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After six or seven seconds, Meredith finally broke the silence and said softly:

"You reminded me that even though they are both Angel Kings, I really can't tell the real from the fake just by looking with my naked eyes."

"In an extremely realistic dream, there's almost no difference between truth and falsehood. This is why the fake Mr. Gallup was able to pull off a successful sneak attack. However, if you listen carefully, you can still see subtle differences."

"No matter how real the dream is, the strength of the real person and the dream seed will never be exactly the same. The impression of Him will always be slightly higher or lower based on the dream material."

He paused and looked at Zhou Ning:

"I believe that you, like me, should be able to distinguish the true from the false if you are careful and vigilant."

"If the other party is a fake Mr. Gallup, take action immediately."

Zhou Ning was silent for a moment and nodded. This was indeed a blind spot in his knowledge, but after Meredith said this, he could often tell the truth from the false.

As Zhou Ning had anticipated, several progress reports on destroying the workhouse appeared on the way to the old city. It seemed the mission wasn't as difficult as he'd imagined. In less than 15 minutes, the progress had already reached 7/12.

Just like two years ago, all manner of negative energy was now completely unleashed throughout Darkland City, reeking of blood and doom. The previous suppression efforts by the three extraordinary teams in various areas of Darkland seemed to have had little effect.

At this time, Zhou Ning noticed that on the road, there were weak angel-level spider phantoms crawling around in the city, creating blood and killing.

The so-called weak angel level is like the projection of a beast god, with only low-level angel status, relying solely on instinct to fight. With Zhou Ning's current strength, such a being can be killed without any injury.

Not far away is an orphanage, and just ahead, a familiar-looking little girl is being chased by a cultist, and she is naively approaching a spider phantom.

It was the little girl he had seen several times before, the little girl who had become a ghost. She was now stained with a great deal of bad luck, and a faint, nauseating aura of death lingered around her. She also wore a familiar hat on her head.

Is death her fate?

Zhou Ning glanced over there from a distance, tiptoed, and rushed over without hesitation. The surface of his body was covered with purple-blue spiritual energy, and he immediately turned into an angel form.

A white gust of wind and air suddenly erupted from the ground. In a split second, Zhou Ning's casual glance pinned the cultist to the ground. Then, the mythical creature's direct assault transformed him into a swarm of insects. This was the mythical creature's unbridled dominance over ordinary transcendents.

Zhou Ning bent down, picked up the little girl with his left hand, and then jumped up again. His black windbreaker was lifted high by the wind like a cloak. He then stretched out his finger in the air and pointed at the nearby spider shadow, changing the other party's state from shadow to nothingness.

Without even glancing at the spider's phantom, Zhou Ning landed on the ground with a "thump", patted the little girl's head, and said gently:

"Go hide in a nearby house, you'll be safe soon."

Behind him, the spider shadow froze for six or seven seconds, and then disappeared quietly as if being erased by an eraser.

The little girl raised her head and looked at Zhou Ning, tears welling up in her eyes. She bit her lip and tried not to cry.

"But, but my parents are dead. Uncle, can you take me with you?"

"Huh..." Zhou Ning let out a slow breath. Why did it feel like so many people's fates were worse than the Darkland disaster? This was a real dream, but it also tested his resolve and his humanity. He couldn't stay here, and he couldn't take the little girl away, unless Leandro's fantasy came true.

He brought the little girl into a vacant house nearby, smiled, and made a pinky promise with her:

"Okay, you stay here for now. I'll come back for you when this is over. I promise."

"By the way, what's your name?"

The little girl said timidly, "My name is Sylvia."

Zhou Ning nodded and silently made a wish:

"I hope Sylvia can become lucky."

He then snapped his fingers, making the wish come true.

"Although His Majesty Stowell is mysterious and powerful, he is such a gentle person!" Elsa whispered to Esdeath.

"What is gentleness? Is strength important?" Esdeath looked at Elsa as if she was a fool. If the other party had not been so generous and kept treating her to food, she would not have bothered to pay attention to her.

When Zhou Ning returned to the street with an expressionless face, Jasmine looked at him and said:

"Are you really going to take her away? But she's just an unknown character in a dream. What if the dream can't be reflected in reality?"

Zhou Ning said calmly:

"The only option left is to give up. There's a saying in my hometown: Be prepared for the worst and make the best effort."

“As long as you have tried your best, you will not regret it.”

"This is Wayne Stewell. Even after becoming the King of Angels, his divinity still does not suppress his humanity. Perhaps only such an existence has the best chance of becoming a god." Meredith seemed to have a new understanding of Wayne Stewell at this moment, and thought silently.

Around the corner was a workhouse. There were no strong guards inside and there were corpses everywhere. At the entrance, Zhou Ning saw the corpse of a familiar middle-aged woman.

Marilyn's mother.

"May your souls rest in peace. The great goddess will protect you in heaven." Stuart Crow looked around and recited with a compassionate expression.

It was Stuart Crow who then used his magic to destroy the workhouse, bringing the progress to 9/12. There were still 3 progress points left to complete the mission.

Zhou Ning took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was 5:35 pm, and the countdown to the Dockland disaster had begun in 14 minutes.

Open the game panel, and each mission location is marked on the map. The ones that have not been completed yet are a poorhouse near the eastern suburbs that Leonardo is responsible for, and a poorhouse near the underground market in the old city that he is responsible for.

There's still one unfinished dock area in the XB team's area. 14 minutes is definitely enough time!

At this time, on the streets of the old city, Zhou Ning noticed that under a street lamp in the distance, an elderly man wearing a gorgeous crown and a black robe was standing there, looking at Zhou Ning and others with a smile on his face. Beside him stood an unfamiliar female angel from the Church of War.

"She is Helen, the chairperson of the internal council of the Church of the God of War. Her authority is equal." Meredith said in a low voice.

Because his observation Haki was severely restricted in the dream, Zhou Ning and the others approached with a little caution. When they were about 15 meters away, Zhou Ning shook his head, stopped, looked at the other party calmly, and silently recited:

"A thundering chariot, a crack in the spinning wheel, after despair, the light clusters gather and split into six. Binding Path 61: Six-Staff Light Prison!"

The brilliant light from his palm popped out one after another, turning into huge and dazzling light pieces that fell from the sky and landed on Gallup III's head.

Then, silently, under Zhou Ning's feet, a blue light shot up into the sky, and a huge magic circle began to slowly rotate.

Just a moment later, an extremely vast and huge beam of light whizzed down from the sky like a falling star!

The dazzling light enveloped the sky and the earth.

Super-level magic: Skyfall! A powerful magic from the previous world.

Zhou Ning did not give the other party any chance, nor did he want to waste any time. When he sensed that the other party's strength was obviously weaker than the previous Gallup III, he directly used his most powerful ability.