Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Zhou Ning understood clearly that this ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing multiple crowns was most likely the Pope of the Ascetic Church. Despite his youthful appearance, his aura suggested he was at least a thousand years old.

Judging from the current scene, they must be waiting for me to arrive. This is the power of the Ascetic Church's prophecy and word magic. It's hard not to suspect that my sudden impulse to come here to talk to Stuart Crow was actually fueled by the word magic. For example, the fact that Wayne Stewell would visit Stuart Crow at St. Raymond's Cathedral made him more likely to do so. Of course, this is just speculation.

Seeing Zhou Ning come in, several angels, including the middle-aged man, stood up and nodded to Zhou Ning. The middle-aged man smiled and pointed to an empty seat beside him.

"Please take a seat. It's a pleasure to meet you. As Meredith said, you are the one with the greatest potential to achieve godhood in this era. I have been the King of Angels for 363 years. It took me 42 years to advance from an Angel to the King of Angels, while it took you less than half a year."

To be precise, it’s been less than three months… Zhou Ning nodded slightly and sat down calmly. He asked politely:

"Thank you for the compliment... What should I call you?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I am Pope Dorent of the Ascetic Church. You can call me Mr. Dorent."

"I'm sorry, I used the power of the Holy Spirit to call you here because I have an urgent matter to discuss with you."

He then clapped his hands, and Zhou Ning saw that in just a blink of an eye, this remote hall had become a palace that seemed to be in the clouds, shrouded in dense mist.

Inside the palace, there are many stick figures made purely of light, walking, praying, and singing.

Zhou Ning glanced around and found that the palace was a whole size smaller than his own space beyond heaven, but it was also more than forty meters high and made up of magnificent pillars.

Dorent said without changing his expression:

"This is the prototype of my kingdom of God, called Fortress Dolent."

"This fortress is related to light. It can amplify my strength when there is sunlight; at night, it absorbs light, providing a certain degree of privacy. We can discuss this here without worry."

"As for these people of light, they are the chosen people of my kingdom of God and the future subordinate gods. If I have the opportunity to be promoted to a god, they will become angels."

The chosen ones of the Kingdom of God… Zhou Ning nodded thoughtfully. He had already had a similar prototype of the Kingdom of God when he was an angel, so he wasn't surprised. To some extent, he had already skipped this step and directly possessed subordinate gods. The stars in the Kingdom of God could all become his subordinate gods in the future.

Dolent did not explain further, but said:

"Stuart and you originally agreed to launch the impeachment against the Royal Family of Bryston at noon the day after tomorrow, but some unforeseen events occurred in the Ascetic Church. We have no choice but to change the time."

Meredith said calmly:

"The Church of the God of War has no objection, but I personally prefer order. I want to know Dorontani's reason for changing the agreement."

Zhou Ning shook his head slightly and said:

"The Starry Sky Church has no objection either."

Dorent turned his gaze to Stuart Crow, who had been silent, and asked him to answer for him.

Stuart Crowe said frankly:

"Even if you didn't ask, I didn't intend to hide it. Following the disappearance of Chin West, the leader of the Sun Watchers who was previously responsible for tracking the Church of the Goddess of Life, Sherlock Moriarty, who was responsible for taking over his affairs today, and Nick Congreve, the church's archdeacon, have also disappeared. Now the Knights Templar can only temporarily take over the relevant matters."

"The latter two are almost certainly missing in their sleep. Considering the authority of the Goddess of Life encompasses dreams and fate, there's a high probability that they already knew our plan in advance and made targeted arrangements. With my status, my prophetic skills cannot predict the actions of God. Your Majesty, could you please borrow the miraculous item you control, 'Leoncavallo's Opera in Four Acts,' to verify this speculation?"

Zhou Ning sighed imperceptibly. Having watched the TV series, he knew that the other party's guess was correct, but what the other party needed was verification.

He immediately grabbed the small, tattered book from the void and handed it to Stuart Crow. He watched as he carefully wrote:

"O all-knowing and all-powerful book, I would like to inquire about the whereabouts of Sherlock Moriarty and Nick Congreve, and whether the Goddess of Life has discovered our plan?"

The little book seemed to have regained its former dignity and responded arrogantly:

"Little Angel (never mind, he's still very powerful, so I'll cross it out). Sherlock Moriarty is currently in a dream world and hasn't truly died. Nick Congreve died peacefully. As for the Fairy Goddess of Life, I can only tell you that the fog of fate has indeed dissipated for several parts of her destiny. Your guess should be correct."

At this time, Dorent interrupted and asked:

"I wonder, if we change the time of action, will the newly formed destiny appear on the path where the destiny haze dissipates, or will a new haze be formed anew?"

The little book was not afraid of Dorrent and drew a clapping pattern on the page:

"That's a good question, but it's a fool's errand. The fog of fate forms when a deity without the authority to contain fate over-interferes with fate, causing it to become overweight and form a fog. This doesn't depend on you or me, but on God."

"Thank you for your generosity." Stuart Crow calmly finished reading, closed the small book again, and returned it to Zhou Ning. Then he looked at Meredith:

"The above proves my guess. Do you have any other questions?"

Meredith shook her head and replied calmly:

"No problem, I agree with your approach."

Dolent smiled when he heard this:

"In that case, let's discuss changing the time for launching the war. Don't worry about the fog of fate; the gods are always watching over this place."

"Let me first put forward my suggestion. We will officially launch the attack around 1:1 p.m. tomorrow and gather at St. Raymond's Cathedral at p.m. What do you think?"

At this time, Patriarch Roger, who had always been insignificant, asked:

"Sorry, I want to know why it's 1:30 in the afternoon? Isn't the earlier the better?"

Dolent smiled calmly and said meaningfully:

"We will use the goddess's sacred artifact, the Crown of Sunlight, in this war. Two o'clock in the afternoon is when the sun is at its strongest. Under the direct rays of the sacred sun, all filth on the ground will be exposed."

"Artifact..." Zhou Ning breathed silently. Is this the heritage of the Orthodox Church? Conservatively, the Ascetic Church probably has more than one artifact in its collection. The nail bathed in divine blood that once nailed the God of Death might also be an artifact. Even the God of War Church might be a similar artifact. The Starry Sky Church still has a long way to go if it wants to catch up.

As for time, since the other party has the trump card of the artifact seat, it is meaningless for him to raise any objections. Zhou Ning shook his head without hesitation:

"The Starry Sky Church has no objection."

Meredith also responded:

"The Church of the God of War has no objections. When necessary, Her Majesty Gallopne will be present in person."