Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

"Holy crap, is it finally here?"

The players who were still fighting with Archibald on the battlefield were all cheered up. Most of them had not participated in the Battle of Hood Island. They had only seen this scene in TV series and various edited videos. Previously, when fighting against Alfred, this ritualistic process of releasing the thirteen restraints was cut into one exciting video after another by various UP hosts, and it has always been ranked at the top of Wayne Stewell's various famous scenes.

Now they actually had the opportunity to witness this scene with their own eyes. However, this time, it seemed to be far more ceremonial than the first time the Thirteen Restraints were released.

The blazing sunlight penetrated the dark clouds and rain curtain and shone on Zhou Ning. Between the dark sky and earth, under the bright sunlight, and in the ethereal singing of the goddess of the lake who seemed to come from heaven, he felt sacred and solemn.

A breeze with a slightly sacred aura blew by, and the Crown of Sunlight on Zhou Ning's head transformed into a brilliant and holy crown. Around his body, twelve illusory knights appeared one after another and saluted him one by one.

A very tall knight looked at Zhou Ning and pounded his chest, saying, "First, this battle is a battle for survival! — Acknowledge it!"

"Secondly, this battle is a battle against someone stronger than yourself! —Admit it, Bedivere!"

"Third, this war is not a war that goes against humanity! - Admit it, Gahoris!"

"Fourthly, this battle must be a battle for the pursuit of truth! - Acknowledge,

"Fifth, this battle is a fair one! —Accept it, Palamidis!"

"Sixth, this battle is not a war against the elves! - Admit it, Lancelot!"

"Seventh, this war is a war against evil! — Veto, no liberation, Mordred!"

"Eighth, this battle is not fought for selfish desires! —Admit it, Galahad!"

"Ninth, this battle is a battle of noble honor!—Admit it, Gawain."

"Tenth, this battle must be fought with the brave! —Admit it, Tristan."

"Eleventh, this war is not a war against the righteous! —Admit it, Gareth."

The last one was a wild-looking knight who resembled a lion, with a fanatical expression, "The twelfth one, which is not contrary to the eight virtues: humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, truthfulness, justice, and soul - admit it, Lanmaroc!"

Then, the twelve Knights of the Round Table all turned their gazes towards Zhou Ning, some loyal, some respectful, and some fanatical. Zhou Ning's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had realized something. For some reason, he should currently play the role of Arthur.

Zhou Ning looked around and said calmly:

"This is a battle to save the world. —Acknowledge it, Wayne Stewell."

"Round table meeting, twelve votes in favor and one veto."

"The third phase of restrictions has begun to be lifted."

"Light, obey my command and gather here!"

Under everyone's dazzled gaze, the figures of the Knights of the Round Table saluted Zhou Ning one after another and then disappeared.

At this time, most people understood. It seemed that Wayne Stewell was finally not acting this time. Grantham's previous guess should be correct. Wayne Stewell's true identity was actually an older and more powerful king.

The ancient wise king of the apocalypse world that he was fighting against was also the King of the Knights of the Round Table.

A moment later, a beam of light that was extremely brilliant, glorious, and sacred fell from the sky and landed on Zhou Ning. The light then spread, illuminating the entire sky, completely dispersing the dark clouds and thunder and lightning, and the sky turned into daytime again.

"This……"

Grantham had just returned from the corpse run and was stunned when he saw this scene. Everything before him was like a dream, like a miracle. It was also the first time he saw this scene. As a plot fan, he could easily immerse himself in the epic plot and this sacred atmosphere. He found his voice inexplicably choked.

He didn't know why he was choking, but he still couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Damn, Gransham, you're not going to be beaten to tears by this boss, are you?" XB asked in shock.

"Bullshit, there's sand in my eyes." Grantham wiped his tears and said angrily.

His eyes were still fixed on the Sword of Promised Victory in Wayne Stewell's hand, watching it gradually brighten, its surface covered with a sacred, blazing white and almost purple flame. He watched the expression on Wayne Stewell's face filled with an indomitable determination.

Although it was the second time he saw this scene, Meredith's eyes were still filled with shock. Compared to the last time, the power of this miraculous item after it was unsealed was much greater than the last time, causing him, who was in the state of god at the moment, to shudder slightly.

A scale appeared in his hand and he raised it into the air. With the help of the power of the God of War, a beam of light fell from the sky and firmly locked onto the Pirate King, preventing him from escaping.

Across from him, Nyastra sensed the danger and roared, his body surging with green fel flames. He was not the primary target of judgment, so he was the first to break free. However, surprisingly, he did not make any move to escape. A ferocious, angry, and quite human anxiety even appeared on his face. He desperately tried to help the Pirate King escape the scope of judgment, and said in a low voice:

"Boss, let's go!"

"No, that's not necessary." Pirate King Zhou Ning also sensed a fatal crisis. He first looked up at the beam of light locked onto him, then looked at Nyastra with a gentle gaze, smiled and sighed, "A true king wouldn't choose to escape at this moment. It's not a loss to die at the hands of another self."

"This dream is over. It's almost time to start the second great dream."

Zhou Ning gritted his teeth, and before the light completely erupted, he pulled his hands back, then swung them forward suddenly:

"Ex-calibur!"

An extremely bright and dazzling beam of light gushed out forward like a torrent, completely submerging the Pirate King Zhou Ning. Nyastra still did not dodge, but instead roared angrily at Zhou Ning and stood in front of the Pirate King Zhou Ning without hesitation.

Everyone present couldn't help but shield their eyes with their fingers. The scene before them was too astonishing, too glorious. Through the cracks between their fingers, they could vaguely see Nyastra's massive body gradually dissolve and melt. The aftermath of this attack even penetrated their dreams, causing a violent tremor. Cracks suddenly appeared in the space before them.

Before the dream was about to completely collapse, Zhou Ning heard the last voice of the Pirate King Zhou Ning:

"As expected, fate is hard to reverse. You are really strong, my other self."

"But the real challenge is yet to come. Remember, sometimes what you see in your dreams may not be true."

A moment later, the second dream scene completely froze, then shattered into bizarre fragments.

Zhou Ning took back the Sword of Oath and Victory, and watched it transform into a bright beam of light and disappear in his hand, without saying a word.

"The evil god Nyastra would actually sacrifice himself for a human. This is truly an absurd dream that doesn't seem real enough!"