Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

"Huh? You mean, you want me to take Wendel with you to participate in your dungeon development?" Salted Fish asked in surprise, "It involves the secret of the craftsman suspected to be the God of Light's trumpet, the sealed artifacts and the resurrection of the gods... ...Damn, this is so interesting, right? I want to come, I want to come!

Wendell should be very interested in these, but I don’t know if the NPCs in this game have such a high degree of freedom. Can they really leave their usual place to download a copy? "

"Okay, you can fall in love, this is just the next book~ Then I will send you the current video!" The voice of Qiuqiu came from the voice software, "We are still in the temple dungeon. The first floor was opened. Based on the murals on the temple walls, we judged that the temple should have at least three floors - one above ground and two underground. The underground part may be the really interesting main part. "

"There are a few serious gods who would build the main body of the temple underground. There is probably something wrong with this God of Craftsmanship. I have accepted the documents!" Xianyu complained, "I will take a look at it first to catch up on the progress, and I will go online in the evening." Let’s see how Wendel responds and then I’ll contact you!”

The game video sent by Zhuoqiuqiu was a trimmed and trimmed version, with a large amount of meaningless time and footage deleted, leaving only useful information.

Xianyu clicked on the video, took out a pack of lye-water rusks, and started watching it while eating leisurely.

The video begins with the nugget approaching the giant carving hammer. She was teleported to the temple together with the entire team. The players quickly but methodically spread out to a distance that could expand the search range and respond to each other to resist danger, and methodically began to explore the clues in the temple. Magnificent buildings, collapsed statues, sophisticated sewers... nothing escaped their eyes - or lenses.

Xianyu Yiyi didn't pay too much attention to the clues that might be hidden in the decoration and modeling - anyway, there is a boss in the team today, Zhaoqiuqiu will provide her with the complete dehydrated version of the answer - she is more interested in It's a guard statue coming out of the depths of the temple.

Each of these pure white, regular marble sculptures is an exquisite beauty, and every fold of clothing and fabric on their bodies is carved with extremely fine detail, comparable to those masterpieces from the Renaissance. They hold weapons like living creatures and can even perform magical skills.

Even through the computer screen, she could feel the dazzling beauty of those statues. This kind of beauty directly touches the soul, and just one glance can make people feel deeply shocked from the bottom of their hearts.

Lifelike, this word has a more intuitive reflection in her eyes.

"This is the work of the God of Art..." Xianyu Yiyi murmured, "It's really amazing, the production team."

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At this time, the powerful production team - or more accurately, the powerful producers - were led by the butler through a row of lifelike white marble statues.

The previous communication with the Naija version of "Wilander" was much easier than expected. After all, this is how the three families fight. Sooner or later, one of the two will join forces. Even if it is just a superficial compromise, in fact, they may fall out at any time...

Cooperation is just to prevent oneself from becoming an isolated or flanked party.

After they briefly exchanged their willingness to cooperate, the butler who had left the scene with the manor owner reappeared, dispersed everyone, and took them to their rooms one by one.

"Guests who have not finished their drinks, please wait here for a moment. Guests who have finished their drinks can go back to their rooms first." The housekeeper said this, looking around at everyone in the room with a smile, and then his face sank in disappointment.

Everyone has met the exit criteria.

The monster butler Yugashi glared angrily at the bartender. The bartender shrank his neck and spread his hands helplessly.

I don't know if it was because of the butler's anger, but Mo Yu was ranked last. Everyone left with the butler or maid, but he was left alone in the reception room.

Before Ialien followed Alilander away, he cast a worried look at him; "Wilander" obviously didn't care that much about the life and death of his temporary ally, and he raised two fingers in front of his forehead coolly. , made a handsome gesture of "goodbye" from another world.

Mo Yu gave Ialien a comforting look and gave Nayako a polite fake smile.

The butler appeared again after a while, with a false smile on his face: "Guest, please follow me."

It took Mo Yu on a completely different path.

Mo Yu had noticed several times before that the doors in this manor were controlled by monsters and would appear or disappear at will. This time the butler opened a new door on the left wall of the reception room and bar. Mo Yu had no idea where it led, so he had no choice but to follow it.

This door leads to the second floor.

After walking through the long marble stairs and the corridor filled with art sculptures, the housekeeper took Mo Yu to stand in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. He lifted the heavy curtains, opened the glass window door, and respectfully greeted the The door held out his hand: "Please."

The large floor-to-ceiling windows here are all made of colored embossed glass. Mo Yu could only vaguely see a vague blond figure standing on the balcony behind the glass. He curled up the corners of his mouth and stepped out of the door generously. On the balcony.

This is a luxurious viewing balcony. Below is the atrium glass corridor that Mo Yu had passed before. Here, leaning on the balcony handrail, you can have a panoramic view of the flowers, grass, small bridges and flowing water below. There is a small table in the middle of the balcony, with a chair on each side. On the table is a snack stand similar to the three-story tower of British afternoon tea, but the drink is not tea, but iced champagne.

The owner of the manor, Isa Borel, is leaning on the white marble carved railing at the edge of the balcony, holding a half-full champagne glass in his hand. His movements are very elegant and beautiful, but also reveal a bit of pretentious affectation.

He is still imitating Iyalian, trying to put on the most classic indifferent expression with drooping eyebrows, but after all, the soul in the shell is not right, and there is always a lack of taste.

The hollow and wooden look in Iyalian's eyes reflects the helplessness of being squeezed to the very last bit by the Church of Light. It is the high wall he has built around his crumbling heart, and it is also a silent and desperate cry under heavy pressure. Only workers who are also helpless can understand the helplessness of being in silence and heartbroken but having nowhere to struggle, and having to stand the last shift with no other choice. That kind of deep resonance in the soul is something that the God of Light cannot see through, learn, or imitate.