Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Zhou Ning subconsciously glanced at the golden legal provisions above. Countless mysterious golden runes shone on them, and it was obvious that they were top-notch stuff. As expected, during the process of crossing the dream hall, he really did not enter a dream once.

There are many collapsed areas in this dream hall, and a lot of soil and gravel brought by the collapse are piled on the ground. However, because the elm tree is rooted in the spiritual world, although it is covered by soil and gravel at this moment, it still grows upward tenaciously in the form of "penetrating the mold".

A passage was cleared in the middle, leading to deeper parts of the ruins.

After passing through the dream hall, there is a wide area. At this time, it is already full of professionals from the Church of the God of War. The leader is a man wearing a neat blue military uniform and a baseball cap on his head. The combination is a bit special.

He is a typical Farik, with fair skin, deep features and deep forehead wrinkles.

Zhou Ning felt the aura of a demigod from him.

Through this outfit, Zhou Ning, who had previously learned some internal information about the Church of the God of War, recognized at a glance that this was the Grand Deacon of the Church of the God of War. Haha, in the Church of the God of Earth in the Republic of Byron, this position is called Director, Quentin Ruth.

In his previous life, he had close relations with the Byron Republic, and later became the diocesan bishop of the Church of the God of War in the Byron Republic, and was very famous.

As for his own strength, Zhou Ning felt that he was not his opponent at the moment.

After seeing Quentin Ruth, Smith Hall hurried over and talked to him in a low voice. After a moment, Quentin Ruth nodded, looked at Zhou Ning, and walked towards him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ruth." Zhou Ning took off his hat, pressed it against his chest, and greeted him.

"Hello, Mr. Sternwell." Quentin Ruth responded with a cough.

Zhou Ning chatted with him naturally for a few words until the other party took the initiative to mention the matter of checking the ruins:

"I heard from Smith. Thank you for your help. You can look around, but remember not to destroy any traces of the scene."

"After you've inspected the scene, you can also take a look at the footage recorded by True Vision."

The other party seemed very anxious. If they were right, they had not only lost Archbishop Edward, but also most likely the miraculous item: the Falric Codex...

Pretending not to notice anything, Zhou Ning smiled and said:

"it is good."

Accompanied by Smith Hall, Zhou Ning first came to the bronze gate. Just as Smith Hall said, the ground was covered with blood splatter. In addition, there were several twisted human figures drawn with chalk, which should be the wreckage that Smith Hall had mentioned before.

The door was half-open at this moment. There was a deathly silence, with only bursts of extremely thick gray-white mist coming from inside.

It looks like something out of a horror movie.

Zhou Ning took a deep breath and walked over with light steps. On the door, in addition to the twisted patterns connected into closed curves and a few incomplete claw marks he had seen before, there were also several bloody palm prints and a line of bloody words written with fingertips, which gave people a sense of oppression and mystery.

"Help!"

But what puzzled Zhou Ning was that these two blood words were not in the traditional Faric language, but in an old and obscure ancient Faric language that was only often used when casting spells and changing the weather.

Jasmine whispered softly in Zhou Ning's mind, "Feel carefully. Do you sense a strong divine presence here? The aura is much stronger than the statues outside, at least stronger than that of an angel."

"Yes, what do you think?" Zhou Ning confirmed her statement without hesitation. In fact, he had this feeling as soon as he came here. He felt a very strong divinity from the palm prints, the cracks in the door, and the surrounding atmosphere. After being promoted to demigod, his senses were much sharper than before.

“There must have been a being above an angel who took action here before,” Jasmine said softly.

"Above angels? In mysticism, aren't gods above angels?" Zhou Ning couldn't help but ask.

"Not really. Such beings are generally called Seraphim. I only know that to become a god, one must possess two or more authorities and a complete godhead. The rest of the conditions are unknown and none of them can be missing," Jasmine said.

Zhou Ning nodded silently. Jasmine's explanation undoubtedly filled in his blind spots in mysticism. Although it was a bit premature to worry, he now slightly regretted not choosing the authority of the Plague Wolf Ulysses. If you miss this opportunity, you may not always get it again.

"Judging from your reaction, have you discovered something?" Smith Hall beside him observed his expression and couldn't help asking.

"No." Zhou Ning shook his head. "At present, we can only confirm that the unknown existence's status should be above that of angels. Have you explored the world inside the gate?"

Smith Hall smiled bitterly and said, "We've explored it. It's filled with grayish-white fog and some shadowy small town buildings. We've confirmed that it's not the spirit world, but this grayish-white fog seems to be hindering our exploration and blocking us out."

It looks very dangerous and strange... Zhou Ning frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

Without sufficient confidence and preparation, he would not rashly enter the door to explore. Because the higher his status and the broader his horizons, the more he knew how quickly and miserably those who indulged in similar actions would die. Archbishop Edward was a lesson for him.

Besides, there is the raid summoning stone, and he can obviously explore in the summoning stone, so why should he take the risk here?

After checking the surrounding situation, Quentin Ruth used True Sight to restore the scene of this afternoon to him.

The so-called true vision is actually an alchemical mirror, a disposable consumable item. Its function is to replay some scenes within one to two days. Only grandmaster-level alchemists can refine it. The output is extremely low and it is basically only circulated in the hands of official organizations in various countries.

Zhou Ning saw in the mirror an old man wearing a white priest robe and with white hair and beard slowly approaching the door. He was holding a thick book in his hand, and a large number of mysterious golden symbols were lingering around the book.

He doesn't look like a reckless man, why is he so reckless when doing things... Zhou Ning couldn't help but complain.

Just as Zhou Ning had heard before, perhaps sensing someone coming, the sound of "bang bang bang" coming from the door again.

Hearing the voice, Archbishop Edward stood calmly at the door, reached out to open the book, picked up the pen and started copying on it. A moment later, a brilliant golden holy light descended from the sky, indicating that the legislation was completed.

Immediately afterwards, Archbishop Edward stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of legal document that read "The use of divine magic is prohibited here" and posted it on the door.

Afterwards, he successively drew up a series of golden clauses such as "No passing here", "No use of space transmission here", "No attack here", etc., and only reached out and pushed open the door after confirming that there were no omissions.

At that moment, all the legal provisions spontaneously combusted, emitting pale flames. Distorted streaks appeared on the mirror of the True Vision, making the scene completely unclear. All that could be seen was the constant shaking of the image and bursts of shrill screams. It was a sight that made one's scalp tingle.

Zhou Ning couldn't help but glance at Quentin Ruth, who shrugged his shoulders, meaning that there was nothing he could do about it, and that was the recorded footage.

After about 40 seconds, the video stabilized again, and Archbishop Edward appeared. His eyes were calm yet tinged with madness. The corners of his mouth and hands were stained with blood. He reached out and wrote two words on the door:

"Help!"

Immediately afterwards, the screen returned to darkness.

Zhou Ning frowned, finally understanding why Smith Hall was so sure that Edward was not dead. He watched it several times in a row and finally discovered a detail. The moment the door opened, he seemed to see an illusory black shadow, a huge, gray-green black shadow with a human face and slightly long hair. It should be a female.