Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Whether it was two years ago or now, the royal family of the Kingdom of Braxton had always played an ignominious role. Because of their ill-timed ambitions, countless people had died tragically. Now, only by completely defeating them and destroying the so-called dream of the gods could humanity have the right to dream.

Yes, isn’t it just a daydream to want to save Dockland and all the people who died in the disaster based solely on human imagination?

The authority of the Life Spirit Goddess was destiny. If destiny destined him to successfully complete the ritual and return to reality, or destined him to fail, then he would personally attend this feast of fate.

In his previous life, Zhou Ning once read this sentence:

The hymn of humanity is a hymn of courage, and the greatness of humanity is the greatness of courage. Isn't it this "golden spirit" of perseverance and unyielding pursuit that people like me, Leandro, and all other human beings strive for?

There are only 8 minutes left before the time traveler's possession ends. Zhou Ning stands on the shoulder of "Dirty Brother" and looks forward calmly, giving people a feeling of loneliness and freedom.

During these years, he has traveled the world, faced various dangerous and powerful enemies, and saved the world from various world-destroying crises time and time again.

What a wonderful story. As for the outcome of this battle and whether he could win in the end, he had no time to think about it, nor was he too lazy to think about it.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Stewell!" Leonardo's voice came from not far away. He ran over from the other side of the trade zone. He smiled brightly at Zhou Ning, patted his chest hard, and then followed him.

Zhou Ning also smiled at him and patted his chest.

The city was now shrouded in a thin mist, appearing and disappearing. A sun shower, common in Docklands, began to fall from the sky. The rain was not heavy at first, but later it became a rainstorm surrounded by mist, dark clouds, sunshine, thunder and lightning.

In the thick fog, one can see that this place is not too far from the Darklan Fortress. Because he stands very high, he is particularly conspicuous. Unknowingly, many people have seen him, saluted him one by one, and followed him consciously.

There were Meredith, Stuart Crow, Jasmine, Leandro and Smith Hall who had just rushed back, Victor Bennett, and Zhou Ning's clone Bruce Wayne. With heartfelt greetings and salutes, they also returned to the team with their professional teams.

Although Dorrent and Gallup III are gone, from the first dream to now, our team is the most complete.

Not far away, players clenched their fists, their excitement uncontrollable. The scene was so passionate, like a volcano erupting. If it were accompanied by a more exciting soundtrack, it would be straight out of a hot-blooded comic book scene where allies gather to take on an evil boss!

Ahead, the Darklan Fortress stood not far away, waiting for the thread of fate to gradually lead Zhou Ning here.

In the first dream, the ending of Darklan Fortress being burned down by Liu Ren Ruohuo was not reflected here. With Zhou Ning's eyes, he could already see everything clearly in the distance through the fog.

While running, Zhou Ning frowned slightly, and everyone raised their heads at the same time.

They saw that in the area previously obscured by fog, directly above the Darkland Fortress, countless spiritual points of light were still gathering, suspended and gathering masses of black lightning. One after another, illusory figures emerged from the Darkland Fortress and soared into the void, circling and spinning as they flew into the deep darkness.

The darkness was slowly spreading outwards.

This is a strange combination of loneliness, hatred, and darkness! The Ascendant Ritual is still going on!

Zhou Ning looked up at the black lightning in the sky and the blood ball that was slowly floating, taking shape, and expanding in the air. His expression gradually became fierce.

If the ritual is allowed to continue, the Darkland catastrophe will still be inevitable.

At this time, not far away, a blue monster covered with mysterious patterns was standing outside the city. Although its body was not as tall as the wretched brother, it was filled with the divine aura of tyranny and destruction.

Obelisk's Giant God Soldier!

And on the high city wall, several tall figures were surrounding Charles VII, absorbing the violent energy.

Zhou Ning narrowed his eyes slightly. In just a few seconds, his body had expanded a lot, and his height exceeded fifteen meters. Half of his face had completely turned into a mythical creature, becoming abstract, magical, incomprehensible, and difficult to look directly at. A dark golden light flowed in his eyes.

To the left of Charles VII was the wise king Charles I who had appeared in the first dream. But this time, the wise king with a crown and a neat mustache was far more real than in the first dream. He placed his hand on the rapier at his waist with a solemn expression.

To the right of Charles VII was himself, wearing a white trench coat and a hat of the same color. Another Wayne Stewell stood in the rain, smiling silently at Zhou Ning. He was holding a book with a black cover in his hand, and his expression was a little lonely.

Behind them were two angels from the Ashram and the Life Alchemy Association, as well as a large number of demigods from the royal family and other churches.

The next second, the book in his hand flipped open without a breeze, and lines of text appeared on it:

"The real decisive battle has begun. What is certain is that if Wayne Stewell doesn't have the right trump card, we will be the only winners of this battle. Wayne Stewell is a troublemaker who has offended too many people in the past."

"Among them, Valentine, the Weather Lord, and Edin, the one favored by God, whom he had offended the most, arrived in Darkland and entered the dreamland at this time. Considering that over 70% of the residents in Darkland have already entered the dreamland, and considering that the Sea God has formed an alliance with the Great Goddess, it is logical that he would receive help from the dreamland!"

At this moment, a thick, silver-white lightning bolt pierced the deep sky and crashed to the ground, transforming into the sallow-faced, tall figure of Valentine. Not far away, Edin, a Divine Favored One of the Angel King level, also appeared in the distance, raising his scepter.

A beam of light descended, instantly transporting a group of powerful Poseidon Church believers. They were the Poseidon Church's extraordinary team—the Heart of the Ocean.

Seeing his helpers appear one after another, Wayne Stewell on the opposite side also jumped off the city wall and stood on the shoulders of the Obelisk Giant Warrior, looking at Zhou Ning from afar:

"Finally we meet, the other me."

Zhou Ning raised his chin slightly, subconsciously stood up straight, and said lightly:

"Since we are one and the same, there is really no need to fight. I believe you would not want to see Darkland destroyed again."

Wayne Stewell on the opposite side shook his head with a complicated look:

"I'm sorry, but I'm not you. I've seen Darklan destroyed too many times. I've seen old Turin shoot himself time and time again, and I've seen John turn into the undead time and time again. I've witnessed so many failures that I've become numb."

"Dreams aren't some timed escape game. For me, they're endless torture. Both mentally and mentally. In this world, you've experienced pain once, but I've experienced it countless times."

"My only thought right now is to get out of here at all costs. I don't actually want to kill you, but the situation right now is that only one of you or me can return to reality. If only one person can survive this destined ending, it must be me."

"No one wants to live more than I do. Because I've seen real nightmares. Instead of repeating and recurring in nightmares endlessly, it's better to burn myself completely here, right now."

It's a shame, but if you put yourself in their shoes and imagine the same tragedy repeating itself a million times, your sanity level would drop rapidly just by imagining it. Zhou Ning sighed and patted the wretched man's shoulder.

Despite his fear and trembling legs and feet, under the threat of the little man on his shoulder, the wretched brother let out a desperate and painful howl, closed his eyes and rushed forward. When he was less than 30 meters away from the opponent, Zhou Ning stepped on the wretched brother's shoulder and shot out like lightning.