Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

"This..." Everyone couldn't help but gasp, their eyes filled with fear and shock. Even the Angel King Meredith, who was relatively expressionless, was like this.

In his impression, the biggest limitation of dreams is that one needs to collect enough dream cornerstones to construct a dream that is real enough, or absurd enough, in order to influence enough people.

For a super-large dream like the Darkland Catastrophe, the number of dream cornerstones required is even more terrifying.

In addition, druids are required to collect dream materials from dreams and create a large number of dream seeds to plant in dreams, becoming one major character after another with powerful strength in the dream.

For example, the Wayne Stewell before him was clearly a collection of dream material from two different dreams: the Docklands Disaster and the Phantom of Hood Island. The former could have come from an eyewitness of the Docklands Disaster, while the latter could only have come from Archbishop Edward himself.

These dream seeds are constructed based on the dreamer's knowledge, thinking, and understanding, and it's possible that the resulting dream seeds' abilities are completely different from the actual ones. For example, true god seeds must come from the dreams of gods, or at least from the dreams of a few angel kings, as only those at this level can partially understand the power of true gods.

When a dreamer fails to understand the power of dream seeds, the materials they gather or the dream seeds they create will inevitably be absurd and distorted, and their strength may not be high. For example, a dream seed of a righteous god created by a demigod will inevitably be distorted. This distortion may not be in appearance; it is very possible that the dream seed may appear to be a righteous god, but in reality it is a clown with only superficial appearances.

Therefore, the more powerful the dream, the higher the upper limit of the dream seed power produced, and the longer it takes to produce, but it cannot exceed the power of the owner of the dream authority, that is, Archbishop Edward himself.

Take Cumberland for example. His dream authority is actually shared with Archbishop Edward, so there is a possibility of planting powerful seeds.

The creator of this multiple dream is Archbishop Edward. According to established logic, the power of the Creator God of Light who is descending before his eyes cannot possibly surpass Archbishop Edward himself, which means that his status and strength must be weaker than that of a true god.

But just looking at the powerful aura before him, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was at the level of a true god...

Under the stunned gaze of everyone present, in the dazzling light that made it impossible to open one's eyes, a figure wearing golden armor and with golden wings spread out on both sides of the body appeared on the spot.

It is obvious that Archbishop Edward cannot truly understand the summoning mechanism of the Creator God of Light. He only knows that Wayne Sternwell has demonstrated this ability and can only make the reality illusory and distorted.

Like the red dragon from the second level, the Creator God of Light before him was slightly distorted, like graffiti. Its originally golden armor was covered with twisted cracks, and light and green mist derived from illusory symbols continuously emanated from it. It was indescribably absurd.

Yet, the overwhelming power of "His" made everyone's heart sink, and even their thoughts were unbridled. These illusory symbols represented many real phenomena within and outside of dreams, indescribable and beyond description.

"Fuck, this is the God of Creation of Light created in my dream!"

In the silent silence, this twisted creator god of light suddenly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up on his twisted face. A huge, magnificent and dazzling golden ball of light swirled and grew in his arms.

Zhou Ning couldn't help but frown. Although he hadn't reached the level of a true god, considering the lack of relevant knowledge, it was impossible for him to have unlimited attack power when he created him, and it was impossible to achieve the effect of clearing the field. However, everyone present, including Zhou Ning at this moment, still felt a strong sense of unease.

Meredith's eyes revealed an obvious, instinctive fear. He lifted the scales in his hands and eagerly recited the holy words from the Codex of the God of War:

"God, please listen to my words and make the power of kingship ineffective. Please protect your believers as the apple of your eye, and hide us under the shadow of your wings."

As these words from Chapter 7, Section 7 of the Code of War were recited, the sky shook dramatically, gravity quickly returned to normal, and everyone fell down at the same time, landing heavily on the ground. A huge light shield descended from the sky, enveloping everyone.

At that moment, an incomparably magnificent, pure, and extravagantly large pillar of light, carrying a scorching airflow, gushed out from between the twisted hands of the Creator God of Light and rushed towards everyone around him. Even the wretched brother was not spared.

Perhaps because the dreamer had such a deep impression of this scene, this beam of light carried an extremely strong aura of destruction, even the light was perfectly replicated, covering everything around it. In the vision of everyone present, the entire field of vision was instantly occupied by the intense light.

Then with a loud "bang", the huge light shield shattered. At the same time, all the players in the square died collectively and turned into white light and flew away. A large number of their own super-class professionals instantly evaporated and disappeared in the light column. Akado, Gol D. Roger, and Virgil, who was already seriously injured, were instantly annihilated.

"No!"

Leonardo, who was at the peak of demigod status, could not help but look as pale as death. At the same time, Esdeath, who was close to being a demigod, Smith Hall, who had just become a demigod, and Elsa all died at the same time under the beam of light before they could even take defensive postures.

Even Jasmine, Stuart Crow and other angels were injured and their bodies were shaky.

Although the Dream Seed could not truly understand the summoning mechanism and damage ability of the Creator God of Light, this amazing attack still created a half-clearing effect.

This is God's authority, this is God's power! It can basically simulate the strength He believes in.

Almost at the same time, a meteor burning with a blazing white light fell from the sky.

The meteor streaked across the sky and fell to the ground.

boom!

The meteor fell heavily to the ground, creating a hole, and a figure appeared inside the meteor.

It was Doront, wearing multiple crowns and papal vestments.

After seeing this scene, the Angel King, who was not tall and had a relatively ordinary appearance, did not hesitate at all. His body expanded rapidly, showing a light man form similar to the one when he used the Crown of Sunlight before.

It is a mythical creature that can guide sunlight and provide comprehensive bonuses to all ascetic spells.

No, it can't be like this. Zhou Ning took a deep breath. It was obvious that he couldn't accept everything in front of him.

Now, the time He has left in this world is almost up. Continuously manipulating time in a short period of time will increase the burden on his body, further shortening the time He can maintain. But at this time, He can no longer care about so many things and can only choose to trust His true self.

"Need to go back 2 minutes and 47 seconds."

Zhou Ning reached out to hold his hat, silently raised his head, and deep in the pupil of his left eye, the shadow of an illusory clock once again emerged. The hour and second hands began to reverse.

Wayne Stewell's expression was somewhat solemn, but the small, tattered book in his hand became increasingly cheerful, and the handwriting he wrote was particularly lively:

"Yes, that's it. The long-standing feud has come to an end, and this grand opera is about to come to an end."

Before I could even type the exclamation point at the end of the sentence, its cover was frozen in time.

The pages of the tattered book flipped forward, and the Dark Spider Mother and Nyastra, charging towards them, retreated into the distance. Dolent transformed into a dazzling meteor and hurtled back into the air. The absurdly large and magnificent pillar of light receded like a tide, returning to the hands of the Creator God of Light. All those who perished in this blow came back to life, and the twisted Creator God of Light once again dispersed into three mythical gods. The Winged Dragon of the Sun, displaying its graceful form, returned to its egg and vanished into the air.

Time froze at the moment when the complete form of Susanoo pounced on the Giant God Soldier, and then began to walk again.

"I'll leave it to you next, I!"

At this moment, the time traveler's duration just ended, and Zhou Ning slowly opened his eyes with determination, as if there was a flame burning in his eyes.

The time traveler has earned himself two chances to start over, and this is the last chance. He still has two choices. One is to summon the Creator God of Light first and use the Creator God of Light to fight against the opponent's Creator God of Light.

Another option is to follow the previous idea and use the Immortal Qin Lord Possession Card to crush the opponent.