Cloud Thinking

Helia carefully recalled Carlisle's behavior after that day, analyzing each of his actions one by one, but she still couldn't find anything unusual.

He even worked with her to destroy the pagans' lair. So many pagans died at that time, but he didn't show any special reaction.

"Maybe it's because the mother plant of the seeds is dead, so it doesn't matter even if they are transferred, the seeds are no longer harmful," explained Watersice.

"Matrix? Who? Camelin?" Helia was confused.

Why is there a biochemical crisis?

I thought the pagan incident was over long ago, but why is there a sequel now?

It’s endless!

"You have to ask yourself." Watersiser threw the question back to Helia, "You are the one who experienced that kidnapping. The seed was planted at that time, and only you know who the Matrix is."

Helia: "......"

Are you kidding me... What can you expect a six-year-old to remember?!

What's more, this was the original owner's psychological trauma. Who would deliberately remember such a thing? Do you think you're not going crazy fast enough?!

Although she had a lot of complaints, Helia quickly searched through her memory, trying to find the so-called "matrix".

The mother body must be alive before her accident, otherwise the seed will not be triggered; and it must die while she is tracking the heretics to Kenleka, otherwise she or Carlisle who may be infected will definitely have problems...

Just as she was racking her brains to think, a strange corpse suddenly appeared in her mind.

"If I remember correctly, we found a... very strange corpse in the Fetteros family's castle..." Helia frowned, trying to reconstruct the scene. "A person was lying in bed, and the mattress sifted away layer by layer of flesh and internal organs, leaving only a skeleton..."

"After putting the body back together, I fed him blood and he suddenly came back to life. Then we got a key."

"I've never been able to figure out why there's such a strange corpse, and why it reacts to my blood..."

"If that person is the Matrix, then the second question can be explained."

Her brows furrowed even more tightly. "But I still don't understand why he died like that..."

Watersise's memory was clearer than hers, and he recalled some details: "Didn't you find any traces of magic around the body at that time?"

"Oh, right... so we guessed at the time..." Helia's eyes gradually lit up, "We suspected that the gods killed him!"

"It was the God of Wisdom who killed him and left me clues to lead me to an audience!"

He is said to be the God of Wisdom, but he is actually Tang Yaoxing.

Perhaps Tang Yaoxing took action because he was worried that the seed trigger would contaminate Helia and cause her to lose control...

But why not solve it before it is triggered? Why wait until an outbreak occurs before taking action?

Helia reasonably suspected that Tang Yaoxing had completely forgotten about this matter and only remembered it after the first attack. That was when he killed the mother body and gave her the so-called trial questions.

This matter had originally started with Him and would end with Him. Even if Helia was told, it would be of no use. Instead, it might make her suspicious, suspecting that there was something strange left on her body, and that her life and death were controlled by Him.

Not explaining this matter can make Watersice take the blame, creating a rift between them and making it impossible for them to truly trust each other.

Helia is afraid of Watersise. If she wants to deal with Watersise, she needs the help of God, so she has to ask Tang Yaoxing for help.

Helia cannot do without Tang Yaoxing and the others, so they can better control her to achieve the goal of saving the world.

This is a really clever move... Such a small thing can actually achieve so many goals...

I don't know how many birds are stabbed with one arrow...

She found herself somewhat underestimating the power of the Messenger of Wisdom—no, the power of wisdom itself.

If Tang Yaoxing was not smart, how could he escape from the hands of the two gods, the Lord God and the God of Wisdom, and how could he sit firmly on the position of God's Messenger for thousands of years?

He is very smart!

Helia just felt cold all over at this moment.

She looked down at her open palms, the delicate veins faintly visible beneath her pale skin.

How many secrets are hidden in this body that she doesn't know about?

It was like a garden that others could enter and exit at will, but she, the owner, didn't even have the key to the gate.

"So now, there shouldn't be anything else strange in my body, right?"

Her voice was so soft as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

System Xiaosi's scanning results always seem to be through a layer of frosted glass - clearly visible yet blurry.

The methods of the gods were like dark patterns sewn into her soul, visible only under certain lighting conditions.

Watersiser was standing right in front of her, so close that she could smell the distinct smell of gunpowder on him.

Helia suddenly realized that the suffocating sense of oppression surrounding the God of War had disappeared since some time ago.

Instead, there was a kind of... strange tranquility, like the sea after a storm, so calm that it made people uneasy.

She looked into Watersise's eyes—those deep blue eyes that always burned with the fire of war, but now they were as gentle as an autumn wheat field.

This is ridiculous.

A god of war actually reminded her of an old man telling stories by the fireplace.

"Father God..." The name rolled around on the tip of his tongue, but he finally swallowed it back.

The blood relationship between them is more illusory than the morning dew, but the role played by Watersice is more competent than her real father.

Helia suddenly wanted to laugh.

She, a mortal who was used as a pawn by the gods, was now seeking refuge from another god.

What's even more ridiculous is that she actually believed in the existence of this person who had started countless wars.

The reflection in Watersiser's eyes swayed gently. Helia saw herself in that ocean—a girl shrouded in mystery, unable to even define herself.

Every time she looked into His eyes, Helia wanted to ask: In His eyes, who am I? What am I?

She was very curious about the answer, from beginning to end.

But she never asked, because she was afraid that the answer would be contrary to what she guessed, and even more afraid of getting a false answer.

After a moment of silence, she spread her arms and looked at the other person with burning eyes, not sure whether she was looking into the other person's eyes or staring at herself in the other person's eyes.

She didn't say anything, but her meaning was clear: she wanted Watersise to help her take a look at her body.

Watersise had expressed his sincerity before, and this trust was proven to be true. Now Helia also needs to show her sincerity to the other party.

She was like a kitten, exposing her soft and fragile belly to the person in front of her, giving him the opportunity and trust to touch it.

It also gave Him the opportunity to stab His own heart.

Watersise's gaze towards her became increasingly gentle. Seeing her open heart, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile of understanding and relief.

"I will help you." He paused, as if feeling that this sentence alone was not convincing enough, and added, "I will always be behind you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his arms just like Helia and held her in his arms, their chests pressed together, their heartbeats gradually syncing.

The hug was not forceful, but one could clearly feel the strength. It was a warm and powerful hug.

Helia also folded her arms, clasping her five fingers tightly around the other's broad and strong arms. She rubbed them against his shoulders like a spoiled child, causing her bangs to stick up randomly, like a little fox.

A faint golden light emanated from Watersiser's fingertips, and that light, like a thawed stream in early spring, gently and irresistibly seeped into Helia's skin.

A strange feeling spread throughout my body - it felt like being wrapped in a wool blanket soaked by the warm winter sun, and it felt as if millions of tiny ants were crawling deep in my bone marrow.

Helia couldn't help wanting to laugh, but the tingling sensation made her want to dodge.

But she was trapped in that warm embrace, with nowhere to escape, and could only let the fine goose bumps crawl all over her body.

Soon, the magic power that did not belong to her was drawn out of her body, and Helia was pushed out of the warm embrace.

She saw a golden light shining brightly in Watersise's eyes. Generally speaking, this kind of light would only appear when he used his divine power.

Her heart sank as she realized that things might be far more complicated than she had imagined.

"Is the situation... very bad?" Although she had a premonition in her heart, she still couldn't help but hold on to a faint hope.

Watersiser frowned slightly and pursed his lips: "It's very confusing."

As a god who had lived with Helia for many years, he should have known this body intimately. However, ever since that otherworldly soul took possession of this body, everything had become confusing.

It’s like a person going to see a doctor. She only knows where she hurts, but doesn’t know what’s going on inside her body, so she needs a doctor to use professional equipment to check.

He was in the same predicament.

Now that he had stepped away and looked at the situation again with the eyes of a god, Watersiser saw a shocking scene: various forces within Helia's body were entangled and intertwined, yet strangely maintaining a certain dangerous balance.

After Helia gained the power of devouring, she has been eating and on the way to eat.

But she is different from Watersise. After swallowing her prey, Watersise can digest it well and transform it into her own strength.

But Helia had indigestion.

This resulted in her body retaining the power of all the prey she had devoured, each with a name, maintaining a delicate balance under the pressure of an even greater force.

Clemini had warned Helia before. When he examined Helia's body, he found that her heart was mixed with four forces. If she couldn't fully control it, her heart would explode sooner or later.

And now, there are definitely more than four forces.

Not only did Wattsiser point out the problem directly, he also offered a very appropriate solution: "You must quickly... become a god."

Only the divine nature can suppress these violent forces in the body, just like using a towering mountain to suppress boiling magma.

At this moment, Helia's body was like a crudely made explosive by a folk alchemist - the ingredients were mixed, the proportions were unbalanced, and it could explode at any time in the most vulnerable blood vessels.

Helia's eyelashes drooped, casting fan-shaped shadows under her eyes, and she began to count the dangerous "residents" within her body:

The first was Talosk, who had been fused with a self-aware monster. She ate their hearts, and she still remembered the strange texture and taste.

She was then imprisoned in a tower, where she received offerings from villagers near the Sad Forest, absorbing the power of faith and tempering her mortal body.

In order to find a way out of the tower, she broke into Turhei's sea of ​​consciousness, underwent training, and forcibly took away her uncle's power.

Of course, the tower wasn't just supported by Turhei, but also by Hawke's vitality and Euros's magic to make up for the shortcomings.

Next came part of Adalasi's power, which came from the mysterious underground ruins. She swallowed the power that Adalasi deposited in her body and grew a pair of wings, providing the necessary conditions for fighting the Fire Dragon.

Later, when he fought against the Flame Dragon, he ate a whole Flame Dragon's heart raw, and his physical fitness was greatly improved.

Then, in order to save Dean Philip, she devoured the remaining magic power on Golesa's body - it was the most disgusting meal she had ever had.

To a certain extent, the authority of war and the power of Watersise belong to her, and she is now the dominant force in suppressing these miscellaneous forces.

Until the arrival of the system, she had more help and constraints, the power from the main god and the power from outside the world.

After returning to the palace, he met Camelin and went to investigate the pagans and the kidnapping case of that year. He solved the mystery of his life experience and also got help from Tang Yaoxing.

After that, there was the open selection and assessment of the Knights, and they ran into Idrija, the Son of Chaos, who came to cause trouble. He trapped them in the filthy river, and they survived by consuming the evil power in it.

In order to prevent her consciousness from being polluted, she also absorbed a lot of magic power from him to transfer the filthy power in her body.

Later, she left the palace to attack the magic family. She ate a little from each family, so much so that she couldn't even count them all.

However, the most crucial one was the trip to the Arctic Township. Not only did he absorb the power of disaster, but he also gained some memory-related abilities.

After that, it’s now.

With his death, Tarod's remaining strength flowed into her body, serving as an anchor to help her steady her mind to deal with Osinoto.

The power of Osinoto is stored in this bronze pointer. She has not moved it yet because her current condition is not enough to support her to withstand the power of the false god.

After counting them in detail, she was surprised herself. She had swallowed so many miscellaneous things but had not yet burst like a balloon. This showed her strong vitality.

What's even more ironic is that she and Osinotto are walking the same dangerous path - stealing the divine fire with mortal bodies and piecing together the throne through plunder.

In other words, Osinoto's path to godhood is the most valuable reference and the most suitable for Helia's current situation.

"Then let's go in and take a look together." Helia whispered, her fingertips gently stroking the bronze pointer. The touch of the cold metal made her tremble slightly.

She stared at the intricate patterns on the pointer, as if she could glimpse through it the path that Osinotto had once walked - the thorny road that stole the divine fire with a mortal body and forged the godhood with countless powers.

"I want to see with my own eyes what the so-called 'becoming a god' is like."

Her voice was soft, but filled with unquestionable determination.