Cloud Thinking

After seeing a layer of red due to suffocation on Jepas's face, Helia wanted to strangle him to death, but when she saw the unconcealable joy and desire in the depths of his eyes, she just felt that the world was so crazy, and the person in front of her was so crazy, making her seem a little crazy.

This guy was almost strangled to death by himself, but he still felt happy and even wanted more? !

Damn, it's a capital M! What a mistake! He got it easy!

"Sister, please be more forceful. Otherwise, how can you kill me?" Jepas grabbed Helia's wrist and helped her increase the strength of her hand. The obsessed smile on his face made Helia very angry.

If her beating fails to serve as a deterrent and instead makes the other person enjoy it, then her beating is useless and cannot achieve the purpose. Continuing would just be a waste of time.

"Mad man!" She released Jepas's neck, tore off his hand that was tightly grasping her, and walked away after saying this, completely ignoring the person behind her who started laughing loudly.

As the countdown to the upcoming festival started ticking, everyone seemed to have torn off their masks. Helia no longer treated everyone kindly. She would fight with Jepas every day or randomly pick a lucky believer to kill. Seventh also stopped restraining his madness and would harass Helia every day, saying his "classic quotes from domineering bosses", which made Helia so disgusted that she wanted to punch him whenever she saw him.

Jepas was reluctant to hurt her, but he would not let her push him too far either. He always controlled his actions to a level that would allow Helia to vent her anger without causing himself any serious loss.

As for Tarod, well, he wasn't much better. Ever since Helia told him that there were three consciousnesses in her body, he had been struggling with whether the plan should be carried out. He had argued with Seventh several times about this. After all, it was a plan that had been planned for nearly fifteen years, and he couldn't accept giving up just like that.

And Helia didn't let him go. As long as she didn't vent her anger on Qiqi, she would go to Tarod and summon her magic wand to kill people without saying a word. But she couldn't kill him. The body died, but the soul would move. And every time Helia killed someone, she would drag the body into her room like a trophy. On the day before the festival, there were already twelve bodies in different ways piled up in the room.

In order to ensure that the sacrifice that had been prepared for fifteen years would not be killed, Tarod endured it all. Not only did he have to deal with the dispute with his younger brother, but he also had to be vigilant against Helia who might appear out of nowhere to take his life.

Wednesday was the only one hurt in the fierce fight.

This place was like a drug den. Once someone entered, their evil desires would be infinitely magnified, and they would go crazy little by little. Even Helia was no exception. She felt that something in her heart was going out of control. She warned herself every night before going to bed not to let it go. But when facing the psychopathic Zhou Qi, the violent factor was activated again, forcing her unsteady will to succumb to desire.

"Are you a bitch? Are you a bitch? I told you I hate people touching me, if you have any, I'll chop your hands off!" Helia rode on Jepas, holding his collar tightly with one hand and punching his handsome face with the other hand, each time harder and harder.

"Hahaha, sister, are you not full today? Your strength is lighter than yesterday." Jepas, whose face was covered in blood, could still laugh, and even tried to provoke the hot-tempered Helia. "Could it be that sister feels sorry for me, so she doesn't want to kill me?"

Helia didn't hesitate and punched him several more times, ending the one-sided abuse today. She stood up and looked at the back of her hand, which was bloody and red. Tsk, I don't know why this person is so stubborn. He broke the skin on her hand.

She glanced at the guy lying on the ground and laughing, and felt even more annoyed. She kicked him hard before leaving, but it made the damn M even more excited, and he trembled with pleasure.

The festival would be held tomorrow, and the huge underground palace was filled with people hurrying and busy. As the most important sacrifice of the entire festival, Helia swaggered into their altar, summoned her magic wand and blasted the statue that she disliked to pieces, then blasted a big hole in the floor until she saw the small platform leading to the room where the coffins were stored, which Jepas had brought her to before.

The believers passing by watched all this in horror, but even though they were very angry, no one dared to step forward to stop her. After all, Helia had killed no less than five believers so far, and the body of Bishop Wednesday was piled up in her house. Who would dare to provoke this lunatic who was even more like a perverted murderer than them, the believers, if they didn't want to live!

Helia leaped up, cast a levitation spell in mid-air, and landed steadily on the platform. She then used fire magic to light all the candles in the corridor. In the flickering candlelight, she walked towards the coffin step by step.

She stopped in front of the coffin, leaned forward slightly and carefully observed the surface of the coffin board. Last time, she vaguely saw the dense silk threads hanging above the coffin. She didn't take it seriously at the time, but after reading Osinoto's diary, Helia felt it necessary to confirm it again.

She stretched out her palm, parallel to the coffin lid, and swept it back and forth over it, but she didn't feel any obstruction and she didn't touch anything.

How is this going?

She put her hands on the coffin lid and twisted her head to look at it from different angles, but still saw nothing.

She thought the threads were transparent, and she slapped the coffin lid hard to shake off the dust that had accumulated on it, but even so she still saw nothing.

"Do you want me to open the coffin?" Helia said to herself.

She definitely couldn't open it with her thin arms and legs, so she decisively summoned her magic wand and used a levitation magic on the coffin lid, but it was of no use, the coffin lid was still tightly fastened to the coffin.

She recalled how Jepas opened the coffin. It seemed that he didn't use magic... He just slapped the side of the coffin hard, and with a bang, the coffin lid flew up.

She imitated Jepas's movements, putting one hand on the coffin lid and the other on the side of the coffin, and then slapped it hard. Unlike the bang when the coffin was opened, there was only a crisp and loud snap. Then Helia withdrew her hand in pain and blew air into her red palm.

As expected, Jepas is not a human being at all! The methods he used are not methods that humans can use!

She put one hand on her waist and the other on the coffin lid, looking left and right to try to find other ways to open the coffin. At this moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of something on the wall of the room. It looked very familiar, and she almost immediately remembered where she had seen it.

"Adalasisi, you are still somewhat useful..." Helia muttered, then quickly walked to the wall where the canvas was scratched, and stood on tiptoe to reach the nails that fixed the canvas.

If using a coffin to seal or imprison the body or soul of a god is a "patent" invented by the giants, then the giants certainly did not just build a coffin. After all, not all gods would stay in it as obediently as Osinoto, at least Adalassi certainly would not, so there were chains and nails in the coffin.

But she saw the nails and chains used to imprison Adalaisi in his coffin, but there were none in this coffin. Could it be that the giants sent a shorter one to Jepas?

I didn't expect that the nails that could break the magic core stone and seal the gods would be wasted and used to hang paintings. It's simply overkill.

She used magic to blast a hole in the wall behind the nail. Only a fool would go to great lengths to pull out the nail, while a smart person would simply let the nail roll down by itself.

The canvas with the Morrogan totem painted on it was accidentally damaged by her, and Helia kicked it aside as if it was a rag picked up from somewhere. She bent down to pick up the stone with the long spikes embedded in it, and used magic to break it open again. Fortunately, the long spikes were not so easy to be destroyed, otherwise she would have to think about it again.

After receiving four long nails, Helia picked one first. After hesitating for a while, she chose a position that was roughly opposite to her head. She held the nail in one hand and used the magic wand in the other to cast a sinking magic. The nail in her hand was like a heavy stone weighing thousands of pounds, and it suddenly pierced into the coffin lid.

After inserting the nail in, she held the magic wand and hit the nail head again and again. The wooden magic wand should not have had much power, but in Helia's hand, it was like a hammer of thousands of stones, banging the nail in little by little, and the magic core stone around the nail also cracked little by little.

Soon, four nails were driven into the coffin at almost the same spot, creating a hole two fingers wide. With the gap, the coffin was not so difficult to open.

Helia kicked the heavy coffin lid several times before she finally got it off. She looked inside and found that the corpse, which had been in good condition, had its forehead pierced by the violent nail she had just driven into it. A blood-red hole suddenly appeared on Osinoto's forehead, but no blood flowed out. Looking into the small hole, she could only see a pool of blood.

The walls of the coffin were quite high, and Helia couldn't stand outside the coffin to examine the body, so she climbed in, spread her legs and stepped on the waist of the body, then bent down to observe the body carefully.

She first simply touched the surface of the corpse and did not feel any traces of silk thread. Then she grabbed the dead man's chin and turned it left and right, but did not find anything special.

"Strange... Am I really seeing things...?" Helia muttered to herself. She grabbed Osinoto's left arm with both hands, intending to turn him over to see if there were any clues at the bottom of the coffin or on his back.

But she didn't know whether there was something at the bottom of the coffin or the magic core stone used to make the coffin was not polished smooth. When she turned the corpse over to lie on its side, she felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand. She pulled her hand back and found that there was a cut on the back of her hand. A drop of blood slid down the wound and dripped onto Osinoto's body before she could react.

Helia's crisis radar beeped. She stared at the bloodstains on the corpse's clothes. She only had time to curse, "I'm so unlucky..." before she tilted her body and passed out.

"A child of Abraham's royal family?"

A voice that seemed to come from the horizon woke Helia up. She opened her eyes suddenly and found herself in a pure white environment. There was nothing around her.

It's not surprising that the other party recognized her. With her bold red hair and blue eyes, it would be strange if she didn't recognize her. (Specially referring to Ian Hill)

"Osinoto Santak?" Helia subconsciously covered her left chest after sitting up. Ever since her heart was dug out, she would subconsciously protect her heart when she was in danger. She really didn't want to experience that kind of pain again.

A light laugh came from the sky, "You are young, but you are very brave."

But the next second, Helia felt a hand on her head, and a distant and vague voice suddenly rang in her ears: "Dare to call me by my real name? Are you stupid or arrogant?"

"Maybe... both?" Helia really hated her body at this moment. Even if she protected her heart, it would be useless. She would still die if her brain was crushed. She could die if she stabbed anywhere and bled...

Haha, humans are such a fragile yet powerful species...

Perhaps this answer pleased Him. Although the hand on His head did not move away, His tone was obviously a little more relaxed: "I have never seen you. Which emperor's child are you?"

Helia introduced herself seriously: "The 37th Emperor of the Otis Empire, daughter of Claude Abraham, Helia Parks Abraham."