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Chapter 1114 The Power of Wishing is Complete

This wish may seem difficult, but for Zhou Ning, who has almost perfectly mastered the power of wishing, it is a simple matter.

In fact, as early as half a year ago, after that dream battle, Zhou Ning had completed a similar miracle.

"As you wish," Zhou Ning said with a smile. This was a wish he had envisioned before, and he had already made preparations.

After saying this, he made a sincere wish:

"I want the city's architecture to be restored to how it was before the war began."

This wish involves many causes and effects, and is actually very difficult to fulfill, but this is the wish Zhou Ning needs now.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ning snapped his fingers, making the wish come true. He incorporated a bit of the power of the world beyond heaven into this wish, causing golden whirlwinds representing pious wishes to scatter.

The next second, an astonishing miracle occurred. Everyone watched in amazement as the surrounding rubble was swept up into the air by a whirlwind, quickly forming into shape and falling back down. The collapsed houses around them were erected again, and the burned-out buildings and bridges became smooth and restored to their original state...

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As everything around them gradually underwent earth-shaking changes, and as flocks of pigeons once again took to the sky above the square, "Is this a miracle..."

In such a solemn miracle, everyone sighed heartily and uncontrollably. But they soon realized who they should thank the most and knelt down before Zhou Ning.

"Praise you, the great Lord Sternwell!"

"Praise you, great wish-granting angel!"

Zhou Ning lowered his hat slightly. At this moment, he felt that the power of his wishing had begun to boil. If the original power of wishing was liquid, it was now like gas, sublimating unstoppably towards a higher level.

The mood of the players around at this time can only be described as excitement and excitement. They have experienced the entire war and witnessed the cruelty of war. At this time, the sense of substitution is very strong.

After fighting side by side for a long time, in their cognition, Wayne Stewell and their relationship have become inseparable, and now they feel even more proud, as if they are accepting the worship of the indigenous people.

This is what Zhou Ning has always wanted to see. He has been trying to completely bind the players to himself, and now it seems to be very successful.

Next, it was the last wish Zhou Ning had agreed to, and it was proposed by an elderly man. He mustered up his courage and bowed deeply to Zhou Ning:

"Great Angel of Wish-Granting, I know it may not be possible, but I still want to ask, can you resurrect those who died in this war? My son..."

The old man's voice choked with sobs. He was eighty-four. His wife had died young, and thirty years earlier, his son had lost his mind and become insane due to a ritual sacrifice to a demon. To care for his son, he had worked part-time in textile factories, horse-drawn carriage companies, and plantations, even as a porter and corpse collector. Thirty years had passed since then.

His greatest wish was to do his best to care for his son. As long as he lived, his son had hope. As he grew older, though, his ability to do so gradually declined. Later, during the war, his son died at the hands of a pirate's flintlock rifle. Seeing this, he felt a deep, heartbreaking pain.

He didn't actually hold out much hope. True gods did have the power to resurrect the dead, and there were records of saints being resurrected. However, this was limited to saints and devout believers, and there was no precedent for widespread resurrection. Unless, like the god of death, they resurrected the dead in another way.

"It's difficult, but I can give it a try," Zhou Ning said softly. Through spiritual perception, he knew the old man's lifespan was running out. Long hours of hard labor had severely strained his body, and his soul had been worn down even more severely. Even supernatural powers couldn't save him.

After hearing the first half of the sentence, the old man's eyes dimmed slightly, but then brightened up, and he couldn't wait to say:

"Great Angel, we can accept whatever the outcome is."

Zhou Ning nodded, infused his spiritual energy into the seven dragon balls floating in the air, causing them to light up one by one. He silently chanted:

"From God's creation,"

"A dragon that can grant all wishes,"

"In the name of the Lord of the Starry Sky Church, I order:

"Come out, Shenlong!"

This was a summoning word Zhou Ning uttered intentionally, which could gather the power of wishing on himself to the greatest extent.

Under the shocked and surprised gazes of everyone.

The next second, a large number of white light spots began to float on the dragon ball, and a bright, dazzling white beam of light gathered upwards. At the gathering point of the beams, a huge green dragon suddenly emerged and rushed straight into the sky.

This dragon is different from the lizard-like Western dragon in "Apocalypse World", but is a standard "Chinese dragon".

Seeing this scene full of ritual sense, even though it was not the first time to see it, the chat bubbles were still boiling, and others could not help but stare in amazement, shocked by such a miracle.

The green dragon stretched out its massive body in the sky, its eyes filled with enthusiasm and flattery as it looked at Zhou Ning. It almost wanted to turn its tail into a propeller, and said in a grand voice:

"Great Master, do you have any wishes that I should fulfill?"

Zhou Ning thought for a moment and said as if making a wish to himself:

"I want the dead of this war to be resurrected."

He appeared calm on the surface, but was actually a little nervous inside. This wish was very important. As long as it could be realized, all his ideas would be achieved.

Shenlong was silent for two or three seconds, then shouted in a loud voice:

"this is very simple!"

A tremendous gust of wind suddenly blew, making Zhou Ning's hair rustle. He reached out to hold down his hat and looked forward expressionlessly.

Brilliant white light fell from various places in the city, scattered all over the place. Each ray of light represented a dead person who had been resurrected. At this moment, he was looking at his hands in a daze, not knowing what had happened.

Soon, people in the crowd recognized their relatives and burst into tears. For a while, the sound of crying and confessing filled the air.

Watching these miracles before their eyes, the surrounding citizens were stunned and deeply shocked. Unable to contain the throbbing in their hearts, they opened their mouths wide and began to praise:

"Great God..."

"Praise the great wish-granting angel! Praise Wayne Stewell!"

"Dad... Dad!" In the crowd, the old man who had just made a wish was anxiously looking for his son. His son had lost his mind, and if he couldn't find him after resurrection, he might hurt himself or others.

Hearing the familiar voice, he turned his head and saw his son running towards him with tears in his eyes, hugging his father:

"Dad, I'm awake now. Thank you for taking care of me all the time. I will try my best to give you a good life. I swear."

"Good, that's great." The old man didn't hear clearly what his son said. He leaned on his son's shoulder and patted his son's back with satisfaction.

The next second, his hand dropped from his son's back.

he died.

Zhou Ning silently withdrew his gaze. Amid the joys and sorrows of the little people, amid the noisy cries around him, amid the layers of praise surrounding him, and amid the players' awe-inspiring gazes, Zhou Ning's divinity completed further precipitation, and at the same time, the power of wishing finally achieved its ultimate perfection.