Cloud Thinking

At the end of the corridor outside the prison stood an iron door. Tarod had not locked the door when he came in. Helia complained about his bad habit of not closing the door in her heart, while she grasped the door handle and pushed it lightly to open it.

Outside the door was a flight of stairs shrouded in darkness. The stairs were long and narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass through. Even though Helia was thin, she couldn't walk side by side with Ianthil.

Not only that, the wall was also in a dilapidated state, covered with pits and bumps of various sizes and shapes, and it was obvious that it had not been repaired for a long time.

The entire corridor was very dark, with almost no light coming in, making it impossible to see where the road ahead led to. Standing here, a cold and eerie wind kept blowing from all directions, mixed with a hint of chill, making people shudder. Each gust of wind seemed to have life, swirling and twisting in the air, making a whimpering sound, as if countless wronged souls were crying out about their tragic experiences.

"How much do you know about the four archbishops of the Morrogan Church?" Helia asked, glancing at Ianhill beside her.

"Which one does Your Highness want to know about? Although the four archbishops are brothers, each archbishop has very different ideas and ways of doing things." Ianhill replied.

Helia held the wand and began to perceive magic. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to merge with the magic power, and then spread it outward like ripples.

As her perception range gradually expanded, she could clearly feel all the subtle changes in the surrounding environment. The flow of the wind, the swaying of the grass and trees, and even the movement of tiny particles in the air were all in her mind.

However, after a careful search, no one else was found.

Helia took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and then stepped onto the stone steps carefully. She held the wand tightly in her hand, and gently held up a small flame with her other hand, the weak light barely illuminated the road ahead.

Ian Hill followed behind her obediently with a calm face. Even though Helia had just killed someone in front of him and he could die at any time, there was no trace of fear on his face. He was so calm as if he was used to it.

"Seventh, do you understand much?" Helia asked.

She now had neither the time nor the energy to test the other party's identity, why he knew all this, or whether what he said was true. As long as the two of them had the same goal at the moment and wanted to leave here, there was no need for Ianhill to deceive her with false information.

The two walked slowly, their footsteps echoing continuously in this enclosed space. Every step seemed so cautious, as if they were afraid to break this rare peace, but at the same time it made people feel an unspeakable depression.

The air around them seemed to become heavier, making their breathing clearly audible. The slight breath was like a breeze blowing over the strings of a piano, playing softly in their ears. In this quiet atmosphere, any sound would be infinitely amplified, and at this moment, only their breathing intertwined to form a unique melody.

Ian Hill lowered his voice and replied, "Well... Qi Qi is the most mysterious and powerful of the four archbishops. It is said that he is a believer chosen by God and is God's representative in the world. He was given a demigod body and even has a godhood."

A demigod? No wonder she felt pain when she heard his voice in the memory fragments, and her eyes bled when she saw him. She couldn't even see his face clearly at that time, because those blood-red eyes took away all her attention. Or maybe it was that the true appearance of a god could not be seen.

If she thought about it carefully, she would find that Helia had never seen the true appearance of the current gods. The evil goddess William Tanlis only descended with her consciousness and occupied the body of Netina. The goddess of luck Sphentenia did not descend in her true body. The God of Light did not show up at all. And now this so-called demigod Seventh Day was just a trace of consciousness stored in the memory fragments...

Aside from Adalassi, why was Helia not affected at all when she saw His true appearance? Was it because He was the Fallen God? Or was it the effect of the symbiotic contract?

Tsk! Why does she always have to deal with these weird things?

"Anything else?" After turning a corner, Helia continued to climb the stairs. It seemed that this dungeon was quite deep. She had already walked up three or four floors and still hadn't seen the exit.

"It is rumored that Seven can predict the future. He may be from the Tanasha family." Ian Hill added.

Helia had known this for a long time, but she was puzzled by the fact that Qiqi was a demigod. Their master was just a human being, not a god at all, so where did he get the power to bestow upon his believers?

"Doesn't the Morogen religion want to create a god? So, is Sunday a semi-finished product or a failed product?"

"To be precise, Sunday is not the product of god-making, but..."

Before Ian Hill could finish his words, Helia turned around and covered his mouth, then dragged him by the arm to the platform at the corner of the corridor, pushed him to the corner, and pressed him against the wall in a posture that would not allow him to be refused.

"Someone is coming, be quiet." Helia raised her index finger to her lips, extinguished the fire in her hand, held the wand and whispered a spell, and saw the figures of the two gradually faded and merged into the darkness.

Because the other party appeared too suddenly, and the corridor was too narrow with no place to hide, he could not escape back to the dungeon, so he could only stay in the corner, hide with concealment magic, and wait for the person to pass by before quietly going upstairs.

Helia leaned her face against Ian Hill's chest. He had taken off his coat and was only wearing a thin shirt. She could feel his firm and full chest rising and falling, and heard his heartbeat getting stronger and stronger. Only then did she realize that they seemed to be too close.

Ian Hill was forced into the corner, feeling the other's warm breath spraying on his chest. At this moment, he was actually a little at a loss, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

The people coming down moved very quickly, because they were already very close to the exit. A group of people in white robes holding oil lamps appeared in sight, with large hoods covering their faces. Helia was very familiar with the clothes, which were exactly the same as the ones she saw on Qiqi in the memory fragments. It seemed that this was the uniform of the Morrogan religion.

A cult known for killing actually chose white uniforms. Is there something wrong with that?

Seeing them approaching this side, because the corridor was narrow, even if Helia and the others tried their best to squeeze themselves into the corner, the person passing by was really big, and was about to touch Helia's back. She suddenly felt a pair of hands on her waist, pushing her inward.

Ian Hill spread his legs and arched his back slightly to allow Helia to move in a little further. He put one hand on the back of her head and the other on her lower back, holding her whole body in his arms.

The strong arm of the man passing by gently brushed against the silky red hair of Helia as he walked past. The other man following closely behind also passed by them without noticing, without even looking at them for a moment.

But only Helia herself knew that at that moment, she felt a strange breath. That breath was like a breeze, passing by her quietly and silently, but leaving an indescribable trace.

Helia listened to the footsteps of these people. After making sure they were far away, she raised her head from Ian Hill's arms, reached out to grab the other's hand on the back of her neck, gently pulled it down, and whispered, "Let's go."

Ian Hill didn't say anything, but just obeyed the other party's actions and walked upstairs. He soon came to a wooden door, which was also not locked and opened with a push.

Outside the door was a spacious corridor. Unlike the dark and damp dungeon, although this place was also filled with moisture, the oil lamps hanging on the walls on both sides emitted a dim light, and the slightly swaying candlelight made the entire space no longer so eerie and terrifying.

The flickering firelight illuminated the figures of the two people moving forward. The long shadows stretched across the ground, sometimes elongated, sometimes twisted, as if controlled by an invisible force. This strange scene made people feel cold and terrified.

"If Sunday isn't the product of god-making, then what?" Helia was still thinking about the unfinished words of the other party, and after confirming that there was no one around, she asked.

Ian Hill looked down at her and found that she was very calm, as if the intimate embrace like that of lovers had never happened. She felt neither shy nor uneasy, just like that heartless and stinky man who flirted with her and then pretended nothing had happened.

"He is a creation of God, and it was God who gave him power. Long before the appearance of Sunday, the Morrogan religion had already created their god." He said lightly.

Helia stroked her chin and thought, "How can order allow people to become gods?"

"The god created by Morrogan has divine status, but lacks divine power," Ianhill explained. "From a structural point of view, He is indeed a god, but He is not recognized by people outside the church. Therefore, He cannot freely bring down divine power like the gods in the sky. He can only show up in places where there is faith."

Helia suddenly felt that she was still lacking in theological knowledge. Her previous tutorials had only covered the basics at best. How come she had never heard of this godly power?

She tried to understand. "You mean, where there are no Morrogans, their gods don't exist, right?"

Ian Hill nodded and said, "Yes, that is to say, His power is not enough to compare with the gods in the heavens. It is just that in terms of status, He shares the word "God" with them."

"But even though His power is far inferior to that of the gods, He is still stronger than ordinary people. If we judge by the ranking system promulgated by the Magic Association, He should also be at the level of a tenth-rank great magician."

Helia: Tenth level... Damn it... The eighth level already stabbed her heart through, let alone the tenth level. Could they just take out her heart and eat it?

I seem to have heard that some people in the Morogen sect like to eat human hearts raw...

"Princess Helia, where are we going next?" Seeing that she was in a daze, Ianthil gently touched her with the back of his hand.

"See if there is anything useful here. We need to seek help from outside." Helia said.

She felt herself as she went upstairs. There was a small, hidden pocket on the waist of her dress, which contained the magic props that Elroy had lent her for communication, the earrings she had asked for from Ian Hill, and the pendant that Karzer had given her around her neck. All of them were gone.

Wednesday must have taken it away from her. It was unclear whether he dropped it in Hawke's office, brought it back here, or destroyed it directly. But Helia felt that Elroy's things could not be destroyed so easily. And judging from Wednesday's imperfect disguise, he should not have had so much time to stay there to search her after knocking her out. It was likely that he took the things away after he caught her.

In order to prevent these things from being tracked, they should have been placed in a place that can shield against magic, or disposed of.

She was not sure whether she was captured in the Morrogan base camp or in Tarod's own territory. If it was the former, she was afraid it would be difficult to escape. After all, there was a demigod named Qi Qi watching everything, and she might not be able to escape even if she ran around. If it was the latter, she could still try, but she was afraid that she was teleported here by teleportation magic, and now she was far away from Saturde, unfamiliar with the place, and it would be risky to escape.

Therefore, calling and waiting for rescue is the best option. During this period, she can also look around to see if she can find any useful clues.