Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

After seeing the old man off, Salollia put on her hood and cloak, hurriedly left the magic tower, passed through the teleportation array, and knocked on the door of Mage Mo Yu's tower.

She hurriedly nodded to De Carlo who opened the door, then trotted upstairs in three steps and two steps at a time, and found her foster brother and his knight on the third floor, drinking milk tea and eating stew.

"Sister?" When Mo Yu saw her, he quickly put down his bowls and chopsticks and stood up to greet her.

Sarlulia did not exchange polite greetings with him, but directly pulled out an empty chair and sat down: "Lia, barrier."

The little world elf Liya flashed for a moment and nodded to Sarloria.

Feeling that the barrier had enveloped the entire mage tower, Salollia said: "Today is the regular main meeting of the Magic Federation Council..."

As a senior social worker, Mo Yu suddenly suffered from PTSD during the meeting, and subconsciously said: "Huh? Are you asking me to participate? I didn't receive the notification?"

Sarloria said with a smile: "No, you don't need to participate. But at today's meeting, a heavyweight of the Magic Federation came - Grandpa Domon Montblanc, a half-step pseudo-god. He has lived for many years. For thousands of years, he has had an extremely complicated relationship and hatred with the Church of Light, and has witnessed several generations of sons of God walking around the world.

I have wanted to talk to him for a long time, but the old man's whereabouts are erratic, and the Mage Tower is closed all year round. There is only this routine principal meeting, and he occasionally shows up to participate. Today I finally got the chance. "

Sarlulia's expression became serious: "I asked a lot about the secrets of the God of Light. I have to tell you that many of your previous speculations about the God of Light are wrong. They are based on the God of Light deliberately throwing On top of the false clues and false information, there are traps and baits set by the God of Light.”

She carefully recounted the information from Domeng, and then said: "I always felt that there were some unclear doubts in our inferences, such as what are the flaws in the cornerstone of the God of Light, and what is the nature of the God's descent?" What can the law make up for... Now it seems that Grandpa Domeng’s words make more sense.”

"Good guy." Mo Yu murmured: "What kind of divine intervention is this? This is in a real-name game with one person and one number. It is illegal to use a fake ID to open a power leveling account, and every account is either a face-grabbing or a fake. The IDs are all high imitation numbers!”

Mo Yu thought about various high-imitation trumpets that looked exactly the same as the God of Light, the God of Light, the God of Light, and the God of Light, Sun and Moon] that filled the screen. They were just like those that he had seen at the collection point in the past, with strange postures and circling around. There was a trumpet hanging outside the studio of the living person, and he instantly shuddered.

He couldn't help but look at Ialien with a strange look, and said with a heartbroken look on his face: "You almost became the studio trumpet of the God of Light!"

Ialien: "...?"