Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

"Do we have to take him with us?" Aliland asked worriedly, "Ialien is still too young."

Wilander looked at him apologetically: "Aliland, you know, we have no choice. The people above... attach great importance to Ialien. They hope that Ialien can catch up with everyone in the shortest possible time. footsteps."

"But he is a half-elf, and half-elves grow at a different rate than us! He is just a fragile child now, and the illusion is too dangerous for him!"

Wilander patted Alylander on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I am sure to bring you in, and I am sure to bring you all out. Even if it requires my own life to bet."

Alyland bit his lower lip and swallowed back what he wanted to say. After a while, he replied in an aggrieved tone: "Yes."

Then, he turned around silently and walked towards his companions.

Wieland gently pushed Ialien on the back, who had put on the silver chain armor and put on the dagger: "Go, follow Aliland and the others."

Ialien staggered a few steps, panting to keep up with Alylande's pace: "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm so useless."

"It's not your fault." Aliland slowed down after hearing this, waiting for Ialien to catch up. "You are not wrong, Wilander is not wrong, and we are not wrong."

He walked out of the barracks and looked up at the sky: "But, all of this is wrong, so who is wrong?"

Ialien was confused and looked at him in confusion, and then he was stroked by Alliland.

"Let's go, line up."

The saints were lined up with silver armor and heavy swords. Under their high-spirited and handsome faces, there was a strange sadness.

The eldest of these saint sons are not yet adults - whether they are immortals or not, no matter how many years they have lived, their minds are still stuck in the adolescent stage of their race, and they are far from mature.

But they wore armor that was inconsistent with their age and could crush their bodies. They carried heavy swords that were taller than them and as wide as their thin shoulders. They stepped into dangerous illusions one after another, fighting endless enemies. Fight.

Wilander walked out, followed by an old man in a white robe. Judging from the white robe covered with exquisite dark embroidery, this man should have a very high status.

"The Holy Children are ready to go. Please." Wilander made a "please" gesture and stepped away. He crossed his hands on his chest and leaned against the wall, waiting for the old man with an unruly expression. deliver his speech.

"Dear sons of saints." The old man's voice was shrill and unpleasant, "Maybe some of you still remember me, and some of you just saw me for the first time today."

His eyes stayed on Ialien, and he chuckled: "Reintroduction, I am Archbishop Mathers, the leader of the Knights of the Holy Sword. I and the Knights of the Holy Sword are responsible for supervising the Sons of God. , that is, every move you make.”

"Your mission today is simple: an illusion appears near the Holy City. You must purify it and come back alive or die in it.

If there is a Son who heroically sacrifices his life for the church and the world, they will be loved and remembered by people, and the town that sacrificed the Son will receive a fifteen-year tax exemption.

No one can even think about escaping from here, otherwise we, the Knights of the Holy Sword, will hunt you to the ends of the earth. If you do anything out of line, all of your peers, mentors, friends, and hometowns will pay the price for your decisions. "

He smiled hypocritically again: "If you complete the task well, you will be rewarded. The most outstanding Son of God will have the opportunity to become the Son of God and gain supreme glory."

He waved his hand to signal the other saints to leave, but then called him by name alone: ​​"Ialien, come here."

Ialien looked up at Aliland beside him with some uncertainty, and Aliland nodded to him calmly.

Ialion shrank a little, but still mustered up the courage to walk towards Archbishop Mathers. The old man fished out a ring from the depths of his pocket and handed it to him.

"This is the Ring of Thorns," Archbishop Mathers said. "You have one, and your mentor Wilander also has one. You need the ring to enter and leave the illusion, and he can monitor your actions through the ring..."

"Leave the rest to me." Wilander walked to Archbishop Mathers' side at some point. The smile on his face did not reach his eyes. "I am this kid's mentor. Don't bother with such small things." Your precious time, Archbishop, does not need to be wasted here.”

Archbishop Mathers looked sideways at him and laughed for a while. His high-pitched voice was like a eunuch: "Hehehe, yes, yes, then I won't disturb you. Wieland, sons of God, Remember, good children will be rewarded and bad children will be punished. The church has always been clear about rewards and punishments.”

He walked away laughing.

Wilander took the ring from Iialien's hand, fiddled with it a few times and put it in his pocket. He then took out another ring and put it on Iialien. As soon as the ring touched Iialien's The skin of his fingers automatically tightened and stuck to the ring finger of his left hand.

"Don't believe a word that comes out of Messers' mouth." Wilander knelt down, looked into Ialien's eyes, and whispered, "Do you understand?"

Ialien didn't know why, but nodded obediently.

The illusion they are going to this time is located in the southwest of the Holy City. It is said to be a new illusion that has appeared recently. It is not yet known what is in it.

Weiland named fifteen saints, including acquaintances that Mo Yu had seen in the exile, and many faces that he had never seen before.

"Opro!" Wilander called, and a strange-looking Holy Son ran over: "Teacher!"

The holy child named Opuro has an eye-catching round nose and many small freckles on his cheeks. He also has slightly dull, half-length flaxen blond hair, and small, narrow light blue eyes.

His appearance, according to the aesthetics of the Church of Light, is not good-looking, but it is very memorable. He is the kind of person who will never forget it after seeing him once.

Opuro had a samurai bandana tied loosely on the back of his head, which was loose and a bit bohemian. Both in height and appearance, he was very close to an adult man.

"Opro is the eldest of these saints." Wilander said to Ialien, "He has been in more than a dozen different illusions and has rich experience. He and Alilander will be responsible for taking care of you. , you will be safe with them.

The situation in the fantasy world is ever-changing, so you just need to follow them obediently. Watch more, listen more, learn more, and just don’t make trouble. "