Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

"Are you all ready?" asked Weiland.

"Ready!" The saints who were ready to go answered in unison.

"This time, there are newcomers in our team." Weiland glanced at the saints and said, "Iyalian will join us this time. This will be his first time to enter the illusion.

I hope each of you remember that all the saints are one. Everyone present has had a bad experience of entering the illusion for the first time. Each of you has made mistakes. It was your predecessors, your mentors, and your companions who helped you through the difficulties!

Support each other and overcome difficulties! This is the tradition of our saints, and I hope you will continue this tradition and pass on the kindness you have received to the newcomers.

The illusion is strange and changeable. I need you to be in your best condition and focus on it with 120 points of spirit! However, I also know that Everyone makes mistakes. If someone makes a mistake, don't shirk responsibility or blame each other. Admit it and solve it! Only by helping each other can you get out of the illusion alive! "

"Yes!"

"Normally, we need to enter this illusion twice." Weiland continued to explain, "The first time we will enter the original illusion and explore it to understand what happened here and who is the master of the illusion who holds the core...

If the conditions in the illusion allow us to solve it directly, we will purify it directly; if we cannot successfully purify the illusion the first time, we will retreat with the information, and then use the thorn ring to flip the illusion and enter again.

Do you understand? "

He looked at Iyalian, and Iyalian nodded.

Weland said with satisfaction: "Then, let's go!"

With Weiland's order, the saints, led by Aleland, wore silver armor and carried heavy swords, and stepped into the illusion with black smoke without hesitation.

Iyalian followed Opulo with a dagger in hand, walking in the middle of the team, looking anxiously at Vilander who was guarding the entrance.

Vilander gave him an encouraging smile in return.

Iyalian felt a little relieved, smiled, and followed the team into the illusion.

This was Iyalian's first time entering the illusion, and it was also the first time that Mo Yu felt the experience of entering the illusion from the perspective of the Sons of God - it was still the heavy feeling of passing through the jelly wall, but this time, there was no illusion prompt given by the system (Liya).

This illusion is located in the southwest of the holy city of Jourlanda, on the extension of the Holy Mountain Range and south of the town of Desmond.

The patrolling soldiers of the Church of Light observed the black smoke here, but no one dared to step into the illusion without permission, nor did they know why an illusion suddenly appeared in this sparsely populated forest, let alone what would be inside.

After the dizziness and discomfort brought by passing through the barrier of the illusion faded away, the Sons of God found themselves in a battlefield of flesh and blood.

Under their feet were ugly bloody bulges, yellow-green pus and red-black plasma flowed on the ground, and when they touched the silver-shining armor boots on the feet of the saints, a foul-smelling black smoke rose up with a "crack".

The indescribable beast spread its huge and strange wings and flew across the yellow-brown sky. The strange and disgusting monsters galloped, collided, bit, and fought on this bloody plain.

A scream suddenly sounded, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, watching in horror as a saint was thrown to the ground by a strange creature, and his right elbow was already empty.

The strange creature was huge and thin like a jackal. It had no fur but scales on its body. The places not covered by scales were all covered with bulging, tumor-like bloody pus bulges.

Its head looked like a combination of a hyena and a lizard. In its open bloody mouth, there was a huge mouth shaped like a lamprey. When attacking, the eel-like part in the bloody mouth ejected like a snake. The densely packed sharp teeth rolled in circles like a meat grinder, instantly crushing the right hand of the saint holding the sword.

"Protes!" Aleland was shocked and angry. He swung his heavy sword at the strange beast and cut a long scar on its right eye. There was no blood flowing out of the scar, only dark brown stinking pus dripping.

Several saints rushed up immediately, either blocking the hyena monster to fight it, or carrying the fallen Protes to the safe center of the crowd.

Weland squatted beside Protes, stretched out his big hand, pressed his broken limb wound that was gushing with blood, and chanted the prayer of healing magic.

The wound of the broken limb quickly stopped bleeding and healed under the action of the virtual and real forces, condensing into a granulation-like limb, and gradually growing into the shape of a hand.

"Iyalian, can you bandage it?" Wieland waved Iyalian over, "We are short of manpower and need all the strength."

"I can." Iyalian answered seriously, "I learned emergency treatment in the Touring Order."

"Okay!" Wieland was obviously relieved: "Bandage his arm and put on a splint. The newly grown bones and muscles are very fragile and will tear if you are not careful. Protes, don't think about raising the sword during this period."

Protes' face turned pale with pain, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead, but he still held up a reluctant smile: "I know, boss!"

Wieland patted him on the head lightly and handed the wounded to Iyalian. The child had carefully turned out the gauze and wooden board and bandaged it carefully and meticulously.

"Wyland!" Aleland retreated, "Open the passage, we need to exit the illusion and regroup, and then come in after reversing."

"No." Weiland rejected Aleland's proposal neatly, "Aleland, look around, this is not an ordinary illusion, this is the killing field of magic beasts."

"What...?" Aleland was stunned, looking up at the yellow-brown sky and the magic beasts raging everywhere.

"This illusion is not generated by human resentment." Weiland said, "This is a magic beast illusion. Although rare, the pollution on the magic beasts is too much and too complicated, exceeding the upper limit they can accommodate, or a large number of magic beasts suddenly die in a short period of time, which may cause the illusion to erupt.

This kind of illusion has no distinction between good and evil, no good and evil, only the instinct of magic beasts to hunt, and we cannot reverse it."