"

This... General Bud's facial muscles twitched slightly. He felt the threat of death from the bottom of his heart and wanted to resist, but the gap between the two sides was too great. How could a mortal be an enemy of such a god? He raised his hands without hesitation and said:

"We surrender!"

"No, there's no need to kill them. Leave them here, and it's up to you to decide what to do with them."

Zhou Ning stopped and felt the progress bar for leaving an immortal legend move forward again.

Next, all I have to do is help them create a livable land as a finishing touch, and I can complete this progress 100%.

Coincidentally, there are currently enough people who have witnessed this immortal legend, tens of thousands of people. This is also the best channel for the starry sky faith to spread faster in this world.

At the same time, the game panel prompted again:

【You triggered a miracle: Ten Thousand Thunders Manifestation.】

[A special miracle only you can master. Facing a vast enemy army alone on a savage icy plain, you summoned a thousand thunderbolts, instantly crushing them. This feat has become legendary. Your story will be told forever. You can summon a thundercloud that locks onto your opponent and rains down lightning, dealing a continuous barrage of lightning. The effect and damage are proportional to your level.]

Zhou Ning pondered for a moment. Although this "miracle" did not restore the truth of the battle just now, it also indirectly explained the characteristics of "miracles". It had nothing to do with what he personally thought. The most important thing was whether what he had done would become part of the myth and be passed down to future generations.

It seems his role as a charlatan is quite successful. Like the previous two miracles, the catalyst for this one is a rune inscribed with esoteric symbols, making it extremely effective. It could easily become one of his offensive tools. It should be quite popular among players, but the Ghost Legion will have to work extra hours and overtime.

By the time Leo and the others had cleaned up the battlefield and escorted a large number of prisoners who had lost their ability to resist back to Zhou Ning, Zhou Ning's wishing power and spirituality had basically recovered. Leo looked at Zhou Ning with reverence and asked cautiously:

"Mr. Divine Envoy, the battlefield has been cleaned up. Should we return to the tribe first?"

"Wait a minute." Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Ning asked calmly:

"You said before that you wanted to own a warm and livable land?"

"Wait...what does he want to do?" General Bud, who was being pushed forward, was startled when he heard Zhou Ning's words. He stopped and looked at the other party in surprise and doubt, thinking in shock and solemnity.

"We want to allow the northern ethnic groups to have a warm and livable land. Do they want to invade the empire?"

"Can the Supreme Throne, the Protector of the Nation, stop such a powerful being?"

"Yes, great messenger of God! For this we are willing to give eternal faith." Leo could hardly contain the throbbing in his heart. A look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face, and he lowered his head deeply.

"I can fulfill your wishes on behalf of God." Zhou Ning said solemnly.

In order to prevent the power of wishing from being insufficient, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the wishing lamp and held it in his palm.

Under the gazes of everyone, some in reverence, some in anticipation, and some in surprise, Zhou Ning made his first wish:

“I hope the climate here gets warmer.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ning snapped his fingers, making the wish come true.

This polar icefield, once utterly desolate and freezing, suddenly became as warm as spring, sending beads of sweat oozing from the foreheads of the accustomed Baruts. Their hearts raced, anticipating a miracle, and their gazes toward Zhou Ning were filled with anticipation and reverence.

Not far away, a dangerous species that was hibernating felt the sudden heat and peeked out from its nest.

Just because of Zhou Ning's wish, the climate changed drastically.

"I hope the landscape here will change. It will no longer be a desolate ice field, but will be covered with vegetation." Zhou Ning did not stop, but instead made a second wish to himself devoutly.

Snapped!

He snapped his fingers, fulfilling the wish. He imbued this wish with a modicum of power from a world beyond heaven, sending small golden whirlwinds, each representing a sincere wish, flying in all directions. This was his attempt.

Under everyone's incredible gaze, wonderful changes took place around them. A green tide of life appeared on the spot and quickly spread to the surroundings. The originally bare ice field was covered with a large amount of green grass, flowers, and trees, and instantly became lush and green. This green plant quickly expanded in all directions until it covered the entire field of vision.

If you look from a God's perspective, the entire white ice field instantly turns into a huge, vibrant oasis.

More than 20 kilometers away, the Baruts, a northern ethnic tribe on the ice field, were attracted by this amazing miracle. They walked out of their homes cautiously, feeling the unprecedented warmth, and soon realized the source of this miracle.

They flocked to the streets, feeling the warmth, and flocked to the nearby Starry Sky Church to praise the name of God.

The Baruts beside Zhou Ning were already trembling with emotion. One after another, they knelt down in front of Zhou Ning, devoutly calling the names of Wayne Stewell and the Creator God of Light.

Even the imperial captives were moved by this astonishing miracle and this infectious atmosphere, falling to their knees and calling out the name of God in unison. It was foreseeable that with a little guidance, they would all become future believers of the Starry Sky Church.

Zhou Ning closed his eyes and silently felt the impact of the increased power of wishing. Although it did not increase on the panel, every time such a grand scene occurred, he could effectively improve his control over this power.

Now he has accumulated enough quantitative changes, and all he needs is a most grand scene to produce a qualitative change, and completely make the power of wishing his own.

Immediately afterwards, his panel was also flooded with messages.