Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

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The Ithaca tribe and Yi Tong simply need each other. If Yi Tong had not exposed his evil nature too early, perhaps he could really find a place to stay here.

"He may really have a little admiration for Chaos." Mo Yu guessed, and then shook his head: "But then again, Yi Tong is a seasoned liar. I can't tell whether it is true or a perfect disguise... Only he knows what he thinks in his heart."

-Perhaps, even Yi Tong himself can't tell clearly?

After being broken by Chaos, Yi Tong took off his mask for a rare short time and hid and cried. After venting his emotions thoroughly, he returned to his hut with swollen eyes and avoided people. He lay down on the bed tiredly and fell into a dark and sweet land where he didn't know anything.

After Chaos discovered Yi Tong's crime, the two of them were in harmony. Yi Tong moved out of Chaos's hut and built another house not far away.

The Ithaca tribe is different from the Tuna tribe that lives in caves. They live by the mountains and rivers. It is a fertile alluvial plain between the canyon exit at the foot of the mountain and the nearby rivers and lakes. Therefore, people mainly use wood and mud to build huts.

The advantage is that it is easy to build, but the disadvantage is that it is not warm in winter.

The cold wind that passes through the northern valley will make the mud stuck in the gaps of the wooden boards cold and hard, and the wooden boards will become drier and colder, thus shrinking a wider gap...

The cold wind will pour into the house from all directions, blowing everything to shake and whistle.

This year's winter came especially early. On this cold night, the north wind howled wildly, blowing all kinds of objects in the tribe that were not properly fixed to the ground.

Just in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping soundly, a shrill cry for help accompanied by the choking smell of smoke woke them up.

"It's on fire!"

"Put out the fire!"

"Whose house is that? Has anyone come out?!"

People who were half asleep and half awake rushed out of their huts in disheveled clothes. They woke up instantly under the stimulation of the cold wind and thick smoke. They picked up various pots and buckets that could hold water, ran to the water tank, the river, and the lake, and started to fetch water to put out the fire.

"That's Chaos's house!"

"Did Chaos escape?"

"No, I didn't see him anywhere!"

"Go save him!"

"No, the door is full of fire! I can't get in at all!"

"Be careful! The beam is going to collapse--!"

The chaotic splashing water, the crackling flames, the heat waves that hit people's faces, the biting cold wind mixed with thick smoke... In this dizzying chaos, the beams supporting the roof of the entire hut broke due to the burning of the flames, and the roof fell down with a bang, stirring up more smoke, flames and flying wood chips.

Yi Tong, who had been standing there in a daze since he found Chaos's hut on fire, opened his mouth wide. He was always eloquent and seemed to be dumb now, unable to make any sound.

Two lines of tears slid down his face, dripping, dripping, and fell on the ground at his feet.

The fire grew bigger and bigger under the dry wind, and the people's inadequate rescue efforts were like a joke in the face of the disaster.

The fire burned until the morning, and the hut was in ruins. After the high temperature subsided, people found the remains that had turned into charcoal in the hut.

People shed tears and mourned the departure of the witch doctor and quasi-priest. Suddenly, Chaos's apprentice Du Leisha rushed to Yi Tong and shouted: "You did it! You did it! Chaos said that as long as he died suddenly and unexpectedly, you must be the murderer!"

People suddenly became noisy.

"What's going on? Isn't Pula the eldest disciple that Chaos is proud of?" [. 3. 】,

"... Chaos did tell me that if he gets into trouble, the murderer will be Pula...

No, his real name is not even Pula, but Zerak!"

"Zerak? He has been deceiving us?"

"He won't even tell us his real name, what else can he say is true?"

"...But why did he want to kill Chaos? And why did Chaos know it in advance?!"

"He changed the warning of the world consciousness and killed everyone in the Tuna tribe!" Dulesa shouted, "Dolet knew it, so he killed Dolet!

Chaos also knew it, so he killed Chaos!

He will kill more people! He is a cold-blooded monster!"

"No, I'm not!" Heterochromatic argued hoarsely, "I didn't kill Chaos! Why would I kill him?!"

"You were arguing with him yesterday, I saw it from the window! You also touched his oil lamp!" Dulesa accused.

In an instant, Chaos's purple lips, the swaying oil lamp that was always unstable, and the whistling wind formed a line in Yi Tong's mind.

A clear thought flashed through his eyes, but this was taken as evidence by people. The crowd suddenly became excited and quarreled.

No one was willing to listen to his explanation.

People picked up the most convenient weapons nearby - long sticks, shovels, and even buckets that were just used to put out the fire, and drove Yi Tong away from the tribe.

"Get out! We don't need liars as our priests!"

"Murderer! Ithaca does not welcome you!"

"Attack your own tribe! Attack your own teacher! Attack your own savior! Are you still human?!"

"No, it's not like that! Chaos is sick! His lips are purple, he can't breathe! There must be something wrong with his heart!

The wind was so strong last night that it must have knocked over his oil lamp! That oil lamp had an uneven bottom and was top-heavy, so it could easily tip over! "

Yitong argued hard, trying to convince people. But at this time he has lost all credibility established in people's hearts. No matter what he says now, people only think that it is sophistry and lies.

It's like the "crying wolf" parable, when a liar tries to tell the truth and no one believes him anymore.

What's worse is that the people here were once his followers, but now the anger, hatred in people's hearts, and their current understanding of the aliens - cold-blooded, ruthless liars - have not been disconnected. The connection flows into Yitong's heart.

A "god" who has no self-awareness and even hates himself deep in his heart and wants to abandon his identity is an extremely dangerous existence. He will be easily swayed by the emotions of believers and changed by the cognition of believers. .

Although the current Yitong has not yet become a god, the pollution of these beliefs is enough for him to be swallowed up and controlled by anger and hatred that does not belong to him in an instant.

His eyes were blood red.

His memory was blank.

When he regained consciousness, his hands were stained red with blood, and corpses were lying around his feet. No one escaped this tragic massacre.

"Ahhhhhh--" His eyes were split, and he let out the most miserable cry as he looked at his blood-stained hands.