Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

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Most of this village has been abandoned. The church and bakery have been burned down. Only the mill is still there - Cang Lin guessed that people still need the mill to grind flour, so they kept it.

There were no living people left in the village. In order to prevent illusions from appearing here, the druids in the team drove away the pollution that was gradually gathering. Others searched the corpses for clues and threw the body parts into the burning pot. flame.

Their harvest was not great. These corpses seemed to have been touched by others. Except for a letter hidden in the priest's arms, they found no other clues or valuable objects.

The cat at the front desk of Wu Shanju opened the letter.

[Bishop Perrault:

Sincerely!

As I stated in my last letter, heretical beliefs have become rampant in the village. Although the villagers still attend services every morning and evening, I can see unruly anger in their eyes. They no longer believe in God’s teachings and will secretly sneer with disdain when I preach…

The village is spiraling out of control, and the source of the loss of control comes from a type of bread that doesn't need to be baked.

Since a wandering baker passed by here, many people in the village suddenly learned how to make this strange bread.

It is very soft, easy to eat, and has a hint of sweetness. Even if it hardens after being left for a long time, it has a unique flavor when roasted on the fire. It is much more delicious than black bread.

People only need flour, water, fire and a few bamboo and wood chips to make this kind of bread. This simple and easy-to-learn method spread like a virus. In just a few days, the number of people who mastered this method increased from one to ten, and from ten to hundreds.

Not only our village, but now even people in surrounding villages and mines have learned it!

They are even constantly improving this strange bread, filling it with meat, sugar, vegetables or other things - as long as they can get their hands on food, they seem to want to try it.

They no longer needed bakeries and fire pits... and strangely enough, they even went to the mill less often! It was as if someone was supplying them with flour continuously.

The wandering baker who caused everything, I once smelled a hint of the dream demon in her body. Now that I think about it, I am afraid that all this is the conspiracy of the cunning demon clan.

I sensed that a storm was coming. The villagers gathered in the mine, and they were planning something dangerous. I can smell the terrible smell of an approaching storm.

Ah, teacher, please help your pathetic students, the situation is about to get out of control, and we need the help of the Inquisition!

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The letter ended abruptly, apparently before it was finished, the "storm" foreseen by Father Sykes had already struck.

Unbeknownst to the cat at the front desk of Wu Shanju, the believers of the "God of Pastries" have already taken up arms to fight for their new beliefs and a better future.

——It’s not that I can’t understand it.

No matter where the creature is, after tasting the good things, it is difficult to go back to the days of starving and chewing wax.

Once their horizons are opened and they see the colorful world outside and see the gods who truly love their believers, it will be difficult for the people in the village to be brainwashed by the nonsense of the Church of Light.

No matter how beautiful and thoughtful the words are, what's the use? It's not as real as a bowl of hot beef noodles given by the "God of Pastry", which not only warms people's hunger, but also warms their hearts.

However, the cat at the front desk of Wu Shanju did not expect that the villagers were so powerful and actually killed the priest and his family members directly.

"But where have all the villagers gone? Looking at the current situation, the Church of Light here has been defeated, so why are the villagers missing?" Musical Is Not an Opera asked. 【. 3. ],

"Perhaps we can go to the mine and have a look." The cat at the front desk of Wu Shanju gently shook the letter in his hand, "Let's go, I remember that the mine goes this way."

They each took out their mounts, and the convoy drove toward the mine in a mighty manner, smelling a rich and overbearing aroma of fried chicken from all the way.

Teacher Durian Herring took two deep breaths and touched his belly: "I'm hungry."

Monk Mao Zhanger at the front desk of Wu Shanju was confused: "I have only taught them how to make noodles, but not fried chicken or anything like that?"

When they arrived at the place and saw the familiar group of adventurers walking among the villagers who were sitting, lying, or howling, with the team name "Serve the People" on their heads, they instantly understood.

——This is being snatched away by colleagues!

"Damn it, why can't I accept the mission?" Cang Lin cursed secretly, "This team got us ahead of us!"

Teacher Durian Herring ran directly to the black cat who was frying fried chicken: "Hey, give me a bucket of fried chicken! All of them want legs!"

"Okay, can we chop it down later? This pot is for the villagers." Black Cat stayed up and took out another bowl of marinated chicken legs from his backpack, "I'll give you another pot. Do you like spicy food? Black Cat black pepper?"

Teacher Durian Herring burst into tears of excitement from the corner of her mouth: "I want everything except coriander!"

"Who is your captain?" Cang Lin stepped forward and asked, "I have something to do with him."

The black cat didn't sleep and looked back and shouted: "Boss - come and pick up the guests! It's time to come!"

His voice was loud, and it didn't take long before Abyss walked out of the nearby ore exchange. When he walked to Black Cat's side, he slapped him on the forehead: "What are you shouting for! Team!" Can’t use the channel?”

The black cat didn't sleep, heyed twice, and went to seriously fry the chicken again.

"What do you want from me?" Asked under the abyss.

Cang Lin nodded: "Do you want to join forces to do a big task? It might have something to do with what you are doing now."

"All ears."

The two captains walked aside to discuss in detail. As the team's mascot, the "God of Pastry" Wu Shanju, the cat at the front desk, searched the crowd carefully for a while, and finally saw a familiar figure.

"Peeta!" she yells.

The young man with a face covered in black and gray jumped up instantly. When he looked back, his big eyes were filled with tears: "Ah, ah, God! You finally heard our prayers!"

--pray? What? I can't hear that kind of thing!

The corner of the cat's mouth at Wu Shanju's front desk twitched, and he took out a few sweet cupcakes from his backpack and handed them to the running boy: "What happened in your village? Are you and your mother okay?"

"Thanks to your blessing, everything is well." Peeta took the cupcake, held it carefully in his hand and bowed several times to the cat at the front desk of Wu Shanju, "Thank you God for the gift!"

"Come on, hurry up and tell me what happened." The cat at the front desk of Wu Shanju pulled Peeta to find a clean place to sit down. While urging, he also took a cupcake, peeled it open and took a bite.

--Um! Sure enough, when the plot is over, I want some dessert!