Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

These people looked at each other, as if they couldn't believe the conclusion they had drawn.

"That, that's the Holy City! They can do such a thing under the nose of the Inquisitor, and they can get away with it?!"

Similar questions were asked by different people in different places in the western continent.

The Church of Light has taken over all the territories west of the Central Mountains, which has only happened in the past few hundred years. There are still many long-lived races and extraordinary people on this land who still miss the past before the rule of the Church of Light.

In this land, not everyone believes in the God of Light. Some of them just disguise themselves and blend into the crowd.

Some of them pretend to be in harmony with the Church of Light to seek their own interests, some have to swallow their anger and hide their identities because of their own lack of strength, and some are dormant here, sleeping on straw and tasting gall, just waiting to hit the Church of Light head-on when it is most vulnerable one day...

One of the forces is the Mountain Copper Blood Alliance composed of the remnants of the Mont Blanc Autonomous Federation and its descendants.

Although the Mont Blanc Autonomous Federation was not a powerful force at that time, the people there were very wealthy because they held the important mineral Orichalcum.

With extra money in hand, people's horizons naturally improved, and it was very common for them to go out to study, travel, do business, and even marry far away. When these survivors far away from their homeland heard that their hometown was destroyed and disappeared overnight, they were either confused, or hurriedly returned, or immediately changed their names to hide their whereabouts, or secretly inquired about the news of their hometown...

Some people were identified, discovered, and dealt with by the Church of Light, while others who were lucky or smart survived and even witnessed their fellow villagers being "cleaned up and solved", thus guessing the truth of the tragedy in their hometown.

Not to mention, Domon Mont Blanc, who knew the truth, is still alive and well in the Magic Federation.

The surviving survivors carefully communicated with each other, passing on the hatred from generation to generation, just waiting for the day when they could avenge their relatives or ancestors and retake the Orichalcum mines that they should have owned or inherited.

Now, they gathered together cautiously, quietly evaluating the "God of Pastries" who suddenly appeared and his mysterious and seemingly capable furry messengers.

"This may be our chance for revenge."

"Don't jump to conclusions too early. We are now limited in strength and cannot expose ourselves casually."

"But when have you ever seen the Inquisition suffer a setback?"

"Maybe, we can contact Domon secretly?"

The survivors who called themselves the "Orichalcum Blood Alliance" discussed it all at once, and on the western continent, the forces destroyed by the Church of Light were not just theirs.

Those whose minerals were robbed, those who were driven away from their homes, those who were dragged into the flames of war, those who lost their friends, families and lovers forever... Organizations similar to the Mountain Copper Blood Alliance and similar survivors lurked in the Church of Light until the miracles brought by the "God of Pastry" and his messengers shocked everyone.

The person who knows a person best in the world is either the person's closest lover or relative, or the enemy who hates the person to the core. This also applies to the Church of Light. Only the "heretics" who were slandered by the Church of Light and had to hide from the pursuit of the heretic inquisitors can truly understand how terrible those heretic inquisitors are.

Now, seeing the heretic inquisitors being distressed and even chased by mushrooms, I don't know how many people will wake up laughing in their dreams tonight.

The adventurers who are busy stealing food, transferring food, and distributing food everywhere will not know for the time being that they have attracted the attention of these survivors.

A storm has begun to brew.

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Mo Yu once again came to the space of the dreamland in his sleep.

Jiadelaiye rustled in the darkness. Above the space above Mo Yu's head, countless adventurers were still fighting the "evil god" in the battle space constructed by the authority of space, reality and soul.

Iyalian sat cross-legged on the water, closing his eyes to absorb energy. Rays of light flew into his body from mid-air. Those were the remnants of the former evil god that were shattered and restored to energy molecules by the adventurers.

This combat mode is extremely efficient. Thousands of adventurers challenged the randomly generated "evil gods" again and again under the temptation of the "carrot" of tokens exchanged for equipment given by Mo Yu. The high-dimensional souls from other worlds will not be deceived and bewitched by the remnants of the evil god, nor will they be affected by those information flow fragments and fall into madness.

And Iyalian only needs to absorb the pure power that is carried back by his own soul fragments, and he does not need to resist the evil god's spiritual pollution himself, and use all his strength to smash the evil god's remnants one by one.

Originally, if Iyalian wanted to smash the evil god's remaining power while resisting the evil god's spiritual pollution, he would have to spend twice as much power, which would be ineffective and cost more than he earned. The cost of sorting out his own spiritual world and cleaning up the remaining stubborn dirt is huge. If the consumption of these energies cannot be fully replenished, fatigue and weakness will be reflected in the next war of gods.

Therefore, the Devouring God War is a trap at every step, and good and bad are interdependent. There are many "gods" who are winners in the last second and fall into madness in the next second because they eat one more bite.

After Mo Yu turned this crisis-ridden "God War" into a "Barbarian God War" for adventurers, the crisis that Iyalian had to face turned into a buffet that he could eat whenever he wanted. Under the nourishment of the evil god's abundant power, Iyalian's newly condensed body became much more solid.

Mo Yu sat down beside Iyalian, lifted the knight's silver hair, and rolled it between his fingers.

Iyalian opened his eyes, looking at his mischievous lord with a bit of helplessness and a bit of indulgence.

Mo Yu leaned forward slightly, moved forward, and stole a kiss from the newly born silver-haired god.

After a long time of entanglement, the newly born silver-haired god reluctantly separated. The newly born silver-haired god panted slightly, and reluctantly chased the departing lips, and absorbed the warmth of the lord with restraint and restraint, and then separated with satisfaction, licking his wet lips with satisfaction.

A memory was converted into data by the virtual and real authority, and then quietly transmitted into the mind with the contact between the two people just now. Mo Yu closed his eyes and read and flipped through the memory in his mind.

"The second battle of gods is about to begin." Iyalian's originally clear voice was stained with a hint of hoarseness, "I can feel that Naiya chose my past as the target of attack."

He shook Mo Yu's hand, as if to remind him, as if to say goodbye.