Cloud Thinking

A heart that is separated from the body but still beating? Helia stared at the contents of the box in her hand, and eight hundred question marks instantly appeared in her head, but she was soon relieved.

The Morogen religion is a cult. If it were them, it would be normal for them to do anything crazy and weird.

It would be strange if they did normal things!

This small box was placed in the chest cavity of Monday's corpse. It should be his heart. Since his heart was still beating, he should still be alive.

But, it's still very strange! If there was only his heart left in the coffin, it couldn't be that the heart had a mouth and ate all the blood and flesh it was fed, right? Definitely not! The small box was very clean, not stained with any blood, and before Helia opened it, it was separated by a lock and a barrier, so it was unlikely that it ran out to "eat" on its own.

But Helia hasn't encountered any living creatures so far. Looking at the bones that were just moved out, some of the flesh and blood still looked very fresh. Tarod should have come to feed them not long ago, and he should have fed them a lot. After all, he would not be here for a while. What's more, the coffin had been sealed until she came to dig the grave. Even if there were any living creatures hidden in it, she should have noticed it after opening it, but the problem was that there were no living creatures in this damn place except herself.

That leaves only this strange barrier.

Helia took out a piece of pork wrapped in cloth from the package she brought. She had stolen it when she sneaked into the kitchen while Demary was cooking dinner. After all, the two children had given such obvious clues, so she had naturally prepared in advance before coming here.

She threw the pork onto the barrier, then placed her hands on the coffin wall and stared inside. As expected, she soon saw the barrier flashing with a strange red light, and under the influence of the red light, the pork was gradually decomposed, as if it was melting, and the part that touched the barrier gradually disappeared, seeping downwards, turning into dots of starlight and flowing into the incomplete corpse.

Helia looked at the small box in her hand and the direction of the light flow. It probably flowed into the heart placed in the box.

Tarod fed this meat to keep the heart beating. The meat was extracted through the barrier and turned into energy to keep the owner of the heart alive.

Now that we know that this coffin is the source of Monday's life, the source of his life, then why is there another set of human skins in Tarod's closet? Is Monday left with only a heart, a piece of human skin and a corpse? How can this be considered alive?

Since Tarod can achieve immortality through soul transfer, then can Monday do the same?

Will he not need a fixed body like Tarod to transfer his soul? He may not even need a body. As long as he has a beating heart, he can survive in the world as a soul. As long as he needs, he can put on human skin and become a human.

"Ghost..." Helia immediately figured out the ghost the children were talking about. It should be Monday! Or to be more precise, it was Monday in human skin! It was the soul of Monday! He suspected that Asini and Fani knew his secret, so he had been watching them, but for some reason he didn't kill them directly.

So what was limiting his actions? Was it because the children were not exposed to the real secrets?

No, if that was the reason, Monday shouldn't have stared at Fanny all the time, or even stood by her bed all night to scare her. His actions seemed more like he was restrained by something, rather than being able to kill her directly.

Something…?

A light suddenly flashed through her mind. Thinking of this, Helia immediately turned around and climbed out of the pit, covered the box containing the heart and tucked it under her armpit, then ran quickly to the orphanage.

Children are in danger!!!

A vague figure dragged his weak legs and floated in the long dark corridor of the orphanage like a ghost. His heavy head was lowered and almost fell on his chest. Only his slightly messy black hair could be seen. Weird and eerie syllables came out as he moved, as if he was humming some nightmare version of a nursery rhyme. His right hand hanging by his side held a long sword, and the blade dragged on the floor. The blood on it left an intermittent bloodstain on the corridor as he dragged the sword.

From a distance, it looked like a piece of clothing suspended in the air by a clothes hanger, and moving slowly forward strangely.

Following the blood trail, I saw a pool of blood flowing out from under a half-open door. Inside the room lay a corpse with its throat slit, its limbs cut and its tendons severed. Its eyeballs were bulging so high that they almost popped out, and there were purple bruises on its neck. Its eyes, which could not be closed, showed the deceased's last emotion - fear.

The wind outside the window blew into the house, carrying the bloody smell inside with it, as if it was going to spread the breath of death throughout the entire orphanage.

Because of what Asini said today, Fanny was so frightened that she couldn't sleep at all. She tossed and turned in bed, wrapping herself completely in the quilt, not daring to show even her head.

The fact that the quilt is a safe zone seems to be a consensus among almost everyone in any world, even in another world.

But she really wanted to know whether what Asini said was true, so she had to curl up her body, open a thin gap at the edge of the quilt, and observe the situation beside the bed through the gap.

Don't be afraid, the princess is watching over me. With the princess here, she will definitely protect me, Fanny thought.

The room where Helia stayed, Jepas's, was right next door, and before going to bed, she promised Fanny that she would help them keep an eye on the door of the room, and if any sneaky figure approached, she would immediately take action to catch that person.

Of course, Helia said all these to comfort the children. After all, it was only after she confirmed Monday's coffin that she was sure that the erratic ghost was Monday who intended to commit a crime, rather than an illusion imagined by the children out of fear and anxiety.

But when she realized the truth belatedly, the chance of salvation had already passed her by, and her momentary curiosity and greed, and her unconscious choice, led to the worst possible outcome.

It was the bloody smell that she was most familiar with. Helia even suspected that her nose was broken. Otherwise, why would she smell a stronger smell of blood in the orphanage than the coffins filled with blood and countless corpses?

She took a step forward and could feel the sticky touch under her feet even through her thick boots. She looked down and found that the wooden floor had already been soaked with blood, even overflowing with blood, and was about to trip up passers-by and drag them down.

A shrill scream pulled Helia's attention back from her panic. She gripped her wand tightly and ran towards the source of the sound. She ran so fast that her heart was screaming with pain, but she did not slow down at all.

She slammed open the doors of the rooms she passed by. The children either huddled together in fear in the corners, or scattered and hid in the cabinets under the beds. Helia had no time to take care of them and only had time to tell them to leave quickly.

"Take the others and run! Run to the main road! Find the guards! Quickly!" She grabbed one of the older and still calm children and instructed.

She didn't have time to cast protective magic on the children, so she had to tear off the necklace that Karl Ze had given her and put it into the child's hands. "Let everyone stay with you. It will protect you! Go!"

The goddess of luck may not be willing to bless her, but she will definitely not be stingy in bestowing good luck on these children who are already living in misfortune.

She carefully counted and found that there were about eight children sleeping in one room, but it was possible that some rooms were not full. When she passed by four rooms, she saw blood flowing all the way from the corridor, which meant that the children in the rooms were most likely all killed.

She stopped at the door of the fifth room.

She saw a strange human skin holding a child and biting the child's chest like a beast.

She saw that at the feet of the human skin were several children lying here and there with their eyes wide open, refusing to close them even in death. Their chests were broken open and their heads were all tilted towards the door, as if they were still hoping that someone would come to save them before they died.

She saw the familiar figure who once happily hugged her and called her "Princess Sister", now lying in a pool of blood with his small body twisted, his mouth slightly open, as if shouting something.

"I want you to die!" Helia's eyes turned red with anger. She rushed towards the ghostly human skin with her wand in hand, muttering a spell quickly. A fire dragon flew out from her hand and wrapped around the human skin that was as soft and boneless as a strip of cloth.

While the human skin was still not able to react, she snatched the child he was chewing, and the warm blood splattered everywhere, burning her severely.

How painful it must have been for the child. Even though her chest was bitten to pieces with blood and flesh, and even the white bones were visible, she still did not die. She could only helplessly allow herself to be eaten.

But Helia couldn't save her. She was not a healing magician and couldn't use healing magic. She could only watch the child in her arms open her mouth wide, letting the blood flow from her throat. She stretched out her little hands to touch Helia, but fell down weakly in mid-air.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Helia's hands trembled unconsciously. She felt as if there were a thousand pounds in her hands. She could hardly hold up the skinny child.

How can life be so heavy? How can it be so heavy! It is so heavy that I cannot bear it, but I cannot let it go easily.

Tears had already welled up in her eyes, soaking her face unknowingly. Her throat was tight and all that came out was a scream of collapse. She felt that there was only a blood-red color in front of her eyes, so red that it was almost black, but in the black there was an indelible red that was very dazzling.

"Who the hell are you?" Monday picked up the long sword he had thrown aside, raised his empty eye sockets and looked at the collapsed and wailing Helia. The lower half of his face was covered in blood, and his fangs that could eat human flesh were exposed as he spoke.

The fire dragon that was wrapping tighter and tighter around his body, almost breaking his bones, seemed to have no effect on him. If this magic was cast on an ordinary person, he would have been dead by now, but he was left with only a piece of skin and a few bones, and could not be considered a living person. The damage that this magic could cause to him was minimal.

Helia did not answer. She put the child in her arms aside, raised her hand and pulled out of the field, teleporting Zhou Yi and herself directly into the field.

The children had died tragically enough, and she didn't want their bodies to be destroyed any further.

But at this moment, her domain was in chaos, the war between gods was still going on, and within the range visible to the naked eye, there were rumbling thunder, lightning that split the sky, and the constantly shaking and collapsing ground. The corpses of the warriors and the rivers of blood fell apart as the vague figures in the sky raised their hands and feet.

Affected by Helia's mood, her domain is also on the verge of collapse.

But this is a matter of time, just like a good show always has to come to an end. Her domain is affected by the remaining will of Watersise, and is staging the magnificent and tragic war between gods that happened 1,600 years ago. The ending has already been determined and we already know it. So when the story comes to an end and the God of War falls, this domain will collapse.

It's just a matter of time.

Even though her territory has changed beyond all recognition, she is still the master of this place, and in her home turf, she can maximize her power.

In a fit of rage, she used all the killing magic she had learned, but the power that could kill millions of people could not do anything to a piece of human skin that was neither alive nor dead.

To be precise, she can only kill people, but she cannot kill a ghost thing that cannot be called a human.