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At this moment, a meteor burning with a blazing white light fell from the sky.

Then a meteor streaked across the sky and fell to the ground, revealing the figure of Dolent wearing multiple crowns and the papal robes.

"Your Majesty Dorrent, are you still alive?" Victor Bennett on the side was alert at first, but after sensing the other party's powerful sunlight power, he couldn't hide the smile of surprise on his face.

Dolent nodded deeply and said:

"The great goddess saved me."

After landing, he glanced around, and the first thing he saw was the miraculous arrival of the Creator God of Light. He noticed the Creator God of Light's calmness, and his beautiful eyes turned to Zhou Ning, nodding in greeting.

"Is this His true form coming?" Dorrent's expression froze.

"No, it should still be a projection, but the power is of a very high nature, and it will definitely not be weaker than the great goddess. Looking at this situation, Wayne Stewell should be confirmed to be the one favored by the God of Light. He is really powerful..." Dolent sincerely admired in his heart.

Feeling the surprise, admiration, and incredible looks from the others, Zhou Ning took off his hat with extreme politeness, put it against his chest, and bowed slightly in return, even though he didn't know why the Creator God of Light nodded to him.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and he cast his gaze towards Wayne Stewell who was standing beside him.

Under His gaze, the little book began to flip restlessly.

"Who could have imagined that my master, Wayne Stewell, would directly reject the temptation of becoming a god? He even personally killed Charles VII, causing his own death in the real world."

"He should have known that most of the lives in this dream are fake. Even a protagonist like Wayne Stewell couldn't bring them into reality. And the opponent we are facing is a powerful righteous god! Is the so-called bottom line really that important?"

"Although true greatness in opera lies in the divine invincibility of a fragile mortal body, the reality is very bleak. Right now, our winning rate has fallen to rock bottom, hovering between 0% and 5%."

"The only one who could possibly bring about a reversal is the Dark Spider Mother. She is still lingering in the real world, and I have no choice but to blaspheme her name once again. Damn you, the great Dark Spider Mother!"

"Wait, what's going on? The win rate is starting to fluctuate. Now our win rate has reached 20%!"

"You are betraying me!" At this time, Charles I on the side showed an expression of unwillingness and anger on his face, and wanted to attack Wayne Sternwell.

The Ascension Ceremony had already reached nearly 80% of its completion, just one step away from the Charles royal family's family motto being elevated into authority. Even without relying on the Life Spirit Goddess, without becoming her subordinate family, they could still become a divine family.

Just a little bit different!

However, as Wayne Stewell glanced at him calmly, He immediately controlled His anger and regained His composure. With the Angel King's spiritual intuition, He sensed a strong, potentially fatal threat from Wayne Stewell. His feelings were unmistakable.

As long as He is alive, as long as the bloodline of the Charles royal family still exists, even if they fail this time, the Charles royal family still has a chance to revive.

But Charles II on the side didn't think too much. He swung his sword, recited the family motto, and attacked the opponent.

boom!

He exploded, turning into countless illusory fragments that fell to the ground and disappeared.

There was silence all around.

Wayne Stewell retracted his fist and ignored Charles I. Instead, he cast a calm, even slightly expectant gaze at Zhou Ning, the Creator God of Light in front of him.

Zhou Ning couldn't help but shrink his pupils. He was almost certain that the real One-Punch Man had just appeared. Although the creators might not be able to replicate One-Punch Man's limiter-breaking attack power due to lack of relevant knowledge, it was definitely extremely realistic.

Moreover, Zhou Ning could keenly sense that, perhaps due to the lack of relevant knowledge, according to the essence of power as understood by the Life Elf Goddess, the power of the Real One-Punch Man and the God King Odin seemed to be partially superimposed at this moment.

And in the next second, Zhou Ning saw another Wayne Stewell striding towards him. In an instant, he rushed in front of the Creator God of Light, then stretched out his arms and threw a punch with great determination.

With a sharp sonic boom, a large number of fine cracks suddenly appeared in the air! This serious punch almost shattered the entire dream space!

Can the Creator God of Light withstand the attacks of One Punch Man?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Zhou Ning suddenly felt the surroundings become unusually quiet. It was as if time had stood still.

The Creator God of Light across from him remained calm, his arms once again spread wide, as if to embrace the void before him. The golden wings that had once enveloped him behind him now unfolded layer by layer.

A huge pillar of blazing white, pure light filled with sacred flames collided with Wayne Sternwell's figure who was punching forward. Before the light completely exploded, they saw Wayne Sternwell's fist smash the front end of the huge pillar of light, and it seemed to hit the opponent's body.

A dazzling, blinding light suddenly burst forth, engulfing Wayne Stewell and completely covering the area in front of the Darkland Fortress. Even the others still fighting nearby couldn't help but close their eyes, their eyeballs burning with pain.

As his vision gradually returned, Wayne Stewell's body loomed and began to uncontrollably disintegrate. Then, his body lost its substance and transformed into countless starbursts. Only a black-covered book fell to the ground.

Before his death, Wayne Stewell let out an imperceptible sigh.

"What a pity! I still couldn't defeat fate."

"The fourth dream is even more dangerous, and it will affect my survival."

Across from him, Herakdi's expression remained calm, though few noticed that his ornate golden armor was slightly damaged. Pieces of illusory pale golden feathers drifted through the air. After a moment, he glanced at Zhou Ning once more and slowly vanished from the spot.

This scene has been recorded in the history of "Apocalypse".

After the death of the dream core, the third dream began to rapidly collapse. Cracks appeared in many places, and streams of green energy gushed out from the cracks. However, because this dream was too vast and too complete, accommodating too many real-life residents of Darkland, it did not completely collapse for a while.

"Holy crap, did you guys record the screen?"

"Nonsense, the whole thing must have been recorded. This fight is definitely going to be in the top ten of the game."

Silence reigned supreme. No one present had recovered from their shock. Even Dolent looked at Zhou Ning with a complicated expression. Only the players were whispering excitedly.

There was no doubt that the Starry Sky Church completely overwhelmed the Ascetic Church and the War God Church in this religious war, becoming the undisputed core of the Iron Triangle. Compared to his own mediocrity, Wayne Stewell undoubtedly turned the tide and saved the war.

Then He will have to give it His all in the next battle.

You killed Dreamseed Wayne Stewell (lv130), and gained 3752000 experience points.

"Honestly, my other self isn't that bad. But if it were me, even if I were reincarnated many times in dreams, I wouldn't lose myself. I would constantly fight against madness and myself. This is the daily life of this world's top extraordinary people."

Zhou Ning took a deep breath, squatted down, and picked up the small, broken book that had fallen to the ground. For some reason, this small, broken book, also formed by the power of dreams, did not disappear. His game panel was suddenly flooded with a series of system prompts.