Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

If I continue at this pace, it will be my turn to go in after about ten minutes...

Zhou Ning quickly glanced around and couldn't imagine how they could have managed to remain silent for several hours with so many people around.

In the absolute silence, time passed extremely slowly. Zhou Ning couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart. It was different from the game. In the game, if you died, you died, but in reality, you had to pay with your life!

However, Zhou Ning's expertise in extreme calmness made him calmer the more dangerous the situation was. His only exit to return to the real world was in a mirror somewhere in the church. There was no point in escaping at this time. He could only choose to believe in himself, face it directly while there was still disguise, and enter the church openly.

If there is really no other way, I still have the One Piece Possession Card as a trump card.

Zhou Ning let out a breath and simply closed his eyes to rest.

When he silently counted to 2700, inspiration struck him, and a chill ran down his spine. Almost at the same time, the church door creaked open again, and the old elf walked out again, saying in a low voice:

"jo-ra-lato-kol-di-ya-ru."

The word "joa" in the Elvish language just now changed to "lato", which clearly meant that the three-leaf elves were allowed to go in. And undoubtedly, the twenty or so four-leaf elves who had just entered did not come out either, as if they had been swallowed up by the church.

As soon as he finished speaking, the six three-leaf elves in front of Zhou Ning immediately moved. Zhou Ning had no choice but to follow them and walk into the church gate.

The door behind him slammed shut, blocking out the faint light.

[System: You discovered the Cathedral of Night. Experience points increased by 20000.]

Cathedral of Night? That's a fitting name.

Because the elves worship darkness, there is no light inside the church. Without the help of night vision goggles, Zhou Ning's eyes are unable to see for a while, and his observation Haki seems to be suppressed by something. It seems to have suddenly lost its effect in the darkness, and he kicked the heel of the three-leaf elf in front of him.

"Clap!"

The sudden noise was particularly harsh in the silent church. He suddenly felt that a dense crowd of eyes were searching in his direction, probably looking for anything unusual.

Zhou Ning didn't dare to move. After a while, those gazes disappeared and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not until two seconds later that Zhou Ning's eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see the scene in front of him clearly. He immediately began to look for the trace of the mirror.

He discovered that the church was larger than he had imagined. Inside the church, there were several high-level black evil spirits floating around. However, the elves here and these evil spirits seemed to be at peace and did not attack each other. Even if they were to stick to each other, it would be the same.

The interior of the church has an architectural form that gives off a sense of rising towards the sky. From the entrance on the right in the middle, you can go to the second floor. In the depths, there is a pitch-black altar. On the front of the altar, there is an emblem similar to a relief human face. There are signs of flowers and trees on the left and right below. On the altar stands a statue of an elf goddess.

The mirror he was looking for was hanging somewhere on the second floor. Zhou Ning could sense its location, but it would undoubtedly be difficult to reach it.

"A relief human face emblem?"

In the field of mysticism, every deity, and even every religious sect, has its own unique emblem. Most of these emblems can be drawn into runes, serving as a way to communicate with the deity, pray for power, and maintain faith. As long as you're not afraid of being targeted by some evil deity.

Zhou Ning suddenly remembered that he had seen the same emblem before from that unlucky guy, Joshua Lambert, whose clan motto was "Pride". He remembered it was called... Retreat?

A religious sect dedicated to impartiality, embracing the principle of indulgence and instant gratification, believing that only by indulging in nature and indulgence can one achieve spiritual liberation. Zhou Ning still remembered that Fatty's mother and Harrison Rivers' wife were members.

Why was there a retreat church here? What was the relationship between the retreat and the ancient elves? Countless questions suddenly popped up in Zhou Ning's mind.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the five five-leaf elves and more than twenty four-leaf elves who entered did not die. Instead, they knelt down in two rows and prayed very devoutly like devout believers.

After walking a few steps forward with the elves in front, Zhou Ning finally saw the statue clearly through the darkness.

The overall shape is similar to the goddess statue outside, with a beautiful face and a tall and graceful figure, but the black lines extending from around the body are more obvious, looking a bit like tentacles or insect legs.

There was still a breeze under His feet.

Next, he continued walking forward. At the end where the darkness disappeared, just within his field of vision, Zhou Ning saw a rather large spider-like shadow crouching on top of the goddess statue, as if sucking something.

Zhou Ning: ???

The moment this scene came into view, Zhou Ning felt a burning pain in his eyes and a shudder running through his entire body. He felt the urge to bend down, to kneel down and pray. But considering the AI ​​might be secretly filming, he tried hard to suppress the urge to avoid embarrassment. It was the feeling of being completely crushed, the aura of a god, impossible to look directly at, and even more difficult to resist.

If he had not just upgraded his status, he would most likely have fallen to his knees on the spot, completely conquered, and most likely become one of the shadows.

"This is... the Dark Spider Mother Martalita? How is this possible?!" Jasmine's incredible voice came in her mind.

"what?"

Zhou Ning's mind was in a state of chaos, and he suddenly had the urge to escape.

He clearly remembered that when he first crossed over, he killed a low-level spider-like demon named Youying Marion. If it was true as Jasmine said, the spider shadow in front of him was the ancient god who controlled this kind of demons, the Dark Spider Mother Matalita.

This is what Zhou Ning read in the background story of Apocalypse.

He never dreamed that he would actually encounter it here. You have to know that he is just an ordinary high-level professional!

"Fortunately, this should be just a projection, and it only has instincts but no real consciousness. If it was a real ancient god, you would have been on the verge of collapse and loss of control while looking at it. Even a relatively weak ancient god like the Dark Spider Mother Matalita is not something that high-level professionals can look directly at. Don't alarm it for now. I will try my best to help you find a chance to escape." Jasmine said softly.

At this moment, the old elf stopped in front of the black altar, turned around and said a few words to the three-leaf elf below, then the three-leaf elf knelt down devoutly and took off the headscarf covering his head and cheeks.

Zhou Ning almost gasped.

I saw that the elf's face was made up of black shadows. It was obvious that he was also a black evil spirit. No wonder the residents here were a little stiff when moving, and no wonder these black evil spirits did not attack them.

What is even more creepy is that among the black shadows on his face, there are actually densely packed compound eyes, but they are slightly dim.

Then, the old elf poured a glass of water from the bottle next to the black altar and handed it to the three-leaf elf to drink.

Zhou Ning shuddered suddenly as if a cold wind had penetrated his bones. He could vaguely see a large number of illusory insect eggs churning in the cup. He couldn't even drink aphid juice, so he might as well die if he drank this kind of thing.

After drinking it, the black shadow on the face of the three-leaf elf became more solid, as if the water in the cup was very good for him. Then he walked to the queue on the right, joined the crowd and began to pray frantically.

What should I do? Zhou Ning was immediately faced with a dilemma.