Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

The god of craftsmen and art is in a panic right now.

When he opened his eyes, he found a group of strange guys standing in front of him.

The leader is an extraordinary person... No, it cannot be said to be an extraordinary person. To be precise, it should be some kind of "existence".

It seems that He cannot be simply defined by life and death. He seems to be some kind of special existence that transcends the cycle of life and death, dead objects and life... and has the aura of a god that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

This familiar smell...is it time? Or history? But hasn’t this authority been stolen by fate? ...Wait, it’s fate! They are all people of the goddess of destiny! Only the goddess of destiny knows the existence of this illusion!

...It turns out that fate and darkness did not ignore the existence of this illusion. They actually used their own layout to plant surprise troops here just to prevent his resurrection!

Behind this strange being stands a group of strangely dressed living corpses and alchemy dolls... Are they all the works of this being? Or the undead and living puppets of the Dark Goddess? !

For a moment, countless speculations flashed through the mind of the God of Craftsmen and Art. Unfortunately, He was wandering around in the continuous seals, illusions, and divine battles. He had been away from this world for hundreds of years and missed too much important information. .

To be honest, the words of these weird guys alone are not enough to make the craftsman and the god of art so flustered. The real reason for His fear was that the God of craftsmen and arts found himself in a very strange perspective.

He seemed to be fixed at a strange height, surprisingly short, but not lying or sitting... It was hard for him to imagine how his body had to be twisted to present this angle.

Moreover, he could not feel other parts of his body below the neck, and could not leave this body... He seemed to be firmly sealed in this body by some strange secret technique.

His eyes swept around, and he was horrified to find that his hands, arms, feet, legs, and torso were all split into small pieces, scattered throughout the tomb, stabbed on the ground with spears, and tied with iron chains. There is even a space magic circle that isolates the inside and outside, making it impossible for him to move.

——Cao Cao Cao, what is going on? ! No wonder his perspective is so strange. Doesn’t he have a body below his neck? !

"It's true that God has descended." Wendell stepped forward and observed the eyes of the god of craftsmen and art that were as wide as bells, then stepped back a few steps and once again took out a large box from his bottomless pit cloak. , put it next to you and press the switch.

The box crackled open, and dozens of drawers popped out. Each drawer contained a variety of strange and weird tools that looked dangerous at first glance.

"What kind of tools are these?" Xianyu groped around curiously, "They look like dental supplies, but they also look like archaeological tools... Hey, they seem to be very suitable for torture~"

"As expected of Miss Xianyu, her observation skills are as keen as ever." Wendell smiled gently, but the words he spoke were enough to make the remaining head of the resurrected god tremble: "This guy's current strength is very low. Even I can suppress it easily, but there are so many secrets hidden in Him...

Resurrection from the dead, descending from the gods, holding multiple bodies at the same time, and the secret technique of being able to remain "alive" despite being separated from the body and soul... Ahh~ all of this has made me curious. I want it very much. Find out~

Can you please indulge me in my arrogance? "

"Oh oh oh! Please feel free to do whatever you want!" The adventurers rubbed their hands and said considerately: "After all, the other party is a different pupil. We don't mind if you do strange things to him~

By the way, when you are tortured to extract confessions, can we enjoy the barbecue next to you? "

The God of Craftsman and Art's pupils were shaking: "...!" Do you want to listen to what you are saying? ! Wait, torture to extract a confession? !

"Everyone, please help yourself~ But if you have to handle food, please be careful of splashing powder and blood." Wendell picked up a magic tool that looked like a dentist's electric drill. "It may be a little noisy~" He wasn't ready yet. He forgot to cast a concerned look at his girlfriend, "By the way, Miss Xianyu isn't afraid of this, is she?"

Xianyu Yiyi was already squatting next to her with her own little notebook and a quill in hand. Her eyes were shining with expectation: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Please give me 25 yuan. Thank you!"

Hue of Hope also took out a small book and wrote quickly: "We have witnessed history, right?! I want to write this down carefully and go to the library to submit a manuscript!"

——The Citizen Library of Amut New City currently accepts submissions from all NPCs and players. Whether it is local magical knowledge, technology from another world, or the secrets of the customs and history recorded by adventurers, all will be reviewed by Leah. It will be included here after approval.

The eyes of the craftsman and the god of art, who only had one head left, suddenly shrank: "No, what are you going to do to me? Who are you? You are so presumptuous...Stop, stop! Stop ahhhhhhh-"

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As the saying goes, if you die before you leave the army, it will make the hero burst into tears.

Because he was hunted by Gardelaya and unable to use his identity as the God of Light, Yitong could never have imagined that the trumpet that he was most sure of and well hidden, and even though it lacked strength but had countless resources, would inexplicably fall into the hands of a group of unidentified people. In the hands of the enemy, he was cut into small pieces and his body was guarded!

"Damn fate! Damn darkness! Just wait for me! I will definitely avenge this—!"

However, no matter how powerless and furious this soul was, it could not escape from this body.

With a slight "click", the God of Light lost the connection with this soul forever.

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Gadreye shook his head and returned to the dark waters in a good mood, awakening the winner floating on the water.

Iyalian slowly stood up.

"I caught the loser who wanted to escape from the God War." Gardleye happily spit out a small ball of light, "Here, this is the spoils of your victory in this God War."

Iyalian took a look at the pitiful small ball of light and was speechless for a moment: "Is it just this much?"

"Some of them escaped." Gardleye said, "But I successfully captured most of them. One third of them will be thrown into the next God War, and one third will be eaten by me as punishment. This one third is your reward."

Iyalian instantly understood why the spoils seemed to be less than half - most of them escaped and were confiscated by Gardleye in the name of punishment. He can still get all these now, so he has to praise Gardleye for being an "upright" good snake!