Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Meanwhile, the real world.

The heavily guarded Darkland Fortress, affected by the dream's reflection, was also engulfed in flames. In full view of the crowd, the Falik Bell, a symbol of the royal family, also fell from the bell tower. However, because dreams cannot reflect strong enough heat, this time it fell to the ground and shattered. The results of dreams do not always fully reflect in reality.

I wonder whose dream this scene will enter?

But at this time, there were no more royal guards and royal attendants coming and going in the Darkland Fortress. They had all been dismissed in advance.

Amidst the blazing fire, Charles I, Charles II, and Charles III, the three wise kings of Braxton, stood in the hall, holding the hilts of their swords at their waists with unchanged expressions, completely ignoring the collapsing buildings and the raging flames around them.

These three do not seem to possess true intelligence, but are rather projections, with illusory figures and expressionless faces.

In the middle of the hall stands a relatively tall altar, on which is a tangled mass of mysterious symbols. What is surprising is that there are three statues enshrined on the altar, one facing forward, and the other two facing each other on the left and right.

The statue on the front is a tall woman wearing a classical robe, holding a bow and arrow, with long ears, and a breeze swaying under her feet.

The statue on the left is a young, pretty girl with bare arms. On her left arm is a coin-shaped tattoo symbolizing fate, and on her right arm is a green vine entwined with dreams and life.

On the right is a middle-aged man holding a gear in his hand. He looks and has a dignified temperament, and there are also piles of vines under his feet.

In front of the altar, there were five piles of dream incense and candles. The first two piles of candles had been lit, and the first pile of candles was shaking wildly, as if it was about to go out.

At this time, the three wise kings of the Kingdom of Bryston were guarding the altar. Beside them were Charles VII, who had no beard and looked a little childish, and Goodwin, who wore a black hood and looked rather old and crude.

Charles VII's status clearly surpassed that of the Angel King, but fell short of deity. Goodwin, on the other hand, possessed the transcendent power of the Angel King. At this moment, they were looking toward the altar in front of them.

Charles VII looked a little anxious:

"Something must have happened to the Darkland Fortress in my dream, and the fire inside has been reflected in reality. Teacher, is our action really feasible? You know, our enemies may be the Sun Goddess and the God of War!"

Goodwin's expression remained unchanged, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said in a slightly ethereal voice:

"The power of the goddess is beyond your comprehension. Moreover, regardless of whether it is possible or not, this war cannot be stopped. All you have to do is continue your unfinished work and return to the dream to complete the Ritual of the Ascendant."

"Everyone, including you, underestimates the power of the Clan-trained Knights. This profession is very close to being an Angel. Once the Clan-trained Knights reach their pinnacle, they will undergo a qualitative transformation and become authority. A complete Ascendant Ritual can achieve this."

"There's no need to feel any psychological burden. Everything you do is for your family and your kingdom. Haven't I already shown you your fate? If you do nothing, if you don't make any effort, the Kingdom of Bryston will be completely destroyed. You and even your children will die in Darkland Fortress."

"Don't worry about being punched by Wayne Stewell again. He was just a descendant of the gods. In this dream, there will be several gods on our side. Nyastra and Dark Spider Mother Matalita will both appear, and they will only be the weaker ones. If the situation changes, we will have mysterious reinforcements."

"Everything is under control."

When talking about Wayne Stewell, Goodwin's expression showed a little strangeness, but then it subsided.

Charles VII nodded with a heavy expression: "Okay. I will do my best."

At this moment, the first pile of dream incense and candlelight in front of the altar trembled and quietly went out. Goodwin frowned, looked at Charles I, and said in a deep voice:

"The first dream has collapsed. I will lead the craftsmen and the Alchemy Association to the second dream. This dream is related to us."

"Remember to pay attention to the candles in front of you. Once the second candle burns out, it will be your turn to enter the dream world."

Charles VII nodded slightly, then watched Goodwin begin to recite:

“The goddess who spins the threads of fate;

“The embodiment of all life, the master of dreams;

"The great being who knows and can do everything!"

"The faithful beg for your help, send us into the dream!"

The next second, a green vortex appeared at the spot. Goodwin turned his head and looked at Charles VII deeply, then stepped into the vortex.

At this moment, there was a beeping sound from above, and a huge burned beam fell from above.

Charles I, who had originally had a dull expression, suddenly became lively. He quietly dodged slightly to the side. Charles VII came over and asked with a hint of curiosity:

"Ancestor, do you think the words of that great being are trustworthy?"

Charles I did not turn around and said indifferently:

"Half of it is believable. All gods are the same. They will fulfill their promises, though the method may be distorted. But you will have to pay a thousand times the price."

"There's one thing you have to be aware of. Wayne Stewell is definitely not that simple. Even in a dream, never underestimate him.

"There are only two possibilities for someone who could ascend to the King of Angels in less than two years. The first possibility is that he is a god himself, merely retracing his path to godhood. He likely has more cards up his sleeve than you imagine. The second possibility is that he is the child of destiny for this world, and perhaps even for the entire era. Be extremely cautious when facing such a person, as he likely has even more cards up his sleeve than the first possibility."

"This is the wisdom of our ancestors, and it is also the most important factor that has allowed me to survive until now as a remnant soul and to return soon."

"Yes, ancestor." Charles VII bowed his head respectfully.

.........

When Zhou Ning and the others saw the light again, they found that there was still a huge building in front of them with blazing flames. With the sound of beeping, huge beams that were burned fell from above from time to time.

If the violent storm under the scorching sun had not disappeared, Zhou Ning would have almost thought that he had not left the first level of the dream.

Is this the destruction of Darkland Fortress reflected in reality? Are we returning to reality?

Zhou Ning's mind was filled with questions as he released his Bankai and scanned his surroundings.

At this time, the sky was still daytime and the surroundings were still immersed in a fog. Only screams could be heard everywhere, and balls of fire could be vaguely seen all over the city.

Moreover, the architectural style here seems to be older than before, with a first-century architectural style, characterized by the spires of the houses and huge colorful glass paintings on the windows, as well as relatively balanced and symmetrical structures.

At this moment, Jasmine seemed to realize something, a rare emotional fluctuation appeared on her face, and she hurried forward.

After seeing the scene inside the building, he muttered to himself:

"No, that's not right. This isn't Docklands."

"This is the era I once lived in. This is Abbot City, the former capital of all cities. A place favored by the gods."

"It's been over 131 years. If I remember correctly, the date should be August 8, 27."

"That was also the day that man returned to Abo City and launched a coup."