Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Inside St. Raymond's Cathedral, Sherlock met Archdeacon Nick Congreve in a prayer room on the west side. Just before that, he took a carriage to the old town for field exploration and made many new discoveries that had to be reported.

Having just caught up on a nap in the carriage, Sherlock was surprisingly energetic at this moment, not caring about the dim corridor inside the church. It was almost 2 a.m. now, and at this time, perhaps only this peak demigod was still in the church.

Although it was late at night, the tall and taciturn demigod was still practicing asceticism. He had his upper body exposed and was surrounded by lit white candles. The room was unusually warm. Invisible whips were whipping him, leaving deep whip marks on his body.

The Ascetic Church is divided into two factions: the Ascetic and the Benevolent. The Ascetic, led by Nick Congreve, is harsh on their enemies and even harsher on themselves, using physical torture to temper their spirits. The Benevolent, as the name suggests, elevates their divinity by performing many good deeds and gaining faith. The two factions differ only in their methods of practice and do not influence each other.

Seeing Sherlock coming in, Nick Congreve put away his invisible whip, covered himself with a thick black priest robe, frowned, and asked in a deep voice:

"What happened again?"

"Yes, there are indeed a few things I need to report to you." Sherlock nodded helplessly.

"First, all the alchemy workshops and herbal shops in Darkland are showing signs of instability. Someone is organizing a general strike and distributing weapons. The organizer is very likely the father of former Sun Watch member Leandro Pesa. He lost a son a year ago and his wife in the Darkland disaster. There's a possibility that he could lose control and become corrupt. However, before I came here, I arranged for some Sun Watch members, military police, and police to ambush him."

"The second thing is that something happened in the area between Goldfinch Lane and Wooden Gate Street in the old city. Saint Zachary and King Charles I appeared there together. With them was a monster with a strong divine aura, the Giant God Soldier of Obelisk."

"Who?" Nick Congreve asked, breaking the silence.

"Saint Zagari, a saint of the church 1000 years ago, whose remains were used to make the Saint Zagari Scepter. King Charles I, the founding king of the Kingdom of Bryston, is the one printed on banknotes. As for the Giant God Soldier of Obelisk, he is a servant god of the Starry Sky Church. During the Darklan Cataclysm, Wayne Stewell once summoned him to fight the evil god Nyastra. For some reason, he also walked into reality this time." Sherlock said with a serious expression.

"Also, I've received news. Do you remember the details of the Darkland catastrophe nearly a year ago? Back then, there was a workhouse in every district of Darkland. The Cult of the Cursed used these workhouses to complete the Ascended Ritual, creating that unprecedented catastrophe. Now, part of the old city seems unreal, as if layered with images."

"When I went there, I unexpectedly discovered that a workhouse identical to the one from the Darkland catastrophe had reappeared, albeit very blurry. Furthermore, both Saint Zachary and King Charles I appeared to be identical to their real selves, and were angels, wandering the streets near the workhouse."

"So, I have a bold inference. Whether it's Saint Zagari, King Charles I, or Obelisk's Giant God Soldiers, they all walked into reality from dreams. I suspect the Church of the Goddess of Life wants to use dreams to bring the Darklan Catastrophe back, and there must be some other conspiracy."

"Take the Colossi of Obelisk, for example. Previously, there were numerous disappearances in the old town of Dockland and the campus of Vic University. The old town of Dockland is understandable now, most likely as preparation for a re-enactment of the Dockland catastrophe in a dream. But why are so many people missing at Vic University?"

"I've been looking through a lot of information and found a key figure named Fred. He's a friend of Wayne Stewell, a believer in the Church of the Goddess of Life, a witness to the Darkland catastrophe, and a devoted fan of the card game called Yu-Gi-Oh. Coincidentally, Obelisk's Colossus also appears in the cards."

"Thus, I infer that the source of Obelisk's Giant Gods is the materials collected from the dreams of these missing people. The other creatures in the cards, including Wayne Stewell himself and even the Darkland Catastrophes, may become weapons that make their dreams come true, which is very likely to create an unprecedented catastrophe."

"Your Majesty Congreve, I need you to contact the Patriarch and Wayne Sternwell as soon as possible. I will notify the angels of the Church of the God of War."

At this time, Nick Congreve raised his head and smiled peacefully:

"Well done."

"It's just an illusion given to you by someone. Are you dreaming?"

The next second, the scene before him changed. He found himself still in the carriage, now anchored within a network of green vines. Facing him was no longer Nick Congreve, but a middle-aged man with a peaceful smile and a holy demeanor, dressed in white priestly attire.

Archbishop Edward!

He also has another identity: the Elf Goddess! A returning righteous god!

Sherlock, who had control of the Japanese Guard's intelligence network, was no stranger to the person in front of him. He even knew clearly how dangerous and powerful the other party was.

...This...At this time, the gas stove was lit in the carriage and it was still extremely warm, but Sherlock felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Archbishop Edward looked at Sherlock with a smile in his eyes, revealing his white teeth:

"Do you feel surprised?"

"Actually, you had already fallen asleep and entered a dream when you boarded the carriage to the old city. Everything that followed was merely a trap I set. My goal was to confirm some of your plans and use known facts to dispel the fog of fate."

"But if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known that you were going to launch an attack on the Church of the Goddess of Life the day after tomorrow. At that time, the Sun and the God of War would have to personally intervene. Haha, otherwise it would probably be a bit dangerous."

"I guess you're thinking about how to escape from the dream, or waiting for God to descend? But unfortunately, you can't do that under my watchful eyes."

"But I won't kill or eat you either. That would be a waste. As a witness to the Darklan catastrophe and one of the people with the most relevant intelligence, I believe you can make the relevant dream formation clearer and more stable."

The impact from the divinity caused tiny bumps to quickly appear on Sherlock's face and neck, and phantom limbs that looked like real ones appeared on his body.

Just one look was enough to make Sherlock on the verge of losing control, leaving him completely unable to resist.

This is the pressure from the righteous gods.

Then Archbishop Edward stretched out his palm and pushed him.

At the same time, a green vortex appeared in the carriage, flowing clockwise. The tall figure of the evil god Naiastra could be vaguely seen inside. In an instant, it swallowed Sherlock's body.

.........

Kingdom of Sifalic, Nathaniel.

Zhou Ning had no idea what was happening in Darkland, and because of the omnipresent threat posed by Archbishop Edward, he did not allow his clone to operate in Darkland.

He was still observing the simulation, feeling quite good. The Sword God truly loved him. Whether it was the "Saint Slayer's Spear," a Miracle Item, or the world-class item "Gjallarhorn," both were rare artifacts, especially the former. Zhou Ning had a hypothesis: if the Sword God could uncover the Saint Slayer's Spear's secrets in the simulation, then if he obtained it, would that mean he had completely mastered a Miracle Item?

So no matter what the outcome is, I will definitely choose the item reward this time. If it really counts, when the simulation is officially over, maybe it will be the time for me to start trying to be promoted to the King of Angels. Before the final battle, this is undoubtedly a major benefit.