Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

The streets of the Golden Country were bustling with people coming and going, and everyone's face was beaming with joy, not at all like the lifeless and dull appearance that the adventurers had seen at the beginning.

The black-haired magician shuttled through the crowd, looking around from time to time, as if looking for a certain figure.

"The prince is on tour - idle people, please get out of the way -" The shouts of the guards came from not far away. Although there were no gongs and drums, it was still somewhat similar to the ancient gongs and drums to clear the way.

The guards in golden armor cleared the way in front with great momentum, and the silver-haired prince wore a gorgeous silver robe with intricate patterns, riding on a silver-white horse like a banished immortal, and was surrounded by the crowd and moved forward.

The black-haired magician was not afraid of the spears and golden whips in the hands of the golden guards. He did not disperse with the people of the Golden Country to make way. Instead, he stepped forward and stood in the middle of the street, like Moses who parted the sea, blocking the way of the prince's guards.

The golden guards were separated like the sea, and then gathered again, surrounding the black-haired magician.

"Who is it?" The captain of the guards shouted, "The prince is going out, why don't you give way?"

The black-haired magician ignored him, but raised his head and looked at His Royal Highness the prince on the horse.

He was tall but slender, which was unique to the elves. His gorgeous robes covered his strong and powerful muscles. His exquisite face, as beautiful as a doll, showed no age.

Due to his half-elf bloodline, youth will stay on the delicate face of this immortal prince for a long time. His face is like a slender boy, but his figure is like a vigorous and energetic young man who can shoulder the world - the immortal bloodline makes the most perfect stage of life gather in him, showing a beauty that transcends race, age and gender.

"Your Highness." The black-haired magician raised his lips slightly, with a bit of inexplicable confidence: "I heard that you are missing a concubine?"

"Yes." The clear voice of His Highness sounded, with a hint of smile.

"Then, do you think I am suitable?" The black-haired magician said loudly. The breeze blew his hair, and the sun fell on him, shining with golden light, and with his smile, it was bright and dazzling.

"Suitable." The voice of His Highness sounded with a smile, "This magician from a foreign land, are you willing to ride with me?"

He stretched out his hand to the magician, and the magician smiled, passing through the golden armored guards who kept avoiding him, walked to the horse, and shook the hand handed by the prince.

The two men rode on their horses and left surrounded by the golden armored guards, while a hooded young man hiding in the alley between two stores on the street shrank back into the alley more carefully.

"Hiss, these two are really equal fraudsters, and they make my teeth ache." Mo Yu, who was hiding in the alley, sighed. To be honest, he was a little surprised when he suddenly saw his figure flashing by on the street.

For a normal person who does not have a twin, it is always a bit uncomfortable to suddenly see a figure that looks exactly like him.

However, Mo Yu, who had experienced time travel and was entrusted with the mission of saving the world by Mo Yiwu, who was born exactly like him but was disfigured by pollution, did not hesitate for a second, and his reason quickly returned, and he accurately judged the other party's identity.

——This person must be one of the two fraud gods.

After seeing the special effects lighting added by Him to "himself", Mo Yu was more convinced that the one who disguised himself as "himself" was the God of Light.