Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

There is also a letter from Cardinal Bresley.

The cardinal, who was sweet-tongued and eloquent, promised Mayor Desmond many benefits in his letter. But judging from the subsequent experience of Mayor Desmond given by Uncle Scar, the gap between these so-called benefits and reality is like the distance between the most outrageous seller’s show and the buyer’s show. It cannot be said that they are exactly the same. Said there was no connection between the two.

——The reason why this letter was sent privately by the Cardinal is probably to give the Pope an excuse to deny it openly.

As long as the big boss has never spoken, then the promise is not a promise, it is the result of the random words of the subordinates/customer service/outsourced contractors. Not happy with the pay? Then look at the people who died in the Montblanc Autonomous Federation. Isn't it already a great tolerance to be able to save one life?

There are varying degrees of damage at the end of several letters. Some are more than half burned, some are only a little burned, and some spells are destroyed before they are ignited. However, the overall contents are still complete and corroborate each other. Coupled with the unique magic inspection methods of this world, it is enough evidence against the Church of Light.

But these can only prove that the Church of Light of that era was insatiable. If you want to completely bring down this behemoth, you have to link these crimes with the God of Light.

Mo Yu took out the magic memory crystal balls from the box. If he guessed correctly, the process of the destruction of the Montblanc Autonomous Federation was recorded here, which was far more detailed than Domont Montblanc's perspective.

He spent a lot of time reading them one by one. In the end, the Lord put down the memory crystals and fell into a long, sad and helpless silence.

"What a tragic story." Mo Yu calmed down for a while, and finally came out of the gloomy memory, and ordered Leah: "Lia, make a few copies of these evidences and give one copy to the Orichalcum Blood Alliance , one for Grandpa Domon, and one for Sister Shar... Well, then edit and adjust the order of these memories to make them into the main plot content that has been typed, and put it into the players' systems..."

The Lord Lord let out a long sigh: "=′｀* Alas, players can just throw away the mission props and run away, but NPCs have so many things to consider! It's time to convene an alliance meeting. We have to Tell the world the truth that has been sealed for too long...

This world has been ruled by an evil god for too long, too long. It’s time to expose his lies, tear off his mask, and let people see his true nature! "

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A secret meeting of the World Alliance is being held quietly in the deepest part of the underground of the tallest mage tower in Coroncel, the Magic Federation.

The participants in this meeting span a wide range, ranging from the true gods and world consciousness of this world, to ordinary ordinary people, and in between there are extraordinary leaders of various races and federal forces... They and they may want to save the world. , or want to protect the tribe and family, or have deep hatred for the God of Light and the Church of Light and are determined to take revenge to the end...or, all of the above.

But whether it is them or them, every god, every transcendent, and every ordinary person is absolutely loyal to the world consciousness - this is confirmed by Leah herself, and there is no doubt about it.

Mrs. Angelina Carrara, the most savvy among the current directors of the Orichalcum Blood Alliance, held up her skirt and sat down elegantly. The businessman beside her, Mr. Peterson Nofelik, clenched the hat in his hand very nervously: "Oh my god. Ah, that's Speaker Salollia! I've only seen her speech projection from a distance during the holidays... Lord Rekar is here too! The man wearing white gloves behind him is here! Who? His men?

ah! That one is the new Poseidon Anne Gelma! I’ve seen His picture on a bag of salt! By the way, those salt and MSG are our best-selling items!

Wait, He is saluting the lady in black wearing a fur shawl? What kind of being could make a god salute? "

Mr. Peterson's confused eyes grew wider and wider.

"That is the goddess of darkness, Gayna, and standing on her left is the goddess of fate, Janus." Domon Montblanc sat on the other side of Mr. Peterson, "It seems that our lord has important news today. Announcement, the Elf King is here too.”

Not only the Elf King came, there was also an Elf woman with a very similar face to Lancel, and there was a silver short-haired swordsman standing next to the Elf woman. Both of them looked extraordinary. He's probably not a nobody.

The strange thing is that there was a lively white skeleton beside them. Mr. Peterson only took one look at it, then trembled and did not dare to look there again.

"Am I late?" A silver-haired translucent figure came out through the wall. It was Calcadora, the knowledge aggregate of the Magic Academy. He nodded politely to the gods one by one, and then turned to Rekar. The man in white gloves behind him said: "Long time no see, my former half."

"Long time no see." The other party adjusted the silver-haired glasses on the bridge of his nose. "The last time we met, we had irreconcilable conflicts due to our respective preferences for the known and the unknown."

"I believe that the small differences between us will not affect our common allegiance to world consciousness." Calcadora smiled.

"That's natural." The man - Wendell also smiled back.

"Now we just need a few people from Nanzhou. Well, the Grand Duke said he would bring them along." The lord looked around the audience and said to the phantom dragon on his shoulder: "There are no adventurers here. Do you plan to attend the meeting? ?”

"Who are you talking to, Lord?" Mr. Peterson asked in Lady Angelina's ear.

The next second, he saw the little dragon on the Lord's shoulder fly up suddenly, disintegrate into a liquid black shadow, and form a human form again... Then a silver figure that was both beautiful and holy, as if it had its own holy light, emerged from the black shadow. emerge from it.

He froze in his position with his mouth wide open and his eyes widened.

Mrs. Angelina hit him with her fan: "Don't worry about the gods' affairs. They kindly invited us as representatives of the Orichalcum Blood Alliance. You should also be informed. Know what you need to know and don't know what you don't know. "

Mr. Peterson nodded sharply, retracted his position and sat upright.

Suddenly, a crystal clear, colorful black bubble passed through the door and entered the conference room directly. There was only a "pop" sound, the bubble disappeared, and several people with very different painting styles took their seats one by one.

"Archduke Ludwig! Mephistopheles!" Mo Yu greeted two of the luxuriously dressed demons in a friendly manner, "Thank you for giving our friend a ride."

Nabu Budamik was dressed in a southern-style indigenous priest's robe, holding a curved long snake staff, and led his sons to salute the two demons: "Thank you both." Then he said to everyone present. Salute: "Thank you for your patience in waiting for us."

"Nanzhou is remote, so you don't need to worry about this little thing."