Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

But what exactly was the problem? Zhou Ning rubbed his brows and thought carefully.

The twelve workhouses marked in the mission had been completely cleared, and the "Completed" sign in the mission list said it all. The most likely scenario was that the enemy could perform the Ascendant Ritual without relying on the alchemy arrays in the workhouses.

is it possible?

Zhou Ning was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously pulled out the small, tattered book from the inventory and spread it out.

Before Zhou Ning could ask, lines of text appeared on it:

"Great Master, I sense that fate has undergone a subtle change. A familiar force is working against me."

"That must be another me, it was formed by the power of dreams. Although it has the advantage of home field, its power is not enough to overwhelm me. If it wants to hurt you, it must step over my corpse first. (Head held high)"

"I know what you're asking, and my answer is that you've indeed overlooked something. I've just observed this issue from the perspective of several newly formed destinies."

"In those fateful routes, the Chosen Ones destroyed a total of 10 to 12 workhouses. Including the four you and Leandro destroyed, there are 8 to 2 more workhouses than the original 4. What does this mean?"

"During the Docklands disaster two years ago, there were originally 18 workhouses. After you and the Daywatch destroyed them, only 12 remained. The person responsible for this was Sherlock Moriarty."

"But there's a real Sherlock in the dream, and he serves as the dream's cornerstone. So who can be sure that the remaining six have been destroyed? Who can be sure that the enemy in the dream can't send people to repair the alchemy arrays in those six workhouses? This logic shouldn't be problematic."

"There are less than two minutes left until the Docklands catastrophe. I can try to create a coincidence and see if I can destroy the remaining six workhouses. But this requires forcing a break from logic and may not succeed."

"This..." Zhou Ning read the text line by line, frowning a little. So that's how it is. There is nothing wrong with the little book's analysis. There are a total of eighteen workhouses in the dream. Leonardo's mission has misled his judgment.

"Your Majesty, what happened?"

Meredith and the others saw Zhou Ning's expression suddenly turn extremely ugly, and hurried over to look at the page in his hand. Then they couldn't help but secretly gasp.

There was only 1 minute and 30 seconds left on the Darkland catastrophe countdown. It was already too late. It was clearly impossible to stop this disaster on my own. As for this little book...

Zhou Ning looked at it and asked, "How are you going to destroy the workhouse? Is there anything I can do?"

After the flowers bloomed, a large number of golden words spelled out a message:

"Most High and Great Master, this is my job. I only hope that if I do something wrong one day you can forgive me!"

"Now please do your best to create a thunderstorm."

"Okay." Although he didn't know what the little book was going to do specifically, all Zhou Ning could do at this moment was to trust it.

Then lines of text appeared on it:

"Before the Dockland catastrophe began, the remaining few workhouses had not yet been destroyed. My master, Wayne Stewell, possessed the ability to create catastrophic weather. He created thunderclouds that could cover the entire city, and most of these thunderclouds happened to hit all six workhouses. Yes, exactly!"

"Although it's not very logical, coincidence is also part of fate."

After writing these contents, the originally shiny cover of the little book suddenly became dull.

Zhou Ning took a deep breath, raised and pulled his right hand, pulled the King of Heaven out of the void, and silently began to adjust the weather.

At this time, the sky was still dark, with a light breeze and thick fog around.

Even though the King of Heaven had long been unable to keep up with the version changes and could not create the most extreme weather, just like when he first entered the Kingdom of the World-Destroying Demon Wolf, what he had to do was not to change the weather, but to add fuel to the fire and amplify the intensity of the weather.

At this moment, the entire sky of Daklan suddenly turned dark, and silver-white electric snakes were faintly leaping among the clouds.

Zhou Ning mobilized the remaining power of wishing and said calmly:

"I hope a Docklands thunderstorm hits."

The intensity of this wish was even higher than the previous compound wish, causing Zhou Ning's wishing power to be completely drained away in an instant.

As the power of the wish resonated, Zhou Ning was suddenly enveloped by a burst of golden light. The surrounding space shook, and a majestic and vast power of wishes, both visible and invisible, surged out.

As if his words were spoken, layers of electric snakes appeared across the entire Darkland sky. The next second, hundreds of thick lightning bolts fell from the sky and struck down simultaneously, emitting a strong aura of destruction.

In the western suburbs, in the trade zone, on the Vic University campus, and on Iron Gate Street, they were all covered by electric snakes at the same time!

At this time in the Dakhlan Fortress.

At this moment, another small, tattered book was quietly opened, its pages flipping wildly, arranging an absurd and ridiculous opera. It also had insight into all of this. In a sense, this was a confrontation between two miraculous objects.

At this time, the right to use the little book still belonged to Carl Robbins. He stretched out his hand to open the book with a little uneasiness, and then he was stunned:

"Another book used Wayne Stewell's divine power to create coincidences, attempting to forcibly destroy the six alchemy arrays. It fears power and is an out-and-out bootlicker. But I'm not like that. I can abandon my host at any time."

"As a 'loyal' believer of the Goddess and Wayne Stewell's nemesis, Carl Robbins was undoubtedly willing to sacrifice everything for the Goddess. This insignificant being sacrificed his entire life force, and the resulting energy fluctuations successfully attracted the attention of a powerful being. This originally dormant deity had long existed as a dream seed on the Dream Island."

"Haha, she is the Dark Spider Mother Matalita. The only vessel suitable for her divine descent right now—Joshua Lambert's mistress, Marilyn—is currently in charge of guarding a certain workhouse. Holy crap! This divine descent just happened to allow Matalita to block a few lightning bolts!"

"This is actually very illogical, and involves too many levels of cause and effect, but I can sacrifice myself at any time in my dreams, and the great goddess will regenerate me and give me real life."

"No, you can't do this! Wayne Stewell, save me!" Carl Robbins' face showed a look of extreme horror, but then his body was completely sucked dry. White flames also appeared on the surface of the small, tattered book, and began to burn fiercely.

Wayne Stewell, who was wearing a white windbreaker, ignored Carl Robbins and looked up at the sky with a complicated expression on his face.

There is less than a minute left until the countdown to the Docklands Cataclysm begins.

"Are you ready?" Colin Strachey asked in a deep voice.

"Brexton is ready to sacrifice everything." Charles VII gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist and responded without hesitation.

At this time, the intertwined thunder and lightning had reached its peak, and electric snakes fell madly. In a poorhouse near the trade zone, Marilyn looked at the thunderclouds that were falling from the sky. She was about to give up this place and escape into a street, but at this moment, an evil and powerful breath of a god was rapidly descending along with a pillar of light.

Marilyn happened to be enveloped by the beam of light, and her body suddenly became huge. Four illusory spider legs grew on both sides, and tiny tentacles were fluttering.

Bolts of lightning struck him without reservation, charring his body and sending him shuddering. Then, a gentle breeze blew from beneath him, and he silently crawled away.