Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

The Hidden Old Man watched Drake's life in this long cG animation.

The boy, who was desperate, eroded by madness and fell into despair, finally chose to take revenge on the whole town, his adoptive father and the gods.

He desperately offered his flesh and blood and soul, praying for the help of the omniscient god.

For some reason, Yog-Sothoth agreed to his request. Of course, He also wanted some other price.

"Even if I help you, the result will not be what you want." The string of colorful bubbles made a strange and inhuman sound, but Drake and the Hidden Old Man who was watching everything understood it.

"As long as it's like this." Drake replied in despair, "As long as it's like this."

So, the third party forces quietly joined the battle. Through the dead soul gate opened by Drake, the followers of the bubbles began to pour into the town, and people gradually began to lose their minds.

"It turns out that people's madness is caused by Bubble." The hidden old man suddenly realized, "I said that Naiya and Yitong, who also wanted to promote the descent of God, did not need to do so. It was just adding trouble to themselves and causing trouble."

It was a bit early to say this, because he soon found that Naiya's followers also joined in, taking advantage of the situation and disrupting the battle. As always, they adhered to the style of watching the fun and adding missiles to the fire.

The hidden old man: "..." It's you, Naya.

The previous animation content is consistent with the plot played by the players. Drake killed the Touring Cult and resurrected them. Bubble joined the battle and turned the whole town into a purgatory on earth.

The whole town and all the creatures in the town are the "price" collected by Bubble.

Drake's expression was unusually calm.

He calmly played the role of a qualified son of God. Together with the old bishop, he opened the church to accept innocent people who were not affected by the evil god. After closing the door, he and the old bishop resisted the impact of the mob.

"What happened?!" The old bishop was confused. He was the one who started it all, but now, he was the only one who was kept in the dark except for those innocent people.

No one answered him.

"At this point, it is impossible to hold the God's Birthday celebration anymore." Drake said, his tone was unusually calm, even lifeless and calm, "So, do we still need to hold the God's descent?"

"Yes! Of course!" The old bishop said without any hesitation, "Now the only way to solve the inexplicable appearance of the evil god's followers in the town and quell the people's riots is the coming of the true God! As long as the gods come to the world, all evil will be purified!"

Drake looked at him with pity. At that moment, in the eyes of the old bishop, Drake's image completely overlapped with the God of Light.

They spent the last night peacefully.

The eve of the birthday of the God of Light finally arrived.

The traveling church controlled by Naya put all their energy into the arrangement of the descent ceremony, while the old bishop was concentrating on defending against the mob outside the church. He had to patrol the church from time to time to comfort the frightened people.

He finished another round of patrols and sat tiredly on the bench where the believers worshipped in the church hall. He seemed to have aged by dozens of years in an instant.

Drake walked to his side and sat down quietly.

"The messengers have discussed the result. They want to complete the descent ceremony in the early morning tonight." Drake said softly.

"This is not possible!" the old bishop said sternly, and then he stood up, "Where are the messengers? I'm going to find them."

"You finally regret it?" Drake's eyes burned with the last flame of hope, and he said quickly, "Yes, the descent of God is not necessary! As long as the descent of God is stopped, I will find a way to quell the unrest in the town! You don't have to worry about the itinerant church, I have my own way!

As long as my father and I work together, we don't need God to save the town..."

His words stopped abruptly when he saw the old bishop's face full of suspicion.

"What are you talking about?" The old bishop said suspiciously, "The descent of God will not be stopped. The only problem is that the descent of God cannot be held at night. The God of Light is the god who dominates the sun. The descent of God must be completed at noon since ancient times."

Drake closed his eyes heavily, and then slowly opened them again. This time, there was no light in his eyes.

"He, hehe, hehe..." Drake lowered his head and uttered a series of creepy sneers.

Plop, plop, drops of transparent water fell on the marble floor of the church.

The old bishop took a deep breath and walked towards Drake: "Drake, don't make trouble, haven't we already agreed? You will soon become a god, a being admired by everyone, and gain eternal life... Ho--"

The old bishop's voice stopped abruptly.

He looked down in disbelief and found that his throat was pierced by a dark, shadowy and chaotic tentacle. He couldn't breathe or speak, and could only make a "ho-ho, ho-ho" sound from his throat, like a broken old bellows.

"Then please come with me and step into eternal life." Drake said sweetly, "My dearest father."

The old bishop's body fell to the ground with a bang. He stared until his death, his eyes were full of accusations of Drake's betrayal. He didn't understand what went wrong until his death.

Drake used his tentacles to carry the old bishop's body to the church hall and placed it under the pulpit, which was the place where the coffin was placed when the Church of Light held funerals for believers.

He held the old bishop's head and gently kissed his old forehead: "Rest in peace, father, I will be with you soon."

He slowly put down the old bishop's body, tidied his clothes, and then turned around and walked leisurely through the innocent people who were scared and huddled between rows of benches and corners, walked to the closed church door and opened it.

The mob outside the door looked at him quietly.

Drake smiled at them brightly: "Start your carnival."

The church was instantly reduced to a sea of ​​blood.

The mob began a bloody massacre of innocent people, and Drake, with the puppet-like itinerant church group, walked step by step towards the altar on the roof of the church.

The hotel owner hummed happily and jumped beside Drake.

"Aren't you going to run away?" the innkeeper asked with a smile.

"It's meaningless." Drake said with a dead heart, "Let everything end here."

He stepped onto the altar of the God's descent, walked to the center of the magic circle, opened his arms, and said to the sky: "Come, take this body you want, it's yours."