Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Compared with two years ago, the weather tides in Xilin Town showed signs of expanding slightly. Zhou Ning even saw an Ice Lord who was less than demigod level wandering around in a swaggering manner. Several town guards were holding their weapons, looking a little at a loss.

With a subtle frown, Zhou Ning used his rudimentary power of fate to briefly assess the danger before heading towards the entrance of the meteorological tide. From a distance, the Ice Lord suddenly collapsed, disintegrating, as if crushed into a biscuit by sheer force.

"Are you His Majesty Stewell?" After a brief moment of stunned silence, a small town guard recognized Zhou Ning and asked with a little excitement.

"It's me." Zhou Ning was not surprised that the other party recognized him, and nodded.

"Since it's you, then there's no problem. Salute to you!"

This is where Legendary Points come in. Zhou Ning's Legendary Points have reached 20, making him a household name, especially in the former territory of the Kingdom of Bryston. This gives him a powerful bonus in negotiations with NPCs.

Zhou Ning nodded slightly, nodded to several guards, and then stepped into the weather tide.

Zhou Ning was no stranger to this place. The scene before him remained the same as he remembered, blanketed in heavy snow. However, unlike his first visit, the temperature within the weather tidal zone seemed even lower. A crescent moon hung in the sky, and ice and snow demon insects and elemental monsters roamed everywhere.

The scene before me reminded me of the second version of the game in my previous life, the Elemental Wars version. The slogan of that version was:

"Beneath the moon, amidst the biting north wind, the elemental gates opened wide, and the deafening sound of war drums rang out."

Of course, this version is destined to no longer appear.

Zhou Ning went all the way forward into the meteorological tide, and encountered a hurricane of not very strong intensity and intermittent acid rain, which he easily avoided. After walking for a while, he saw the familiar half-collapsed ruins. The Temple of Death was in the deepest part of the ruins.

At the same time, there were still some undead wandering around in this ruin. Most of the undead maintained their appearance in life, walking around in gorgeous clothes, as if living in a different dimension. From Zhou Ning's current perspective, this place seemed to contain elements of dreams or time.

Zhou Ning narrowed his eyes and continued to go deeper, arriving at the Temple of Death after about twenty minutes. Zhou Ning stood silently for a moment, assessing the danger again, and then stepped into the temple.

The scene ahead was still nothing special, except...

Zhou Ning's pupils shrank slightly. As no one had been in or out for a long time, a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the ground. At this moment, there was a row of clearly visible footprints at the entrance leading to the interior of the temple.

Could it be that someone entered here not long ago?

Walking through the deep corridors covered with murals, passing through the collection halls and the stele forest with a large number of "living statues", Zhou Ning subconsciously stopped and glanced at the words on the stele.

"My masterpiece: Archibald... a simple fool, a man who believed lies, a man who stood up for justice but ultimately betrayed it. Quite interesting."

After going through so many things, Zhou Ning had a slight understanding of the past. He was not disgusted with Archibald. He shook his head and chose to go deeper.

About five minutes later, Zhou Ning heard the heavy footsteps again.

A familiar black shadow walked out from the depths of the corridor, holding a rune sword nearly 2 meters long in his hand.

Archibald.

It seems that my previous guess was correct. There are indeed elements related to dreams or the realm of time here.

Archibald turned his head, and his blood-red eyes flickered slightly under his hood, as if confirming the identity of the visitor.

But Zhou Ning had already approached silently, his five fingertips quietly ignited by a crimson flame. When their figures crossed, his black windbreaker swayed slightly, and he swung his fist and struck out.

Before Archibald could even make a sound, his health bar quickly emptied and he collapsed to the ground.

Snapped!

Zhou Ning took a step forward without even looking back, and walked out of the corridor. In front of him was an area he had never stepped into before.

Ahead is a deep staircase leading downwards, which must be the lower level of the Temple of Death.

When he reached the stairs, Zhou Ning felt a bone-chilling cold wind coming from the front, as if it was enough to freeze a person in place.

At the same time, with the blessing of the authority of the god of death, the front was filled with thick black fog. The fog seemed to be filled with countless strange figures. Those were the servants of the god of death, souls who were resurrected from the depths of the spiritual world with the help of the power of the authority of death.

Zhou Ning calmly pressed his hat with his left hand, straightened up, and walked down the stairs. He felt a stronger icy force surging towards him.

That should be a powerful female undead spirit that he encountered in the final stage of his exploration of the temple.

Zhou Ning's expression remained unchanged, except that a black revolver appeared in his palm. He was not impatient and calmly loaded two extraordinary bullets into it.

Two seconds later, a blurry female ghost suddenly pounced towards Zhou Ning, with a large number of crystal clear ice crystals flashing around it.

This is a powerful undead spirit that is close to the level of an angel, but for me at this moment, it is nothing.

Zhou Ning simply stretched out his hand and lightly tapped it. When their figures crossed, the body of the resentful spirit disappeared inch by inch from the spot.

She was wiped out by Zhou Ning using the World Beyond Heaven.

Zhou Ning didn't stop and continued to descend. At the bottom of the stairs was a dark hall. As he stepped into the dark hall, Zhou Ning felt his life force constantly draining away. It seemed as if something was attacking him.

"That's all."

Zhou Ning shook his head, paused, and made a sincere wish to himself:

"I said, let there be light."

After making the wish, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Then, suddenly, rays of light with a slightly sacred feel fell from the sky in the hall, illuminating the entire hall. Dozens of transparent shadows and resentful spirits appeared in the air, and then burned, emitting sharp wailing sounds.

The hall was filled with similar transparent shadows and resentful spirits. In the middle was a bone altar, engraved with symbolic symbols of death, magical signs, and strange patterns.

According to the occult knowledge granted by the authority of knowledge, this is the altar used by the Death Cult to summon the descent of the God of Death. After offering three sacrifices: a four-month-old deformed baby, a blue toad, and wriggling tentacles, these three sacrifices correspond to newborn life, wild life, and mutated life respectively. When placed in the corresponding positions, the descent of the God of Death can be summoned by calling his honorable name.

For some reason, this area reminded Zhou Ning of the Nathaniel Underground Ruins. The two had many similarities.

The hall is not very wide, and there are three doors side by side in the depths of the hall.

When he reached the gate, Zhou Ning couldn't help but look slightly fixed.

There are many mysterious and strange reliefs on the left and right gates, which should lead to deeper parts of the temple, but Zhou Ning is very familiar with the gate in the middle.

It was a familiar bronze door with some twisted patterns connected into closed curves.

But at this time, it was half open, and there was a terrible darkness inside without any light, and no one knew where it led to.