Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Continue to the Byron Republic? Does that mean he should be an undercover agent? Xiyeke hesitated for a moment, pondered the pros and cons, and then lowered his head.

"Your will is up to you. How can I contact you then?"

Zhou Ning thought about it and decided that the simplest method would be to let the other party call his honorable name. However, if the environment was special and there were gods of the old times around, calling his honorable name would most likely be noticed.

"Write the word pineapple on any of your books, and I will contact you through divine intervention or telepathic communication."

"Pineapple?" Xiyeke repeated the word in confusion. There was no such fruit as pineapple in Apocalypse. To him, it was just two unfamiliar words. He nodded and said:

"I understand."

After discussing the details with Xiek for a while, Zhou Ning watched Xiek leave quietly. Although the current situation was somewhat complicated, Zhou Ning was not ready to terminate the travel plan if Xiek did not report any major situation.

The Book of Knowledge and Wisdom can manifest changes in any book in the world. As long as Xiek writes the word "pineapple" in any book, Zhou Ning can instantly sense it through the Book of Knowledge and Wisdom and make adequate responses.

Becoming a righteous god is the most important thing at the moment.

However, the original one-month travel plan had to be shortened. Zhou Ning shook his head and stopped himself from taking shortcuts.

Being too impatient is also a spiritual problem. One's level is rising too fast. No matter how complicated the situation is, one must gain spiritual accumulation before becoming a true god.

Otherwise, the elf goddess of the past might very well be your future self.

Zhou Ning shook his head and smiled, then took out a book from somewhere and continued reading.

.........

At night, in the desert leading to Fort Bourdain.

A quieter oasis.

Brad Palmer, a former professor of the Warrior Department at Wake University, dressed in a black academic robe, found a shady spot beside the water source and sat down. He tilted his head and said to his companion:

"I didn't expect there was such a large oasis here. I don't see it marked on the map."

If Zhou Ning was present, he would have recognized the other person as the senior member of the Knowledge Council whom he had met on the way to Dulles City.

"That's normal. The Byron Republic is the cult of the Earth Goddess. Influenced by divine power, the terrain changes frequently. Usually, the map needs to be re-surveyed every six months." His companion sighed.

"By the way, are we really going to merge with the Curse Cult? I always feel like we shouldn't get involved with these crazy people from secret sects."

Brad Palmer untied the kettle from his waist and filled it with water. He lowered his voice and sneered:

"Except for those devout believers, none of us want to merge with the secret sect, but there's no other way. The great God of Knowledge and Wisdom has fallen, and we don't have the capital to refuse cooperation for the time being. And we don't necessarily need to give our all..."

Halfway through his words, the scholar badge on his chest suddenly began to flash:

"Wait, this is news from His Majesty Xiyeke."

Brad Palmer infused his spirituality into the Scholar Badge. After a moment, a smile appeared on his face. He looked at his companions and said:

"News from His Majesty Xiek: The God of Knowledge and Desire has granted our request."

"His Majesty Xiyeke has asked us to continue our operations with the two major secret sects for the time being. He will bring his men to join us within two days."

Upon hearing the news, his companion smiled delightedly and looked at Brad Palmer and asked:

"Does He mean for us to continue investigating the movements of the secret sect? It seems that Wayne Stewell is likely to take action against the secret sect."

"Aren't you worried that our actions will be discovered by other gods?"

"The gods aren't omniscient and omnipotent, and we've even cast a tenth-order concealment spell. As long as we don't mention the gods' names and don't do anything that goes against them, there's no danger of them sensing us."

"Really?" his companion suddenly laughed.

Before Brad Palmer could react, he felt a distortion in space. The originally oasis scene around him suddenly became even greener, and even the sky was dyed green.

A young woman wearing the black priest robe of the Church of the God of War appeared here at some point, looking at Brad Palmer with a smile.

Feeling the overwhelming divinity coming from the other person's body, Brad Palmer couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. He hurriedly crushed a scroll. A mysterious light rose up, and a dark and illusory portal appeared before his eyes.

This was a seventh-tier spatial magic, random teleportation. It intertwined with the surrounding space to form a complex "space channel," so complex that even the caster couldn't be sure where they would be teleported to.

His figure was like a feather, pulled by space, quickly disappeared from the spot, and "floated" into the portal.

But the next second, his figure suddenly lost its reality and flew backwards. Then his feet loosened and he felt pressure from all directions, as if he was trapped in endless quicksand.

Then, his eyes blurred. He was no longer in the oasis with water. Instead, he saw a bonfire and a grill. The woman in front of him had straightened her clothes, bent her knees gracefully and sat down, smiling.

"What gives you the illusion that this isn't a dream?"

This is the Goddess of Life! Seeing this scene, Brad Palmer's mind went blank.

……

On the night of December 1453, 12, which was Christmas Eve on Earth.

The sky was dark and gloomy, with rolling clouds and heavy snow. The surrounding deep blue sea was almost completely frozen white by the cold wind and snow. The Wizard, relying on the propulsion of the alchemical formation and the effect of the iron spikes around the hull, struggled to move forward on the frozen sea surface for hundreds of miles.

"This is the power of knowledge. As long as knowledge exists, no matter how terrible the weather or how terrifying the meteorological disaster, they are just beasts tamed in the hands of humans." Hiyek stood on the deck, looking out at the sea, and said to his students.

Perhaps because he had become a god, Wayne Stewell's vehicle curse was broken. The three-day voyage could be described as smooth sailing, with the speed stabilized at 19 knots, close to the full speed. As a result, the stop at Hokia Island was cancelled, and the ship would arrive at Bentham Port in the Byron Republic half a day earlier than planned.

Under normal circumstances, the Wizard will enter the port in 3 to 4 hours.

Just now, he received a response from his student Brad Palmer. The other party had caught up with the Curse Cult team and was traveling through the desert. If everything went well, he would catch up with them within a few days.

Hearing Xiek's words, Zhou Ning, who was also resting on the deck, just smiled and looked into the distance.

He could feel that the area covered by this heavy snow seemed a little too large, and its scale had exceeded the scope of extreme weather.

"After three days of traveling, I feel like my spirit has calmed down a bit. Perhaps this has helped with some of the effects of the frost giants."