Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

In the fifth dream, Archbishop Edward, who was staring at this scene, was stunned and even began to doubt his own eyes. He reached out to dig out his eyes, wiped them, and put them back in place.

The dream he was leading was changed in an instant, and he was pulled into an unfamiliar world, making all the backup plans he had prepared useless.

What's even stranger is that he sensed that the original dream still existed, and he couldn't even realize how the other party did it.

Wayne Stewell in front of him already made him feel quite threatened, and he even felt that he had the ability to confront him.

Archbishop Edward's face finally darkened. For the first time, he felt that things were getting out of his control.

Although the massive deaths following the end of the first three dreams had already brought his deification ritual to a close, who said life in dreams wasn't real life? All he had to do now was wait for the demise of a few gods, and the return of his godhood, before he could truly return to reality.

Of course, the godhead here is not godhead in the strict sense, but rather a brand in an abstract concept.

It was a belief generated by the beings in the dream, a godhead formed from the collective subconscious ocean of the beings in the dream. Although it contained many erroneous parts created by the conjectures of shallow-minded beings, it would cause the party that absorbed this godhead to suffer a mental breakdown and fall into madness.

But this had no effect on Him, because He was already mad, and He had an extremely clear understanding of the Godhead.

After a long period of planning, his destiny has become extremely clear, and the probability of his return is 100%.

But now even Archbishop Edward himself wasn't sure. With the Sun Goddess clearly not exerting her full strength and the God of War yet to truly descend, anything was still possible. The chances of a successful return had now dropped to 94%.

In fact, the outcome of this religious war is not important to God. Whether it is the sun or the god of war, what matters is only power and the possibility of becoming the old one.

Never overestimate the humanity of righteous gods.

Humans will never know that this is actually a game between gods.

Archbishop Edward clapped his hands lightly, and the next second, a long golden road with time scales stretched out in front of and behind him.

This is the long road that represents destiny!

These scales start from -500 and end abruptly in 1457. Meanwhile, countless paths of destiny are scattered around, and from a god's perspective, the paths are crisscrossed like a golden chessboard.

At this time, all the crossroads of fate are filled with a thick fog of fate, and fog hounds with fangs in their mouths and erratic figures appear and disappear in the fog of fate.

This means that even He Himself cannot accurately control His own destiny.

The depressed personality only lasted for a few seconds before it was suppressed, and Archbishop Edward's mouth curled up into a smile again:

"Even the Master of Fate cannot control his own destiny. This is the peculiarity of fate. But who gives them the confidence to defeat me in my dreams, in my kingdom of God?"

.........

In the fourth dream.

This shocking scene instantly caught everyone's attention. At the same time, many roaming gunners discovered that their weapons had lost their effectiveness and turned into scrap metal. On their status bars, a "First Emperor" icon with the relevant effect written on it appeared.

After reading the text description, everyone fell into a petrified state. This is so cool and awesome!

This...what did Wayne Stewell do again?

Smith Hall also looked over, opened his mouth, and then closed it. He saw Wayne Stewell wearing a strange black robe and multiple crowns, an extremely majestic figure; he saw densely packed soldiers in black armor raising their crossbows, and the arrows almost covered the sky.

Meredith opened the codex in his hand and recited the second law that could exist in the venue:

"The God of War said that it's impossible to dodge arrows here!"

A light like the dawn's rays emerged from the codex, radiating outwards. This effectively granted all arrows an unavoidable, guaranteed hit. The immediate effect wasn't very noticeable.

Seizing this opportunity, Dolent raised his right arm and solemnly declared in ancient Faric:

"God said it works!"

At the same time, nearly all the arrows were imbued with a light like the morning sun, entwining within them. These bows and crossbows were engraved with small magical arrays from the world of immortal cultivation, which could increase magical effects and attack power. With brilliant tails of flame, a large number of arrows instantly struck the Four Gods!

Wind! Strong wind!

A strong wind arose, and nothing was imperishable. These arrows seemed endless, and at the same time, they were blessed by the laws and the Holy Word, forming an impenetrable rain of arrows in the air, which fell down and caused serious injuries to the four gods in just an instant.

The worst off among them was the largest dragon lord, Angre. His thousand-meter-long dragon body also caused him to suffer the highest damage. After enduring three rounds of arrow rain, his blood volume dropped by nearly half in an instant, causing him to let out a deafening scream.

A large amount of golden divine blood gushed out, but at this moment, the furious "Dragon Lord" Angre opened his mouth again, and a terrifying suction force swallowed the arrows into his stomach, and then reflected them back at a thousand times the speed.

These arrows were also protected by the law and had a certain degree of certainty of hitting the target. Suddenly, a large number of players and even a large number of black-armored soldiers turned into light and flew away.

This is the power of devouring authority!

At the same time, the power of Alfred's previous wish that "blasphemers will be punished by God and wait for judgment on the cross" is still in effect. The small thoughts of making wishes have turned into twisted and paranoid obsessions, which have deeply eroded and tortured the minds of all enemies around him.

With the sound of clatter, clatter, crosses were erected once again across the wilderness and the surrounding fields, nailing those professionals who had failed the test to the cross.

"Seek death."

Zhou Ning ignored the little thoughts that tried to erode his mind, and cast a majestic and calm gaze at Alfred, then looked up at the sky. One minute was too short after all, so he directly chose to summon his residence, Afang Palace, from the other world. If necessary, he would summon his main city, Xianyang, and his Xian Qin Empire.

"Gather all the troops in the world and gather them in Xianyang. Melt down the arrows and forge them into twelve golden men, to weaken the people of the world."

"The six kings are gone, the four seas are one; the Shu Mountains are steep, and Afang rises. It covers over three hundred miles, blocking out the sun and the sky."

Over countless years, he hibernated heroes in Mount Li, forged a legion of puppet soldiers, and built a defense structure against extraterrestrial civilizations in synchronous orbit, called the "Great Wall."

After traveling through one world after another, he has achieved eternity.

A ruler who surpasses the Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors. This is the First Emperor, and I am him!

At the end of the sky, a massive mechanical fortress appeared, rapidly growing larger and larger, and began to shake the dreamland violently.