Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

The God of Light's movements became strangely stagnant, as if another consciousness was fighting for control with Him, and more blood oozed from the skin of this body.

The lightsaber suspended around 'Him' began to tremble constantly, and the tip of the sword was aimed at Domon for a moment, and then aimed at the God of Light himself.

"What is this?" Domon widened his eyes full of tears.

"Domon..." Ai Xu's voice sounded, ethereal like a dry leaf that could be blown away and torn into pieces by the autumn wind at any time, "I'm sorry... I was used... But I, I won't let Him hurt you again."

The lightsaber suddenly stabbed at the body of 'Ai Xu', but it just stopped.

"Heh, you still have consciousness!" The voice of the God of Light sounded again, "As a useless mortal, only your willpower makes me admire you a little."

The god and the remaining consciousness of the original owner of the body seemed to be fighting in the body. The body was hunched over, with a distorted posture and face, as if the left and right sides of the body belonged to a consciousness. The right side of the face was gentle with a bit of firmness, and the left side was rebellious with a bit of madness.

Ai Xu's right hand held a lightsaber.

"Leave here..." said the gentle voice that Domon had always been familiar with, "Go east, go to the Magic Federation, and pursue your dream. Domon, don't look back, and don't stop."

"You——!"

"Goodbye——"

Ai Xu stabbed back, and the lightsaber sank deeply into his chest and abdomen from top to bottom at a delicate angle, destroying most of his organs in one breath until there was no (o) handle.

"Ai Xu?! Ai Xu!" Domon's eyes were tearful, watching the familiar figure fall to the ground. It was like a puppet with some of its strings cut off, and there was still a force trying to drag the body off the ground.

"Master!" Terian pulled Domon: "The God of Light is still here!"

Tears slid down Domon's face, and he seemed to have made up his mind and activated magic.

—— [Earthquake].

The entrance to the mine began to tremble and shake. The wooden frames supporting the entrance were broken one by one by the power of magic. The long-term balance was destroyed by the huge force. A huge rock fell down with a rumble, like a dragon-breaking stone, completely sealing the entrance.

"This can't stop the God of Light." Domon wiped his tears, "It can only stop him for a while... We have to escape now."

Terrian had already summoned two horses, and rushed back to the guard camp to get something. The two of them got on the horses and rode away.

When passing by the town, Domon looked into the city from a distance. He saw that the originally peaceful city was now filled with black smoke, which was a feature of being shrouded in illusion.

[The city has fallen and become a hell shrouded in illusion. On this point, the God of Light who wanted to show off to me did not lie. ]

Old Domon's narration sounded again: [I can't risk returning to the city, so I have to flee eastward with Terrian. Along the way, I was hoping that my family would escape danger... When we arrived at the next town, when Terian and I found a place to stay, I used a kinship magic and finally confirmed the death of my family. 】

【The power of the Church of Light is gradually expanding in the Western Continent. I have already met the God of Light, and it can be said that I am on His death list. There is no place for me in the West.

Fortunately, Terian is very smart and loyal. Before leaving the mine, he returned to the camp to take away all the space props there, which contained minerals and money that had not yet been handed over to the master.

These Oliha steel mines became my stepping stone to enter the Magic Federation and seek the blessing of the Filizlock family. 】

Mo Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

——I see.

The Filizlock family has a rich heritage, and even the God of Light himself dare not act rashly. At present, the only direct confrontation Mo Yu knows is the one between Silver Dragon and Moyiwu, and it was Naya who did it.

【I am old and a little tired. Since you are already in this history, please feel free to explore it. When you leave, just help me close the door of the Mage Tower. 】

"Okay." Mo Yu touched his chin. He really had some things he wanted to explore and confirm.

He dragged the progress bar again.

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Domon Montbron woke up from a light sleep. He was still leaning on the rocking chair, with a blanket neatly covering his body, a book on the small table, a teacup missing, and the fire in the fireplace still crackling.

The warm room was filled with a sweet and familiar aroma.

Domon took a deep breath. It was the sweet aroma of chestnut paste, vanilla and cake, a taste that belonged to his memory-he once thought that this memory was too long and he had completely forgotten it.

But now when he smelled this sweet aroma, he felt in a trance that he had returned to his youth, carefreely sneaking into his mother's kitchen with Ella and others, stealing Brown Snow Peak cake from the windowsill.

On top of the baked cupcake, which is fluffy, soft and elastic like a sponge, there is a thick layer of cone-shaped cream like a snow peak. On top of the snow peak, there are circles of milk coffee-colored chestnut paste, just like the Brown Snow Peak with yellow leaves in autumn. On the top, there is a soft and fragrant honey chestnut, which is the sweetest taste in his memory.

When he was a child, he only thought it was an everyday snack. Although he liked it, he never cherished it; but after he could no longer eat it, he felt it was precious.

"Am I still dreaming?" Duo Meng murmured, "Otherwise, how can I smell this fragrance again?"

"It's not a dream." Mo Yu pushed the door open with a silver tray, on which was a plate of Brown Snow Peak cake and a pot of freshly brewed black tea.

"Many years ago, I ate this cake while traveling and learned how to make it. But any kind of dessert has different methods in different places and even in the hands of different people, with many variations, and many people also have their own exclusive recipes and seasonings.

Therefore, when I was in the historical projection, I went back a period of time and took a look at the recipe."

Mo Yu smiled and put the tray with the cake in his hand in front of the old man: "Grandpa Duomeng, try the cake I made and the one you remember. Is there any difference?"

He took out the freshly brewed black tea and brewed a cup for the old man: "The black tea you drank before was brought by your sister, right? I think this black tea should go well with the cake, so I brewed another pot."

The old man took the cake, picked up the silver spoon on the tray, and gently scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

The sweet taste that was exactly the same as in his memory jumped onto the tip of his tongue, and tears rolled down his eyes: "Very similar... Really similar, no, I should say, exactly the same."