Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

In the palace in the Square Tower District, Nyarlathotep and the God of Light are indeed still playing their respective roles conscientiously.

Because the God of Light has never actually been to the Golden Land, the scenes in the square tower area are quite nondescript. The exterior is a square tower of a Mayan-style temple, and the inside is a gorgeous European-style marble palace.

The furnishings and decorations are all very similar to the Holy See of Jurlanda, the Holy City of the Church of Light.

The faceless servants worked diligently in the palace, while the 'important' NPCs mechanically repeated actions and conversations. The entire palace was filled with a strange and false atmosphere.

In the banquet hall deep in the palace, the 'Prince' of the Golden Land and his future 'Princess' were facing each other at both ends of the long table, enjoying 'their' lunch.

The knife and fork in the black-haired magician's hand squeaked and scratched the dinner plate, cutting the meat steak that was almost raw and dripping with blood on the silver plate. He put a piece of meat dripping with blood into his mouth, chewing the piece of flesh and blood greedily and satisfactorily, but his eyes looked straight across the long table filled with food, staring at the silver-haired prince sitting at the other end of the long table. '.

He just stared at the god opposite, biting and chewing the raw meat one by one, as if he was eating the body of the evil god.

Nyarlathotep, who had assumed the identity of 'Prince', was unmoved at all. He shook the goblet in his hand, and the wine-red liquid as thick as blood swayed gently in the glass.

There was an incomprehensible smile on his lips, and he looked back at the black-haired magician with interest: "This hair color and appearance really don't match your usual style."

"Isn't this a gift from you?" The black-haired magician's expression was slightly distorted and ferocious for a moment, but quickly returned to normal, "I want to taste you more than that brat Ialien."

"It's a pity, it's a pity," Nyarlathotep's eyes flashed, "Although we are both good at deceiving and cajoling, we also know that we are very different from each other. I enjoy the joy of controlling and deceiving humans. , and also like to observe their struggles, pains, prosperity and endings.

I am the messenger of chaos. The survival of the world, the life and death of human beings, and even the disintegration of time and space are just fun to accompany my meal. Everything is meaningless, and only chaos will remain forever. And you..."

He held the thin foot of the goblet with two fingers and pointed the rim of the cup at the God of Light: "You are a greedy and selfish fraudster. All your plans are paving the way for your grand ambitions. For this reason, you do not hesitate to pretend, Deception, betrayal...using the rules, but also breaking the rules, eating away at the mother's flesh and blood, just to gain more power."

Naia shook her head, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip of wine: "But you are just like the countless insects I have observed, you are small, greedy, and overestimated... I am familiar with your type, but I can never resonate with you. Because in my eyes, you are just ridiculous and ignorant clowns.

What you see as the purpose of your mission means nothing to me; your lifelong struggle is just a farce to me.

After all, gods cannot understand ants. Even if you have the power of a god in this world, you are just an ant screaming hoarsely at my feet. "

"How can the blind and foolish evil god understand the pain of a life that strives to live?" the God of Light said disdainfully, "You who are born and raised by nature are gods with powerful power when you are born from nothingness. How can you understand that I have grown from moment to moment? What is the price to pay for turning a fragile mortal who will die at any moment into an omnipotent god?”

He ruthlessly tore off a bloody piece of meat from the fork: "Evil gods like you who take 'living' for granted, and are so boring that they either sleep or toy with human beings for fun, are only worthy of being my food!"

"It's a pity that you can't eat me," Naia said with a smile, "even if I am just an illusion in this world, a powerful projection...