Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

As mentioned before, over countless years, the Time Traveler has traveled through countless worlds and has had various incarnations, each with its own past and its own ever-expanding history. In a sense, he himself does not even fully understand what happened to these incarnations in the past and in their extended history.

He can also drag identities from different timelines into this world, creating a situation where he can outnumber others and outnumber others, similar to the Thirteenth Bullet, except that the latter is random, while the former can be arbitrarily designated. Yhwach is one of the more powerful ones among them.

The reason why he didn't use this ability when facing the Dark Spider Mother before was because dragging these identities into this world would increase his burden, resulting in a shorter time he could stay in this world.

The Dark Spider Queen Matalita is not worthy of her full strength.

As soon as he landed, Yhwach raised his right hand and summoned a huge spiritual bow in mid-air with many arrows shaped like giant spears attached to it. It was brilliant and majestic.

With a light snap of his fingers, countless small sacred arrows imbued with spiritual energy shot out in all directions.

A large number of activated small hurricanes surging towards this side were the first to be hit. They were pierced by the small sacred arrows, and then bursts of blue flames burned them directly.

The rest of the small holy arrows hit different enemies, leaving a deep, burning wound on the Obelisk's Giant God Soldier, the Osiris's Sky Dragon, the activated hurricane rushing towards this side, and the activated Darklan Bell Tower.

In mid-air, the Sky Dragon of Osiris, who was circling in the thunderclouds, let out a scream. White balls of electricity quickly emerged from his mouth, scattering like flowers from the sky and falling downwards.

Summon thunder bomb!

This breath was not comparable to the twisted red dragon with a strong false aura in the second dream. It almost achieved the purpose of clearing the field instantly. Even the underwater sinking star had only mediocre attack power. All the players' vision turned black and white at the same time, and they turned into light and flew away in an instant. Even some super-class professionals from the three major churches were instantly turned into charcoal, leaving traces of charred human bodies on the ground.

Faced with the emergency, Jasmine also activated her angel form at this time. Her face was covered with a pure golden full-face mask, and golden starlight spread on her robe. She used all her strength to perform healing spells and various blessings to heal the injuries of others.

At the same time, his healing effect was transformed into whips with sacred colors, which severely whipped the surrounding enemies.

This is the angelic form He possesses after becoming an angel again, which can greatly increase His abilities in healing and holy words!

"It would be nice if there were magnet warriors." Jasmine said a little depressedly. Don't ask how he knew this, this is his dark history.

On the other side, Smith Hall was right next to the Darklan Clock Tower, trying to use the law to weaken the surrounding activation effect. He first withstood the thunder bomb, and then felt a burning breath passing by him. He turned his head and found that a silver-white light arrow just brushed past his nose, causing a terrifying collapse on the Darklan Clock Tower. He was almost scared to death.

He could even smell the burnt hair!

At this moment, perhaps because so many people had died in that instant, Smith Hall's vision went dark. He realized that the ground around him had been filled with a pitch-black, strange liquid. It flowed toward the center and quickly condensed, forming a massive black body. It quickly took shape and transformed into a familiar figure, burning with green fel flames.

Smith Hole's scalp suddenly tingled, his pupils dilated, and tiny blood vessels popped out. He could hardly contain the sudden surge of fear in his heart. Just a single encounter had already slightly tainted him.

He felt like he was reading a horror novel. In just two hours, the ancient evil god Nyastra descended for the second time!

This is really a nightmare! No, Smith Hall is now instinctively afraid of the word nightmare, fearing that everything he experienced today will become the material of the other person's dream again. This will never end, and the world will be destroyed sooner or later.

Compared to the second dream, this Nyastola, though of a lower rank, was more realistic and more accurately demonstrated the power of the Ancient God. The moment he appeared, all the low- and mid-level professionals around him began to mutter incoherently. Some even went mad and turned their attacks on the others.

It wasn't until this point that the true religious war began. Professionals from various churches unleashed their extraordinary abilities to attack one another, angels against angels, demigods against demigods, fierce battles ensued. However, the tide of battle inevitably swung in each side's favor.

In this indescribable chaotic scene, even though no one was watching, the little tattered book in Wayne Stewell's hand became even more excited. It continued to write on the page:

"Very good, very good. Another powerful being seeking revenge on Wayne Stewell has sensed this place and has come nearby, attempting to enter the dream world."

Having written this, the little book looked a little depressed, and then continued writing:

"Who is he? It's actually the real Dark Spider Mother Matalita. He awakened in a cave deep in the Mordoric Swamp and saw what happened two years ago. He wants revenge on Wayne Stewell! Damn! As a god, he can't even find the entrance to the dream world. His intelligence is conservatively estimated to be only 5. He left here and continued to wander the real world."

"What could have been a 95.3% win rate is now only %. This is far too unstable."

The little book became listless again, as if it had suffered a major blow and consumed a lot of strength.

In the air, Colin Strachey stood on Osiris's sky dragon at some point, flying in circles in the sky above Darkland. His activation ability gradually spread to all parts of the city as he flew farther and farther.

Trees, houses, streetlights, furniture, and roadside shops all became alive, growing arms and legs to join the battle. The scene was extremely chaotic.

At this moment, accompanied by the noisy sound of the wind, the Darkland Bell Tower and the activated hurricane rushed to Zhou Ning's left and right in an instant. The surrounding air waves were surging, and the huge shadow almost blocked the surrounding light.

With a dull thud, a large tree near Zhou Ning was swept into the air and broke into two pieces with a snap.

At this moment, a huge blue wall of light quickly emerged under the feet of Yhwach, and blue light pillars with mysterious runes were erected in the air.

A Tribute to the Holy Land!

This is an ability from Yhwach, and it is also a great defensive spell of the Quincy that combines offense and defense. Once the enemy steps into this area, they will be shot to death by endless holy arrows!

At this moment, countless dark blue sacred arrows of destruction condensed in the air, carrying blue flames and shooting towards the Darklan Clock Tower and the Activated Hurricane as if endless.

As one arrow after another passed through, the activated hurricane shattered into countless small hurricanes, triggering a new round of sacred arrows of destruction. As the Heddlestone bell rang, the activated Dockland bell tower finally lost its life, fell heavily to the ground, and collapsed completely.

Zhou Ning did not stop at this time and was still pulling people out from the void. This time it was a man wearing a red hat and a red coat.