Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Gadriye rustled in the darkness.

Suddenly, he raised his huge head and glanced at the order and reality.

In his yellow vertical pupils, the two almost god-like beings were flicking their tongues at each other's lips.

Gadriye had heard of this custom - in some worlds, people expressed their love for others in this way... or was it an attack? He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter. No matter which meaning it was, it didn't violate the rules.

Gadriye turned around and swam away. He had no interest in watching people fight - whether with tongues or anything else - to be precise, he had no interest in anything that would not violate the rules and become his meal... and he was a gentleman snake who respected people's privacy.

Well, what is the old saying in which world? Oh, by the way, don't look at what is indecent, don't look at what is indecent.

In a place that the unromantic python could not see, Iyalian and Mo Yu quietly passed all the information under the cover of kissing. The last time they came, Mo Yu and Iyalian had already discovered that although Jiadelaiye was always wandering around here to monitor their every move, he would always turn his head away when they were intimate.

Mo Yu later confirmed this in a casual chat with Ludwig.

Judging from the attitude and intelligence shown by Jiadelaiye at present, sharing information and intelligence directly related to the next Devouring God War copy is likely to be prohibited by the rules. Once the giant snake discovers these violations, they may become the giant snake's meal.

——However, as long as Jiadelaiye is not discovered, there will be no problem, and there will be no problem in communicating with the outside world.

Mo Yu told Iyalian everything he speculated through the phantom dragon, but if the information from Iyalian's side is to be conveyed through the phantom dragon, it would be too difficult for Xiao Xiaolong.

In order to transmit all the information sensed by Iyalian in full, the shadow dragon would have to dance on the keyboard with his limbs and tail for days and nights. Not to mention that it would be too tiring for the little dragon, by then the war of gods would have started halfway and the information might not have been transmitted. The efficiency is too low.

Converting the thought memory image into bioelectric signals and then converting it back into memory images is a new method of using authority that Iyalian has researched under the guidance of Mo Yu. From a certain perspective, this is also the black technology that the online game "Evil God Expulsion Plan" (EEG) claims to use.

- Using the world's authority to realize this black technology in the game seems to be a logical idea.

In this world, magic is a kind of imagination. The greater the imagination, the higher the upper limit of magic. The same is true for the use of authority. Mo Yu dares to guarantee that the God of Light, who has not received a proper nine-year compulsory education, certainly does not know what bioelectric currents and data signals are.

As for Naya... Mo Yu didn't know what Naya was thinking, but since Iyalian could sense the memory that was touched, it was probably Nayazi's intention to miss the question. This fun guy might have his own considerations, and Mo Yu thought he could take a risk.

So, the two candidates who were about to face the Devouring God War exam, under the supervision of the invigilator, kissed and used the authority provided by another candidate to cheat and miss questions. (Good kids, please don't learn!)

But how much of this was used for personal gain and going with the flow, I'm afraid only the two of them knew.

Mo Yu also shook Iyalian's hand heavily, to comfort him and provide solid support: "I can't participate in your past, but now, I will be with you."

Their foreheads touched each other, their breaths intertwined, and they exchanged a smile that they both knew. The two people who have already understood each other better than themselves, even if neither of them said anything, a glance can convey thousands of thoughts.

Mo Yu gently pushed Iyalian's long hair behind his ear and said firmly: "We will win."

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Mo Yu opened his eyes in his bed.

He got up step by step, half asleep and half awake, washed, changed clothes, and ate breakfast. It was not until he sat down at the desk again that he switched to work and woke up completely.

Although he promised Iyalian that they would win, Mo Yu had no idea how this battle of gods would be fought.

However, as an old social animal planner who often leads a team to do projects, Mo Yu knows that sometimes the confidence and morale of the team are much more important than a perfect plan. Many plans that can be enshrined as gods are thought up by people, but if the team loses hope, people's hearts are like a pile of loose sand, and everyone is busy looking for a way out and the next home, then no matter how many and how good the plans are, they can't save it.

"Know yourself and the enemy, you can win every battle. If you want to solve the problem successfully, you must first figure out the problem." Mo Yu closed his eyes and sank into the memory given by Iyalian.

Like everyone's memories, it was obviously a first-person experience, but when it was remembered again, it was automatically completed by the brain into a third-person perspective. Mo Yu found the figure of the little Iyalian in the picture.

It was a very old memory. At that time, Iyalian was still young and was only about 1.5 meters tall. Mo Yu couldn't tell how old Iyalian was at this time. This information was completely blurred in the mixed memories.

Having inherited the blood of humans and elves, and two biological properties with completely different life spans and growth cycles, half-elves are a biological miracle in themselves. Their genes can be matched in thousands of ways. Even the same couple can give birth to children who are as different as opening a blind box.

Half-elves will grow slowly like elves for a period of time, and will develop rapidly like humans for a period of time. Their life span may be as short as that of humans, or as long as that of elves. Occasionally, they will revert to their ancestors and gain endless immortality.

Iyalian is undoubtedly a half-elf of immortality.

This means that his "childhood" cannot be measured by common sense, and his age cannot be estimated by appearance. Perhaps this slender silver-haired little bean standing in front of Mo Yu, who is less than 1.5 meters tall, is actually one or two hundred years old.

In this world of magic and gods, appearance is always irrelevant to age. Mo Yu has long learned not to jump to conclusions based on what he sees with his own eyes.