Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

"Then, I'm going." Mo Yu smiled at Sharloria and activated the crystal teleportation talisman in his hand.

Runes emerged from the aqua-blue translucent crystal, and magical incantations surrounded Mo Yu like ribbons.

In a moment, he was standing in front of a strange mage tower.

After the magic spell dissipated, Mo Yu looked around and found that the mage tower stood in a mountain forest. There was an emerald green lake at the foot of the mountain not far away. The scenery was very pleasant.

The breeze blew through, and there seemed to be rustling whispers in the dark green mountain forest; among the swaying branches, there seemed to be living things dormant.

Mo Yu looked up at the mage tower again. Like the mage tower he inherited from Moiwu, this tower also has seven floors on the ground. This is because in the mysticism of this world, seven is also a magical person. number. Magicians believe that using this number can better condense magic power and explore the mysteries of magic.

However, the difference between this tower and his is that its appearance is not an orthodox tower shape. There is an extra branch-like tower every few floors. It looks more like a tree with multiple branches. big tree.

Mo Yu withdrew his inquiring gaze, stepped up the stairs of the mage tower in two or two steps, and rang the knocker on the door.

The door creaked open, revealing the dark interior, and an old and slightly shrill voice said: "Please come in, please come in, I'm on the top floor."

Mo Yu stepped into the door, and the candles on the wall lit up one after another, illuminating the upward stairs.

——This kind of magic is kind of cool.

With this thought in mind, Mo Yu climbed all the way up to the seventh floor without blushing or out of breath.

Another wooden door opened in front of him.

An old man with short hair and white beard was sitting in a rocking chair in front of the lit fireplace. His legs were covered with a thick velvet blanket, and an open book was placed on the velvet blanket.

His rocking chair was rocking back and forth at a strangely slow speed that defied physics.

The old man is holding a cup of black tea in his hand and seems to be reading leisurely.

"Come in, please come in." He said with a smile, his voice was soft and thin, "You are Shalulia's brother Moiwu, right? Sit down, sit down, there is black tea on the table."

"Yes, Grandpa Domeng." Mo Yu took advantage of the situation and sat down on the chair opposite the old man. The upside-down teacup on the small table next to him automatically opened, and the teapot suddenly flew up out of thin air, automatically poured tea, and then returned to its original position. .

Even though this is a magical world, Mo Yu rarely sees people who use magic so freely in their lives - of course, other people don't use magic so frequently because they avoid pollution.

Mo Yu quietly turned on the system's detection mode. The pollution on Domon Montblanc was not high. It can be seen that most people who can climb high above the divine level are extremely resistant to pollution.

"Order...ah, the new-born authority." Domont Montblanc squinted his eyes carefully, looked at Mo Yu, and relaxed on the back of the rocking chair, "It seems that even if the world consciousness is not complete, supreme authority can be born. , it’s just that no one has ever believed in the essential attributes of the unborn authority.”

He looked down at the orange-red liquid in the tea cup and suddenly laughed: "Yes, yes, the world of disorder and chaos needs the regulation of order."

The old man took a sip of black tea and placed the cup on the small table on the left: "You come all the way to visit me this time, presumably because of the former Holy Son of the Church of Light, who is said to be very close to you."

"Yes, and no." Mo Yu said with a smile, "Ialion is fighting a divine war for the world. He is fighting against the God of Light who betrayed the world's consciousness and the Outer God Naia who invaded the world. I am here for him. , but also for the world.”

Mo Yu paused, and the smile on his face gradually faded, and he said word for word: "If Ialion wins, the world will win. If he loses, everything will lose."

Domeng crossed his hands in front of him and placed them on the book: "Betting the fate of the whole world on the traitors of the Church of Light? Are you not afraid that if you betray once, there will be a second time?"

"I believe in him." Mo Yu's eyes shone sharply: "If a person abandons his faith in this life only for his own selfish interests, deviates from the right track and falls into evil, then it can be called betrayal.

If a person has been held hostage by evil people since he was a baby, and has grown up in injustice, oppression, and exploitation, but can still stick to his true heart and do his best for the world, this is not called betrayal, but it is called leaving the mire untainted, abandoning the darkness and turning to the light. "

Domeng chewed these words carefully, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Good, what a good person to abandon the darkness and turn to the light."

He sighed: "Don't blame me for not believing in the people of the Church of Light. The biggest mistake I made in my life was to misbelieve in the people of the Church of Light, which ruined the lives of my whole family. In such a big family, I am the only one left to survive. He ran around like a rat crossing the street, trying his best to climb over the central mountain range before finally taking root again in the Magic Federation."

Mo Yu was surprised: "You came from... the west?"

"Exactly. That was a long, long time ago." Domeng raised his head slightly, as if he was caught in a long memory, "That was thousands of years ago... I can't remember the specific year. , but at that time, the belief in the God of Light had just taken root in the western continent, and the holy city of Jurlanda had been established.

At that time, the Church of Light was still showing its good disguise to others. They are generous to others, respond with a smile even when being bullied, and give away money, food, and holy water. They seem to be saving all sentient beings regardless of the cost. Therefore, they quickly attract many devout believers. "

"I was born in the Montblanc Autonomous Federation. Before the Church of Light took control of the entire western part of the continent and became the only political entity, there were many small autonomous federations in the west. Three or five cities with similar geographical locations formed alliances and formed alliances with each other. Help each other, fight against bandits and monsters together, share what we need, and work together to overcome floods, droughts and other natural and man-made disasters..."

Grandpa Domeng closed his eyes, as if savoring the sweetness of that memory: "I guess you can also know from my surname that my family is the ruler who holds the real power of this autonomous federation. My uncle was at that time. He is the person in charge of this federation. At that time, pollution had just shown its signs, and it behaved like a strange disease, and the Church of Light was the only one who had the means to deal with this disease."

Mo Yu nodded, he knew this history. The illumination on the Central Continent is not as long-lasting and effective as on the Southern Continent, and lacks the suppression of spiritual authority. Therefore, the evil god's pollution appears thousands of years earlier than on the Southern Continent.

It was during this period that the Church of Light gradually expanded from the holy city of Jurlanda to the entire western half of the continent, and then crossed the ocean and developed towards Southern Continent.