Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

[Detected that you have logged into the God War Fantasy with a small account...]

[The anchor point has been successfully connected, and the special fantasy composition is being analyzed...]

Beep beep--

[Analysis is disturbed by the power of the external evil god, and \u0026＊＠ is generated... Error, error... Warning! Warning! Analysis cannot be completed smoothly, and an unknown ＊\u0026! error is generated! ]

The garbled prompts kept popping up, and the error alarms sounded frequently, and it took a while to stop.

Beep--

[Analysis failed, the system intervention in this battle is limited, and the information acquisition is limited... Lord, you have to rely on yourself. ]

Mo Yu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This is the first time that Lia has failed, and she failed so confidently. She is really worthy of the [useless] world consciousness elf he is familiar with.

The arrow is on the string and has to be shot, but the boss failed at this time. As a worker, Mo Yu can only grit his teeth and bite the bullet.

Isn't it just playing a reasoning book without strategy and prompts? It feels quite exciting.

The mist in front of him gradually dissipated, and Mo Yu found himself standing in a European-style square. There was still a fountain in the center of the square, which was of moderate size. There were many European-style houses around. It was hard to tell how big this area was. It could be a village, a town, or even a city.

To the west of the square was a gate leading to the wild, and outside was a thick fog. A metal sign was hung on the black and gray gate, with the words [Mist Town] written on it in the language of the Ozeria continent.

There were many pedestrians around, and their clothes were common styles in the Church of Light or the Ozeria continent. It seemed that this place should be in the sphere of influence of the Church of Light, or at least more or less influenced by the power of the Church of Light.

Mo Yu blinked and looked around, and found that this place did not belong to any memory scene he was familiar with.

"[Misty Town]... There are two possibilities. One is that this scene does exist in a certain memory, but in that memory, Iyalian, as a witness, did not leave too many deep impressions of that place... Or perhaps, this entire scene and time are all pieced together by Milk Teeth, and do not exist in reality."

The current information is not enough for Mo Yu to make a judgment, but considering that the opponents are Milk Teeth and Different Eyes, it is better to treat this place as a brand new copy.

Suddenly, a drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Mo Yu didn't know what would happen here. He didn't leave rashly, but just found a nearby eaves to hide from the rain. There were fewer pedestrians in the square, and only people holding umbrellas hurried by. And from the fog behind the western gate, a group of people slowly emerged.

Mo Yu couldn't help but look at the gate.

The first to step out of the fog and walk into the gate was a silver-haired fox-eared strong man with a heavy sword on his back. Mo Yu immediately recognized who it was-Veland.

——So, this is the team of the Sons of God?

He looked at the figures that came out of the mist more seriously, identifying their identities.

Following Weland was Aleland.

Behind them was a string of Sons of God with long names that slipped lightly across Mo Yu's cerebral cortex but left little impression. Each of them was covered with stains and bloodstains, and their faces were full of deep fatigue and sorrow.

It was a kind of sadness that could not resist the pressure of life, with the breath of death and despair.

Their eyes were empty, like a group of zombies, moving forward blindly according to their instincts. Their bodies might still be alive, but their hearts seemed to be dead.

Iyalian was walking at the end of the team. At this time, he was small and thin, surrounded by several other Sons of God for protection.

His eyebrows were drooping, his long eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were as empty as the others. He looked almost the same as when Mo Yu first met him.

——Perhaps his condition was even worse.

Mo Yu carefully observed his every move and finally came to the conclusion that this time, Iyalian was most likely the real person.

But that Welander looked a little strange. There was a cunning thief light in his eyes, full of eagerness to try, which was different from the state of other saints.

——This one is most likely Nyarlathotep.

The God of Fun seemed to only focus on getting more fun, and didn't care much about hiding his identity. Mo Yu felt that these clues might even be handed out by Naya himself, just to see if anyone could see through him.

This might also be a fishing technique, because only the participants of the God War who did not belong to this copy would notice the flaws that Naya deliberately revealed and react.

These reactions themselves are likely to expose the existence of the participants of the God War themselves.

The cyber battle doll used by Mo Yu this time changed to a brand new, ordinary face, and his clothes were also very ordinary, which could naturally blend into the scene of this foggy town.

He quickly glanced at the pedestrians in the copy.

At this time, all the pedestrians in the square, whether they were holding umbrellas or in the rain, stood up straight and stared at the group of saints who walked into the town from the gate.

Even if they were not gods, people were born with a sense of sight falling on them. For extraordinary people, this sense was even more obvious.

But when everyone was looking at him, Mo Yu's scrutiny blended into these sights without any abruptness. If he avoided the sight, he would attract attention at this time.

So Mo Yu relaxed his mind and stared at the saints with the NPCs.

The saints seemed to be very familiar with this town. Perhaps they were stationed here before, but they just went out for a mission and came back again.

They did not seek help from anyone, nor did they make any eye contact with the townspeople. They just walked into the depths of the town in a uniform and wooden pace.

The pedestrians in the town also began to move, and many people followed the saints quietly with strange movements.

Mo Yu also mixed into the crowd and followed far behind.