Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

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Iyalian woke up from a long dream...or rather, from a long memory that did not belong to him.

He emerged from the dark bottom of the virtual world, coughed, and spat out countless black and thick mud.

——That was the residue of the essence of the heterochromatic pupil, a part that could not be digested. Successfully excluding it from the Dharma-phase soul body meant that he had won the final victory in this battle of gods.

He wiped the stains from the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes and felt it carefully-he could feel that his Dharma-phase became more solid, and the connection with the virtual and real authority became closer, and he could even use a small part of the power of spiritual authority.

Iyalian used this newly acquired spiritual authority to thoroughly check himself from head to toe.

The result was reassuring: his soul was complete, and his spirit was not polluted by the invasion of other gods. Because he did not agree with everything about the heterochromatic pupil, he only got pure power and was not affected by any extra influence.

——That said, but in fact, he can now make this conclusion so casually, only because he has relied on his own strength, luck and even the support and help of countless people to cross thousands of mountains and rivers and numerous traps and obstacles, and it is definitely not an easy walk to see the flowers and scenery along the way.

There are traps everywhere in the Devouring God War. Even if he has won the current gamble, he still faces thousands of difficulties and dangers when he reaps the fruits of victory.

The memory of the alien eye, part of the alien eye's personality and essence, are trying to infiltrate him, pollute him, and devour him.

Iyalian fell into fragments of distant memories one after another, reading one after another memory that was unforgettable or showed the nature of the alien eye. Once he softened his heart and agreed, he might still be exploited by the alien eye and win.

And this time, no one could help him.

This is a battle that belongs to him alone, and it is fought in his heart.

But fortunately, Iyalian is in a particularly good state.

For some reason, at the end of the second war of gods, the pain, sorrow, and resentment that were buried deep in his heart... those suppressed, dark emotions seemed to be taken away, covered with a distant veil.

He did not lose these emotions, but the darkness and pain in his heart could no longer shake his mind, making him tremble, uneasy, panic, or waver.

Iyalian's mind had never been so clear: he knew clearly what he wanted to protect, the reason and purpose of his battle, and his future expectations and pursuits... He had never been so firm, and every step he took was like stepping on solid ground, and the fragments of memory floating around him could not make his heart tremble at all.

However... he felt that even if he did not build a high wall of defense in his heart, he could not identify with and understand the different eyes... It was a greedy god with selfish desires in his bones. The more Iyalian knew about the past, the more he hated Him.

——Perhaps, we should thank the greedy Gardleye. If it hadn't eaten a large part of the essence of the soul of the heterochromatic pupil, at this stage of the winner, Iyalian would have been attacked thousands of times more fiercely than what he had experienced now.

"There is still a lot of time before the third battle of gods begins..." Iyalian murmured.

This is Gardleye's reward for Iyalian giving up some food, and Iyalian doesn't intend to waste it.

——Not to mention, he hasn't thought of the theme of the battle of gods yet. [. 3. ],

"...To be able to target two fraudulent gods who are good at playing with people's hearts at the same time, and to ensure that we win the battle and get out of it unscathed... It's so difficult."

Iyalian felt that his mind was blank, and he couldn't think of any theme for the battle of gods at all.

After two consecutive battles, he wanted to see his Lord Lord very, very, very much, and wanted to return to the warm and comfortable Mage Tower. He wanted to hold his love in his arms, just like two broken puzzle pieces perfectly put together and restored to wholeness...

He lay on the water again, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness into his other half of the Dharma image.

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It was late at night in Amt New City at this time.

It was quiet everywhere, and the residents of the city had already fallen asleep. Only the adventurers who worked day and night and the NPCs on night shift were still working overtime in the brightly lit commercial district.

The lights in the Mage Tower had also been turned off. The Lord Lord, who had been busy for a long time, had already rested on the soft big bed and slept soundly.

The shadow dragon placed beside the Lord Lord's pillow suddenly stopped its rhythmic snoring, turned over, rolled off the pillow, and fell into the faint shadow behind the Lord Lord.

In the darkness, there was no light source, but the shadow dragon violated the law of optics and turned into a dark shadow as dark as ink. The shadow grew bigger and bigger, and it stretched from a small dragon shape to a human shape.

The tentacles became thinner and thinner, and finally turned into hair; the wings wrapped around the body and turned into soft silver clothes; the front claws turned into powerful arms, and the dragon-shaped hind legs turned into two long legs covered with perfect muscles...

In an instant, the virtual and the real reversed, the darkness turned into silver, the virtual shadow turned into a real entity, and the mud-like sticky black shadow became a smooth silver-haired man, gently landing on the half-empty big bed, as if he had never left.

Mo Yu seemed to feel something in his sleep, and squirmed slightly in the quilt, mumbling a few meaningless words.

Iyalian propped up his upper body slightly, leaned on the pillow and stared at his lord quietly, like a giant dragon circling his treasure.

The sense of satisfaction instantly filled the knight's chest. It seemed that there was a missing piece of chest before, but now it was full, constantly overflowing with joy and happiness.

Iyalian supported his right hand on the pillow, leaned down gently, and placed a gentle kiss on the lord's soft furry black hair.

His silver hair fell with the movement, entangled with the black hair. Iyalian reached out and gently fiddled with it, but did not separate the two.

When the lord slept, he always liked to wrap himself into a round cocoon. When he slept restlessly, he would roll left and right. What Iyalian liked to do most was to hold this big cocoon in his arms.

He thought so and did so. When the lord fell into his embrace, the silver-haired new god couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

They are like two puzzle pieces that fit together. When they are alone, they have their own shapes and angles, but once they are put together, they become a perfect circle.

——They come from two different worlds, but they are made for each other.