Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Hearing this, Iyalian smiled and stretched out his hand to Mo Yu: "Walk with me?"

Mo Yu did not hesitate at all and stretched out his hand to hold Iyalian's hand.

After all, he had just said that he would provide Iyalian with all the resources, and he was currently Iyalian's thickest lifeline, so he couldn't regret it immediately in the next second.

The two walked towards the Mage Tower, and Iyalian brewed in silence for a long time before slowly speaking.

"The Church of Light has never given me a choice." Iyalian said softly, "They have always used all kinds of things and all kinds of means to restrain me.

When I was young, they controlled us through food, clothing and punishment. Obedient children had meat to eat, while disobedient children starved and were beaten with whips soaked in salt water...

When we reach the age of being able to be self-reliant, the itinerant church group will appear and come to our branch diocese to select children who may become the Son of God from among us adopted children and bring them back to the Holy City.

In the Holy City, they will let the previous Son of God who was not chosen to become the Son of God be our mentor.

When we gradually become familiar with our mentors and partners, they will use our mentors and partners who have been through life and death as hostages to control us...

When you make a mistake, it is not you who is punished, but your best friend and most respected mentor who is punished..."

Mo Yu can feel Iyalian holding his hand gradually tightening and even trembling slightly.

"I have elven blood, which makes me grow slower than ordinary people. At that time, I was the youngest and most delicate of all the children... I couldn't swing the giant sword, wear armor, or endure the pain...

But I was lucky, my companions took extra care of me.

But I was causing them to be punished every day, which made me very painful for a while. For a long time, I couldn't find the meaning of survival.

We will be fed with secret medicine. In addition to the heavy training every day, every ten days, the church will let us enter a fantasy under the guidance of the mentor.

The body of the candidate for the Son of God cannot be contaminated, so the church's way of purifying the fantasy is also simple and crude. Use the artifact to forcibly flip the fantasy and kill everyone in it. If one time is not enough, kill more times-just like what I did when you first saw me. That way.

This method does not require understanding the thoughts of the people in the illusion, solving puzzles, or even looking for obsessions. Just pick up the sword and keep killing.

Simple, rough, but actually very disgusting... Flipping the illusion can turn innocent people into villains in an instant, but there is no difference in appearance.

If you hesitate when you take action, you will be killed in return.

After countless injuries and seeing our companions die, our hearts are getting colder and colder, and we are getting more and more numb when swinging the sword. Later, I can hardly tell where the flipped illusion is and where the reality is.

When we sleep at night, we must put the weapon where we can't touch it, otherwise we will wake up in the middle of the night and often can't judge where we are, and subconsciously swing the sword at the nearest person..."

Iyalian took a deep breath and forced himself to relax.

"More and more companions died in this endless trial. The Church of Light never cared. In their eyes, only those who passed all the tests and survived were valuable, and those who died were failures.

Every night when we walked out of the illusion alive, we who survived would gather by the campfire and hold a ceremony of our own to mourn our dead companions. Those who died in the illusion would become part of the illusion's obsession and could not return to the sea of ​​world consciousness.

Unless the illusion was purified.

Each of us swore in front of our dead and living companions to do our best to purify the illusions where our companions fell and save their souls. To this end, we helped each other and struggled to survive. More than once, a companion gave me the hope of life and faced death himself.

I was carrying more and more lives, and sometimes I wanted to simply give the hope of life to others, hand over the burden on my shoulders, and usher in eternal peace... But, every one of them told me that I was the one who was most likely to become the Son of God in this class, and they all wanted me to live.

Live at all costs..."

He closed his eyes, as if mourning the dead companions. Mo Yu stood with him in silence for a while. Iyalian calmed down, then opened his eyes and continued:

"My mentor, he is a very good person, who saved us countless times in the illusion. He taught me how to use my small size and speed to defeat enemies stronger than me, and even taught me a lot of tricks to deal with the church's high-level officials. He even taught me the spell of the Son of God using himself as a container to seal the pollution, and repeatedly told me not to use it.

It was he who told me when I couldn't find the goal and meaning of living that there are many beautiful things in the world, which are worth seeing with my eyes, experiencing with my heart, and protecting with my power.

It was also he who told me that in addition to the God of Light, there is an even more ancient belief in this world...the belief in world consciousness.