Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Mo Yu admitted that it was indeed a lot of fun to watch the bartender struggle in front of Nyarlathotep, who was hiding his identity, whether to name the "exclusive special drink" that could reveal his identity.

He didn't know if Nayako, the person involved, would find it fun, but anyway, since the god of fun designed this link, he would not care about the possibility that he would also become a fun person.

The bartender closed his eyes and said resignedly: "Disordered joy... everything is chaos and disorder, everything is just a joke. The joy condensed from endless suffering is the sweetest Liquor." He forced a smile, "Want a drink?"

"A drink, of course," "Wilander" replied simply, "Why not?"

He looked at the bartender, put on a big smile, and pointed at Angnon who was not far away and said, "Come, let's see what his special drink is?"

The bartender glanced at Onnon, his pupils shrank slightly, and there were more and more beads of sweat on his forehead. He was a small employee who was unprepared but was caught by the incompetent boss and had to give a speech in front of all shareholders, investors and other important people... ...Mo Yu almost felt the same way.

——Hey, I accidentally hit the worker with a hard iron fist.

The bartender wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and said with a fake smile: "That one, that one didn't come to order..."

"Shh, just tell us secretly." Nayako's version of Wilander coaxed charmingly, "Wouldn't it be better if he didn't know?"

Bartender: "..." Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

"Let's do this," Mo Yu, who was also a migrant worker, kindly came to the rescue and shouted, "Everyone come over and line up to receive your own exclusive drink!"

"By the way," he turned to the bartender and said, "Give me the Traveler's Heart."

The bartender responded submissively, as if he was frightened out of the ptSd by his boss's surprise, and as if he was thanking Mo Yu for the step he gave him. He no longer looked as cunning and malicious as before.

He jingled and tinkered with the fancy mix for a while, and finally hurriedly handed over Mo Yu's exclusive drink - a specially mixed colorful cocktail served in a martini glass: the outermost ring ranged from purple to blue. Moving on to the gradient color of green, inside is a large ball of orange liquid that represents greed.

In the center of the orange liquid floats a ball of dark red liquid the size of an olive, like a beating liquid heart. The color becomes darker and more solid as it reaches the middle. When it reaches the center, it completely turns into a small of black spots.

There is also a blood-red olive stuck on the wall of the cup with a toothpick.

The whole cocktail looks good, but it also has an indescribable sense of disharmony. It will definitely be contaminated if you drink it.

But Mo Yu didn't hesitate too much. He switched to the magic doctor, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip.

The people who gathered to watch everything said: "...??!!!"

In an instant, countless strange flesh and blood parts exploded from the cybernetic battle doll used by Mo Yu. The flesh sprouts crazily squeezed out of the skin and sprouted, the skin and flesh burst open, and one round eye after another popped out of the wound. Out, people screamed and started to retreat, while Ialien took a few steps forward regardless of Alliland's blockage...

Wow, the system prompts: "Your current SAN value has reached the critical point. The passive skill [Heart Lock] will be automatically triggered and the SAN value will be reset."

Mo Yu's crazily lowered SAN value was suddenly stuck. The next second was like going back in time and everything was reset. The eyes that had just come out of the wound rolled back and disappeared in a puff of smoke. The cracked skin healed instantly, and the granulations They withered and fell off one after another and fell to the ground, like yellow leaves that were stepped on and turned into powder.

Everyone’s screams were instantly stuck in their throats: “…………???!!!”

Mo Yu calmly put down his wine glass, patted the ashes on his body, shook off a pile of dead branches and debris, and saw another freshly baked superb adventurer. Everything that just happened was like an illusion that disappeared in an instant.

Wilander raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of interest.

The bartender handed out his own [Joy of Disorder], which was placed in a butterfly-shaped champagne glass. The black-purple liquid shone with endless stars, just like the colorful and dark night sky.

——The appearance of this glass of wine is probably Party A’s favorite and Party B’s nightmare among all the design drafts.

Nyarlathotep is not afraid of any pollution. Rather, he is pollution. However, "Wilander" should be afraid of pollution in the setting, so he pretended to use the magic of light to purify it. The glass of wine was poured neatly into his mouth.

Nothing happened.

"Wilander" stood up and gave way, and the next saint stepped forward nervously to receive his special drink in front of the bartender.

People have just been educated or checked the rules on the wall, and they already know the fact that they must drink this glass of wine, and they can only drink it by themselves. They were all extremely scared before, but after watching two big guys demonstrate the correct way to drink, their worries quietly dropped.

——The bosses look very reliable, they should be able to drag them through, right?

The wines of the Holy Sons are similar. Most of them involve sacrifice, dedication, dedication, and heavy responsibility. Only Alylande is the companion of Sorrow... Most of them know the art of purification themselves, and a few don't - such as Ia, who is too young. Lean was helped by Ali Rand and other companions. Just in case, Mo Yu also cut the druid and performed a purification spell.

Ialion also finished his cup of [Guardian of Order].

Alelande looked at Mo Yu with an increasingly strange look. While everyone was paying attention to his wine, he quietly pulled Mo Yu aside and said, "Who are you? You didn't use the purification technique of the Church of Light just now! I have never seen anyone recover from that kind of pollution!"

Mo Yu did not explain much. He just gently pulled up the sleeves of his long robe, revealing his right ring finger, and shook it in front of Alelande's eyes.

"Thor Ring!" Alelande would not be mistaken for this thing. He lowered his voice and said, "You... are the manager?!"

Mo Yu raised his hand and made a "silence" gesture: "Hush, don't make a sound, I have my own secrets, my own past and mission."

He winked at Alelande with a hint of meaning, and Alelande's brainstormed instantly. For a while, various words such as "spy", "church high-level", "secret trump card" and the church secrets and folk legends he had heard of all flew around in this whirlwind.

Aleland still couldn't guess the man's true identity, but the fact that he held the administrator's thorn ring greatly increased his trust in him!