Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Not far away, on a tall bell tower of the Church of Craftsmen and Alchemists, Goodwin, wearing a black hood and looking old and gaunt, silently gazed at the scene below, without moving for a long time, like a statue.

The Angel King had witnessed everything that had just happened, his gaze fixed on the two rings on Zhou Ning's fingers. The two rings were very similar in shape, simple in design, and both black in color. The difference was that one of them was his own work.

He remembered that this ring was made by him to commemorate his father when he was traveling around the countries on the continent under the pseudonym Windgun.

The material is the ring where His soul once resided.

As a result, two identical rings were now worn on Wayne Stewell's fingers, and the other party was actually the same person as his adoptive father.

He remembered that when he was young, he actually wanted to kill the gods. If it weren't for the need to secretly take care of his nominal brother, his adoptive father's eldest son, he had no doubt that he would have done so.

He helped his adoptive father's descendants settle down in the Kingdom of Luins, giving them the surname Charles, nicknamed Charlie. In Elvish, it means noble of heart. This was also his hope for them.

In the following thousand years, he witnessed many great events. He witnessed the fall of the gods in the war of gods; witnessed their remaining divine power turning into weather tides around the world; witnessed his adoptive father's descendants leaving Darklan and establishing the Kingdom of Bryston; witnessed the great changes in the world, as the Kingdom of Bryston rang the bell for the destruction of the Kingdom of Falik; witnessed the Kingdom of Falik turning into a sea of ​​fire; witnessed the destruction and rebirth of Darklan.

Fate is so strange.

Later, due to this unspoken bond, He became the mentor of nearly every generation of Charles' royal family, silently supporting them from behind. By now, He could already foresee the demise of the Kingdom of Bryston.

In the first dream, Wayne Stewell rang the bell for the destruction of the Kingdom of Bryston, causing the Darkland Fortress to turn into a sea of ​​fire. In a sense, he was actually destroying his own kingdom.

Yes, fate is so strange and so absurd.

But when did He begin to deviate from His position? When did He start to scheme against the Kingdom of Bryston, disregard life, and even forget about His adoptive father?

Is it because he is getting older and older, and his ancient memories are becoming more and more vague, and the memories from the former elf Goodwin gradually replaced the human Windgun, causing him to forget a lot; is it because after becoming an angel, his divinity suppressed his humanity, and his emotions became increasingly indifferent; or is it because after witnessing the unparalleled power of the elven goddess after her fall, he unconsciously developed a fear?

Thinking of this, Goodwin sighed unconsciously, his eyes becoming calm again. He suddenly wanted to witness this happening in the real world with his own eyes. The kingdom was not eternal. Perhaps it was time to end it.

Beside Him stood several believers of the Alchemy and Craftsmen Guild, who were also wearing black hoods and black cloaks.

One of the leading priests said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, should we follow the plan and detonate the alchemical bombs below, and even throughout the city?"

Goodwin shook his head calmly:

"No need."

Then he turned around, leaned on his crutches, and staggered down the stairs towards the bottom of the bell tower, his back looking very lonely.

The believers of the Alchemy and Craftsmen Guild behind them stood there in a daze. A line of silver words appeared above their heads, jumped wildly, and then froze.

"In 32 seconds, you will be attacked by the aura of Nyastra and lose control."

"41 seconds later, he died from the attack of a crazy and out-of-control person."

"In 46 seconds, you will be affected by the aftermath of the battle below."

Almost a minute later, as the last believer fell, the bell tower returned to silence, leaving only a swarm of insects crawling frantically on the ground.

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"This is... the Sword of Promised Victory that Wayne Stewell used against Alfred, the God of Wish-Granting!"

"Fuck, is the protagonist going to go all out?"

Although the players did not gain any advantages in the battles with the army and dream NPCs, and although the battles were still very fierce, Zhou Ning's powerful presence still made the players notice his actions at the first moment, and they were immediately excited.

Meredith, who was fighting Archibald and Louisa at the same time with the help of the Chosen One, also saw this scene and her eyes lit up slightly.

He naturally remembered this scene. It was at that time that he used the power of judgment to briefly control the God of Wish-Granting Alfred, forcing him to complete a small ritual to liberate the miracle item, thereby killing Alfred.

Now Meredith felt as if she could find an opportunity to recreate this scene. After becoming the King of Angels, she had the ability to do it.

But this requires waiting for a perfect opportunity.

He cast his gaze towards the fake Jasmine not far away, who was being besieged by a group of Chosen Ones, Gleipnir who was helping them for unknown reasons, and Jasmine Kronin.

By this time, the fake Jasmine, wearing a white priest robe and a matching hood, had already suffered numerous wounds and was in critical condition. As long as the fake Jasmine fell, the others would be freed up. Whether it was to help herself or Wayne Stewell, it would buy time for Wayne Stewell to complete the ritual.

But the Pirate King Zhou Ning probably thought so too. At this time, the Pirate King Zhou Ning seemed to be getting braver and braver. He simply jumped down from Nyastra's shoulder, locked Zhou Ning with his divinity, and continuously attacked Zhou Ning with his rapier. From time to time, ice crystals, thunder, frost, snow, and lava erupted.

Under his control, Nyastra turned and ran towards Meredith, intending to find a breakthrough in him. While running, a large number of complicated thoughts: anger, despair, and fear had formed, impacting the hearts of everyone around him.

Black threads silently connected, reaching out to everyone around them. This was Nyastra's special ability: shared pain!

Zhou Ning's brows gradually furrowed. He saw Stuart Crow turning and running towards Nyastola. As He raised the Scepter of Saint Zachary high in the air, an angel with wings on its back, made of light, suddenly appeared in the air.

All of this felt like déjà vu. Zhou Ning had seen this scene before during the Darkland disaster, which inevitably provided feedback to the third dream, making this dream even more absurd and the third dream even more real.

Before anyone knew it, the giant red dragon that had been perched on the bell tower flapped its wings and flew up, with a dazzling ball of lightning emerging from its mouth.

Only when I looked at it up close did I realize that it was an abstract dragon taken from someone's dream. It looked like a dragon purely drawn by a child with crayons, but its ability was like that of Osiris's sky dragon. In an instant, a lightning ball dispersed into countless lightning balls, falling downwards.

White lights suddenly lit up, and all players died at the same time.

Zhou Ning couldn't help but gasp, even considering using his Advent Card for a moment. Their weapons occasionally collided, creating a resounding clang, followed by mushroom clouds. This wasn't the cloud formed by the detonation of a nuclear weapon like an atomic or hydrogen bomb, but rather a powerful explosion cloud, typically formed by a volcanic eruption or celestial impact.

Only then did Zhou Ning notice the familiarity of the other party's weapon - it was also a quasi-miracle item. He was 80% sure that this weapon was the same rapier in the hands of the Weather Lord Valentine.

"boom!"

As the figures crossed each other, the weapons of the two men collided heavily again, and then they drew their guns at the same time and shot at each other. The bullets shot out from the barrels and hit each other.

The two men used the gun hidden in the sword at the same time, but Zhou Ning's shooting ability was slightly stronger after all. Bullets penetrated the body of the Pirate King Zhou Ning one after another. One shot, two shots, three shots, and shot him back again and again.

The situation around him wasn't ideal at the moment. With the arrival of the giant red dragon and Nyastra, the originally evenly matched situation gradually shifted to a disadvantage. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Ning took a step back, paused, and opened his arms.

"Come down! My king's army!"

Before he finished speaking, gusts of golden whirlwinds rolled up the yellow sand, and the sky became clear again. Above the sky, the sun was scorching the earth, and the dry wind carrying hot sand blurred everyone's vision.

Yes, at this moment, Zhou Ning chose to activate his quasi-miracle item - the ultimate treasure from the Conqueror King Iskandar, the King's Army!