Cloud Thinking

When Helia stepped onto the high platform under the gaze of the crowd, it meant that the welcoming ceremony had officially begun. Everyone looked at her with curiosity, doubt, hostility, or fear, and occasionally whispered to the people around them. The princes, princesses, and nobles who came to watch were scattered on the platforms extending from the tall buildings on both sides of the street.

One even has to pay to get the seat closest to the platform, and the closer one is to the front, the more noble one's status is displayed. Nobles always like to spend their time pursuing these forms of nobility, and they feel that even if they die, they are unwilling to lower their noble heads.

How funny.

Helia was wearing an elaborate red and white dress, holding a scepter that was a head taller than her. She slowly walked into the center of the magic circle that had been drawn in advance, slammed the scepter into the ground, input magic power into it, and activated the magic circle under her feet.

The materials needed for the summoning ritual were placed one by one on a long table not far away. Helia took them in order according to what was written in the book, melted them with the flame in her hand, extracted the most essential power from them, and put them into the magic circle.

As Helia moved, the magic circle lit up in circles from the inside out, until she held a crystal skull in both hands, knelt on one knee, and placed it at the center of the circle. The entire magic circle immediately emitted a beam of light that shot up into the sky, piercing through the thin cloud above the platform and quickly spreading out in a circle.

The magic circle in front of him was like a boiling pot, with tremendous magic power roiling in it. As the beam of light rose, the restless magic power found an outlet, swarmed upwards, and exploded in the air like fireworks, transforming into elemental power and returning to nature.

The summoning ceremony is actually a performance, similar to a fireworks show. It is not accurate to call it a summoning. It should be said to be catering to the preferences of the gods. Every god has his own preferences to some extent, and humans offer the things that the gods like in exchange for a glance from the gods.

Helia put the scepter aside, walked to the edge of the platform, raised her hands and slowly pressed them down. The crowd, which had been amazed and noisy by the extraordinary sight, gradually quieted down.

After the crowd gathered at the scene looked at her quietly, Helia retracted her hands, clasped them in front of her chest, and shouted: "Now, let us pray from the bottom of our hearts for the great God to come!" After that, she lowered her head, seemingly praying devoutly for the coming of God, but in fact she was frantically shouting the name of order in her heart.

Helia: Herzmanlita, Herzmanlita, Herzmanlita, if you don't come, you're a coward, a coward, a bastard, a coward! Come on, come on, I'll give you three numbers, you come right away!

Everyone followed Helia's example, clasped their hands in front of their chests, lowered their heads, and called out the god's name in their hearts.

This went on for nearly ten minutes. Some people in the audience had already looked up impatiently. Helia also felt that it was most likely a failure. Order was really shrinking its head and acting like a grandson. It was not reliable at all!

In desperation, Helia had to take out the other spare materials placed under the long table and threw them all into the magic circle. The beams of light that broke through the air became colorful, and looked just like the lighting in a KTV, which made people have a lot of question marks.

Order didn't respond to her, and it seemed unlikely that other gods would respond to her, but this was her only way to leave here right now. She had already staked everything on it, and there was no turning back. She had to succeed.

To do this, she cut her palm and blood dripped into the magic circle. In an instant, the red light that shot up into the sky swallowed up all the previous colorful lights, leaving only a touch of red that made people feel shocked and palpitating.

"Father, father, I'm placing my bet on you this time. You must find a way to help me..." Helia murmured.

She called out the name of every god, such as Turmeage, William Tanlis, Sphentenia, Sophieline, Ameshizik, etc. She called out all the names she knew, even the false god Osinoto, she called out a few times. Who knows, there might be a few cultists among the believers present.

Soon, thunder rumbled in the sky, and in an instant, a bolt of lightning broke through the air and struck the magic circle behind Helia, colliding with the spiritual power in the magic circle and exploding directly. If Helia had not reacted in time and raised her hand to cast a defensive protection spell, she would have turned into charcoal like the magic circle.

No, which god? Why are you so mad? I just called your name! What's the big deal?

"Watersiser, my good father, if you don't help me this time, I will be really helpless." Helia looked at the magic circle that had been smashed into ashes and murmured in despair.

Although according to history, Watersise is now in a state of dismemberment and his authority is in the hands of Order, Order cannot use the power of War and cannot grasp the authority of War. The consciousness of War is deposited in its authority, which means that although War is dead on the surface, in fact, he is now beside Order.

The beam of light that shot up into the sky dissipated. It should have been a sunny day today, but now a large group of dark clouds floated overhead. The whole sky darkened, and lightning flashed in the clouds. It seemed that a god was planning to strike down Helia, a disrespectful person, and was probably aiming at her now...

"Damn it, they are really courting death..." Helia stared at the lightning that was about to fall in the clouds and laughed at herself. The crowd below was already boiling with excitement. They looked up at the cloudy sky and shouted that the gods were angry and were going to bring down divine punishment. The crowd screamed and fled in all directions, pushing each other in the chaos.

The nobles who were sitting on the balcony watching the scene had sensed something was wrong when the lightning struck and had immediately fled. Although they loved to pretend, they still valued their lives. It could even be said that they were more sensitive to danger. Whenever they heard the slightest movement, they would run away like frightened mice.

The second bolt of lightning struck, but surprisingly, in Helia's eyes, the lightning that should have been as fast as light was infinitely slowed down. She saw the beam of light coming towards her, and she instinctively pounced forward and avoided the lightning.

Seeing a circle of black on the spot where she had been standing, Helia touched her chest with lingering fear, feeling her heartbeat intensify due to the shock.

What happened just now? Why did the lightning strike so slowly that she could dodge it? Is there something wrong with my body, or is there another god helping me? If there really was a god who heard her cry and came to help her, who would it be? Who was chasing her and striking her now?

Helia was still in shock, but soon the third lightning was about to come down, almost the same as the previous one. This lightning also seemed infinitely slower in her eyes. She rolled on the spot and avoided the fatal lightning.

No, no! Helia noticed one thing, that is, compared with the first slow lightning strike, this time the lightning seemed to be a little faster, although only a little bit, but because she wanted to see clearly what was going on this time, she focused all her attention on the lightning strike, and then she found something wrong.

So is it that the lightning is striking faster, or is it that the mysterious power that helps her is weakening little by little?

If it was the latter, then she had to find a way out before this power completely disappeared. The god of thunder looked like he would not stop until he struck her to death. She had to get rid of him before the thunder slowed down, or in other words, leave this world.

Helia's mind was working rapidly. The gods would not show up, and she would never be able to get rid of them. This was wishful thinking. She tried to use the power of the gods to tear this space apart. This plan seemed to have failed, but in fact it was only half a failure. Although the power of the gods could not be used by her, the gods noticed her, didn't they?

But the power of the falling lightning alone is not enough to tear the world apart. She needs to attract the attention of more gods, whether they want to help her or punish her. She needs to make the power gathered on her great enough to split the space before the power that protects her dissipates.

As a result, those who were still present saw their saint suddenly go crazy and start shouting to the sky: "Turmeyage, you are a traitor! A running dog! You are called the God of Light, but you used such a sinister method to ascend to the throne. As a follower of Adalasi, you killed him and seized his authority. In order to prevent him from resurrecting, you even chopped Adalasi into pieces of bones and sealed them in different urns. You are an ungrateful and shameless person!"

"Bah! How can someone like you become the God of Light? I feel sorry for your followers. It's pitiful that they believe in such a ruthless villain!"

The thunder in the sky stopped for a moment, and then a bolt of lightning almost as thick as a person struck down. Fortunately, Helia dodged it in advance, otherwise, this bolt would have directly struck her to pieces without leaving even a ash!

Angry! This trick works! Not only was Helia not afraid, she even cheered in her heart.

"William Tenlis! Do you know? Your ex-lover, Adalasi, said you were old and ugly! And your tentacles were particularly disgusting! Every time he touched you, he wanted to rub off a layer of skin on his body! He also said that your voice was as ugly and noisy as a frog's croak! He couldn't sleep at night just by looking at you!"

These were all made up by Helia. Adalaisi rarely mentioned his old lover, and when he did, he would not say bad things about her. After all, they had no grudges against each other, and their cooperation was quite smooth. Even when William Tanlis helped Turmejaj to stab him in the back, he had no complaints.

He loves Him so much, there is no doubt about it.

Although Helia's provocation was very clumsy and the high and mighty gods should not have paid attention to it, now that a god has already been taught a lesson, if William Tanlis does not respond, she will be regarded as a coward by other gods.

So the next second, the whole sky suddenly turned dark, and the rich black almost penetrated into people's bones, and the lightning hidden in it seemed brighter against the backdrop of the black sky. The lightning was almost as strong as two people hugging each other, and Helia's clothes were unfortunately struck, and turned into ashes and disappeared.

Come on! Come on! More!

"And Herzmanlita, you're just a jerk. You only know how to pick up loose ends all day long, and you even bully women! You can't beat Watersisse, so you drag others into a group fight. In team battles, you just act like a jerk, putting in the least effort to grab the most spoils! Ugh!"

"You covet the power of the goddess of fate, and shamelessly come to her door to ask for it. Who do you think you are? You are so shameless! Your skin is thicker than a city wall! When she refuses to give it to you, you use despicable means to coerce her. I have never seen a guy as shameless as you!"

"And what about the God of Time and Space? You are just a dog of order, you know that! You do whatever He tells you to do! Even dogs are not as loyal and obedient as you! It's really laughable!"

"That Sphentanya is the same, and you're also calling me the goddess of luck. Ever since I worshipped you, I've been getting more and more unlucky! Don't call me the goddess of luck anymore, call me the goddess of bad luck instead! You didn't steal my luck, did you? You thief! A thief!"

"And Sophie Lin, you are the goddess of love, but I have never seen you do anything for your believers. You are just a freeloader! Your believers worship you so much, but you ignore their suffering. You are totally unqualified! Are you worthy enough to sit on the throne and enjoy everyone's worship? You are so shameless!"

Perhaps some of Helia's words really hit the nail on the head for some believers, or perhaps it was simply due to a struggle between religions. For example, rival families would curse at each other, and some believers who had not yet escaped also followed Helia in cursing. It seemed that they had been holding grudges for a long time!

The yelling was useful. At least, after nearly twenty seconds of near-death silence, a pair of giant hands tore through the darkness and reached straight towards Helia.

There was a blood-red eye on the back of the giant hand, which was spinning around and finally locked onto Helia, staring at her as if it wanted to see through her.

At the same time, the area within a ten-meter radius of Helia suddenly lit up slightly. Looking up, it was the light projected by the lightning gathered in the sky. This was an AOE range skill that was intended to ensure that Helia could not escape in a short time.

In the darkness surrounding her, there were sounds of grim laughter and very clear grinding of teeth. Suddenly, her ankles tightened, and when she looked down, she found that many hands had stretched out from the darkness and tightly grasped her body, making her unable to move and could only wait for death on the spot.

As the giant hand approached, Helia also found that she suddenly had many cuts on her body, but it didn't hurt at all. She could clearly see the bones and internal organs in her body through those cuts, especially the heart in the left chest. It was beating rapidly and glowing slightly, as if it was saying "Come and take me away". This was definitely a taunt buff!

"Haha! With so many gods against me, it's worth it even if I die!" Helia even smiled and said this jokingly before she died.

A giant hand grabbed her, lightning struck, and a hand hidden in the darkness pinched her neck, grabbing her heart through the crack. The sound of grinding teeth rang in her ears, and a bloody mouth covered her head.

At the moment when all the power was gathered on her, the whole world suddenly stopped. Then, there was a loud noise like glass breaking. The scene around Helia shattered like a lens, and then turned into dust and drifted away with the wind.

She won the bet.

Of course, the feeling of being on the verge of death was still extremely real. She was now holding her left chest and gasping for breath. Her legs were a little weak, but she did not fall down because her body was stiff.

The surrounding scenes were shattering and dispersing, leaving only an empty white space. She was very familiar with it. It was the domain.

"You are really a lunatic." A familiar voice came from not far away. When Helia heard it, she was sure that the place where she was now was Turhei's territory.

"Haha, you're too kind. I'm just a little crazy." Helia was still in the mood to joke.

"If the gods don't bring down divine punishment together in the end, you'll be dead. You're gambling! You're gambling with your life!" Turhei almost gritted his teeth as he spoke. He had never seen such a madman who dared to challenge so many gods at once and tore his fictional space apart.

What's the difference between this and flipping the table while eating?!

"No, you guessed wrong. That's not what I'm betting on." Helia said, "The only thing I'm betting on is whether their combined power is enough to tear the world apart."

"I am sure that they will act together, and the divine punishment will fall together."

Turheyi was puzzled, "Speculating the mind of the gods, isn't that gambling?"

"Because this is both an execution and a silent contest. Every god hopes that they are the ones who execute me. The executioner will represent the winner. They all hope that they can win this contest."

"But this is impossible, because I am a very fragile person. They can kill me with just a snap of their fingers."

"Every god wants to win. Once they compete, this execution will lose its value. What they need to do is to execute me, a disrespectful person, instead of fighting among themselves. Therefore, there will be no winner in this fight."

"They will definitely act together. This will not only show their attitude, but also prevent them from appearing cowardly and incompetent in this execution."

Maybe it was because he had just witnessed Helia's madness, so when he suddenly saw her wisdom, he felt a little disconnected.

Could it be that this guy has two personalities, sometimes crazy and sometimes good?

Helia calmed her breath which was rapid and short due to shock, and finally turned around and faced Turhei.

The other person was not the blonde with blue eyes in the world just now, but the corpse she saw. She was a little confused and expressed her doubts: "How should I call you, His Highness Turhei, or Archbishop Friday?"

Tuerhei raised his eyes to meet her gaze and smiled slightly, "Who do you think I am, Her Highness Helia?"

"Or rather, who do you want me to be?"

He is indeed a handsome guy. His smile makes the world look better. Helia spent thirty seconds being infatuated with him before slowly giving her answer:

"I wish you were dead."