Cloud Thinking

Chapter 51: Despicable Thief, Shameless Traitor

Helia grabbed Theodore and pricked up her ears to listen carefully to the movements around her. After confirming that there were no other living creatures in the space, she slowly climbed up the wall of the coffin and stood up.

This coffin was very large, and it felt like a double burial coffin. It was more than enough for Helia to lie in it with her arms and legs spread out. But what made her feel strange was that this coffin was a little too deep.

When she stood up, she was only a head and a shoulder taller than the wall of the coffin. This was quite different from the coffin she knew and the sarcophagus she saw outside.

No matter how big the double burial coffin is, it will not be more than one meter deep. At most, it will be wider so that two people can lie side by side. But why is this coffin so deep?

Moreover, the material of the coffin is also very special. The stone feels cool and smooth to the touch. There are beautiful textures hidden inside, and it is full of gloss, and there seems to be flowing light floating. It is obvious at first glance that it is not of the same grade as the rough ordinary sarcophagus outside. This is a high-end product!

Helia first checked whether there was anything strange in the coffin. What surprised her was that there were four long nails and chains inserted in the four corners of the coffin.

This arrangement doesn't look like a coffin, but more like a prison. Nails are nailed to the hands and feet, and chains are buckled around the wrists and ankles, clearly intending to trap someone to death here.

Helia looked up at the dark spot above where only a speck of light remained. She could see outside, which meant that the coffin lid had been opened, but the coffin was empty. It seemed that the trapped guy had escaped.

Helia squatted down and carefully studied the chain and spikes, and unexpectedly discovered that there seemed to be magic spells engraved on them that she didn't understand at all, which should be related to confinement.

The traces of the magic engraving are complete and there are magical fluctuations, which means that the ritual is still working, but how is this possible?

The person trapped inside has disappeared. How did he manage to leave the cage without destroying the magic that imprisoned him?

Moreover, the natural elemental force in this place is very thin, or even non-existent, like a barren land abandoned by nature. Although humans can store magic power, the magic power in the human body is converted from natural elemental force. When the magic power is exhausted, there is no natural elemental force flowing in, and the magic power cannot be replenished.

Without magic power, how did this person break free?

Helia rolled out of the coffin and used her little flame to dispel the darkness around her. She walked around the coffin and soon discovered that the upside-down coffin lid, with the arched side facing the inside of the coffin, should have been facing downwards, but now it was facing upwards in front of her.

There were dense scratches on it, some deep and some shallow. The deepest was almost five centimeters, and the shallowest was only a single scratch. Helia stretched out her hand to compare and found that the person trapped in the coffin had very large hands with wide distances between the fingers. This reminded her of the giant-like skeleton they had pieced together outside.

Could it be that the skeleton was originally placed in this coffin? Then why was it dug out, chopped into pieces and packed in so many boxes?

In addition to the scratches, Helia also found a line of small words in the corner. Although it felt very familiar, she was not proficient in ancient languages ​​and could not understand what was written at the moment.

Helia tried to turn the coffin lid over, but with her thin arms and legs, she was unable to turn over the stone coffin lid, which was nearly three meters long and two meters wide.

She grabbed Theodore and tried to use levitation magic to flip the object over, but as if confirming the inexplicable uneasiness that rose in her heart every time she passed through the invisible barrier, she found that she could not cast magic.

Magic is not allowed in this space.

No wonder she started falling faster after she passed through the barrier—the levitation magic on her body failed.

After many attempts, except for the small flame condensed by her life essence, any other magic, no matter high-level or low-level, could not be cast and was forbidden to use.

After realizing this fact, Helia climbed back into the coffin, raised her head, put her palms together and pressed them against her mouth, and shouted to the people above: "Throw the rope down! But don't let anyone come down!"

"I say again! Just throw the rope down! No one should come down!"

But after her voice passed through the long passage, it became: "... come down... people... come down..."

Drummond immediately responded to Helia's words, summoned his wand, turned over and jumped down, but unlike Helia who was caught off guard when she fell, he was well prepared, and as soon as he came down, he cast a levitation magic, which steadily held him down and slowly fell.

His clothes were blown by the wind caused by the fall. He was still thinking about how to land handsomely and what to say to show off in front of Helia, but when he passed a certain place, he fell down suddenly like a bird with a big stone tied to its foot.

Because it was so sudden, he didn't even have time to adjust his posture before he saw Helia holding a small flame and looking up at him with big eyes. Although she only showed half of her head, he could see what was expressed in her eyes:

Why did you come down here, you idiot?

Drummond flapped his hands and feet in an attempt to land in a less ugly posture, but he looked even funnier this way, and his hands and feet hit the narrow stone wall, which hurt just by hearing the sound.

When he got out of the long and narrow vertical passage, in this short period of less than a few seconds, he felt hopeless and closed his eyes, waiting to be smashed into pieces.

"Bang——" The expected impact sound was indeed heard, but it was very muffled, and he did not feel much pain. Instead, he felt as if he was suspended in mid-air. He subconsciously grabbed the things beside him.

"Fuck... Drummond, get down... My hand is going to break..." Helia's voice sounded very close to him. Drummond opened his eyes and found that the little princess' face was almost a punch away from him.

Although it was dark here, they were close enough for him to clearly see Helia's flushed face, glaring at him with gritted teeth, and his body seemed to be shaking slightly unconsciously.

When he reacted, he felt his brain explode. Helia caught him! She caught him from falling! She hugged him like a princess! He was still holding her like an octopus!

What a disgrace! He might as well be smashed into a meat pie and laughed at by the little princess! Ahhhhhhhh!

"Have you seen enough? Do you know how heavy you are?" Helia saw Drummond open his eyes and stared at her intently. His wide eyes showed his extreme shock, but her hands and feet were shaking. Even when she subconsciously reached out to grab Drummond, her legs bent directly because of the great impact. Her old waist felt like it was going to break, and her arms were almost numb from the pain.

I should have kept my nose out of other people’s business!

Drummond then let go of his octopus hands and feet and jumped to the ground. Because his legs were weak, he almost fell down.

Helia dropped her hands and fell backwards, leaning against the wall of the coffin. Her limbs were limp, and she stared at Drummond. She didn't want to say a word, and she couldn't say it.

It turns out that those two shouts she just made were in vain, they were all directed to myself!

"I, I'll use a healing magic for you..." Drummond was very clear about how heavy he was and how great the impact of falling from mid-air was, but he did not expect Helia to reach out to catch him. He felt both happy and sad.

He was happy that Helia would pick him up, no matter if she made the decision unconsciously or after careful consideration, he was happy in his heart, happy that Helia cared about him.

But he couldn't bear to see her get hurt for him. This was the second time. He was a man and came to her to protect Helia. Why was it that the little princess protected him every time?

Seeing Drummond approaching with a magic wand in hand, Helia shook her head, swallowed the blood from her accidentally bitten lip with her saliva, and slowly said, "Magic...cannot be used here..."

"Ah? It doesn't work?" Drummond was shocked at first, and tried to inject magic power into the wand. At least there was no problem up to this point, but when he recited the spell, the wand didn't move at all. It felt like you were playing with a water gun, the gun was filled with water, but the muzzle was blocked by something, and the water couldn't be ejected.

"It really doesn't work." It was the first time that Drummond had encountered such a situation and he didn't know what to do.

"That's why I told you not to come down. You're so stupid..." Helia cursed weakly.

"Ah? But we heard you calling us to come down from upstairs?" Drummond was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly.

"I clearly shouted, 'Don't come down, okay?'" Helia was speechless. It seemed that because the distance was too far, the sound became vague and they only heard the word "come down".

She leaned her head back helplessly, and her skull hit the stone wall with a small knocking sound. She seemed not to want to face the reality and closed her eyes in despair.

Drummond moved to sit beside her, naturally took her hands that were hanging on both sides, and gently massaged her forearm muscles. The sore and painful feeling made Helia frown and let out a light groan.

"There's no way to use healing magic, so I'll just give you a simple massage. That should make you feel better." Drummond glanced at her, saw her frown, and explained.

"An, don't rush to help me. Tell the people above to throw the rope down." Helia did not refuse his massage. Although he didn't use any special techniques, she felt comfortable at least.

Drummond stood up, raised his head to find the position of the entrance to the passage, took a deep breath, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Throw down the rope!"

"Say it again! Throw the rope! The rope! Down! We are trapped!"

As expected of a young and energetic young man, his voice, this deep and powerful voice, echoed in this secret room, causing Helia to not only feel pain in her ears, but also a little dizzy in her head.

Beavis was lying at the entrance of the cave and heard Drummond shouting, "Rope... throw it down... trap it..." Fortunately, he did not hear the key words wrong this time, otherwise Helia would have collapsed.

"The rope is not long enough! Wait a minute!" Beavis shouted towards the cave entrance. Afraid that they couldn't hear him clearly, he shouted again: "The rope is not long enough! Wait a minute!"

"Looks like we'll have to wait for a while." Although the voice wasn't clear, Drummond at least received the message that he had to wait. He sat back next to Helia and rubbed her arms.

"Speaking of which, where is this place?" Drummond asked as he helped Helia relax her muscles and looked around.

"Someone else's coffin," Helia replied. "I suspect it belongs to the skeleton outside."

"This coffin is so big, and I've never seen this kind of material before." The more Drummond looked at it, the more familiar the stone used to build the coffin seemed to him. He muttered, "It looks like a high-purity magic core."

"Magic core?" Helia opened her eyes and looked at Drummond, wondering.

The magic core is the heart of the monster and the source of its power. It contains extremely strong magic power and is a rare treasure.

"Yes, it is rumored that in ancient times, the giants would melt magic cores into stones so that their people could absorb magic power in battle. This technology has always been in the hands of the giants, and there are very few magic core stones circulating on the market, let alone such high-purity ones. I'm afraid that a palm-sized one would be sold at a sky-high price." Drummond explained.

"This is because in recent decades, the three ancient tribes have had to make deals with the three human emperors in order to ensure the continuation of their bloodline and survival. Every once in a while, some of the things made by the giant tribe have to be put on the human market for circulation."

"Can we absorb the magic from it?" Helia asked again.

"It's better not to." Drummond shook his head. "Don't draw magic power from a magic core stone of unknown origin, because it is very likely that the consciousness of the owner of the magic core has not completely dissipated. If you take away the power of the magic core, you will most likely be attacked by the remaining will."

He nodded his head and said, "Don't let these residual wills enter your head. The feeling of your head splitting is not so pleasant."

After about ten minutes, Helia felt much better and decided to walk around the secret room with Drummond. She came down in a hurry and didn't have time to search it carefully.

They walked back to the coffin lid, and Helia pointed to a line of words engraved on it and asked Drummond, "Do you understand it?"

Drummond came forward and, with the help of the light from the flame in Helia's hand, carefully identified the words above. After a moment, he pointed his finger at the scribbles-like words and moved his fingers while reading.

"Turmeyaje, a vile thief, a shameless traitor."

"That's all?" Seeing Drummond stop, Helia bumped him with her shoulder and asked.

"You stole my authority and imprisoned me here, but I am a god. Even if only my bones are left, I will hunt down you, the traitor and thief, for eternity until you die, or I die." Drummond must have been shocked by the huge amount of information, so he paused. When he finished reading the rest of the content, Helia fell silent.

After a while, Helia touched her chin and said, "So, this is called Tur..." She didn't even finish reading the man's name before Drummond covered her mouth. Helia looked over in confusion, only to see that Drummond's face was full of fear, as if something terrible had happened.

"What's wrong?" Helia grabbed his wrist, pulled it away from her face, took a step forward to get closer to him, and asked quietly.

She looked around warily, thinking that he had seen some strange creature and asked her to keep quiet.

Drummond's lips trembled a little, his eyes widened, his expression was a little dazed, his eyeballs didn't move, he said word by word seriously: "Tur... is the real name of the God of Light..."

Drummond had studied with his father the sects that believed in various gods, and had some understanding of each god, especially the God of Light, because he was a magician with the attribute of light. The attribute of light was used as a variant attribute in the beginning, and it was only listed as one of the seven basic attributes by the Magic Association as the belief in the God of Light continued to expand.

Although he was not a religious believer, there was no doubt that among all the gods, the one he knew best was the God of Light.

Turmeyaje is the God of Light?

Helia didn't have time to think about this problem, because the current problem was more serious. Drummond had called out the name of the God of Light unconsciously, which might have attracted the attention of that god.

According to Helia's guess, combined with the information obtained from the coffin lid, this God of Light who stole the authority of the God of Sky was very likely to have reached a cooperation with the Goddess of Evil, so the black magician came here to deal with some things that were inconvenient for him and his believers to deal with.

This place is definitely a minefield for the God of Light, because it contains the ironclad evidence of His killing of God. And Drummond called out His name in this place. If nothing unexpected happens, the black magician will soon receive the news and rush over to silence him...

Seeing that Drummond looked so bad, Helia patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Well, the gods are so busy, they probably won't notice our slight offense, so don't..."

She hadn't finished her words yet, and her body began to shake as the entire ruins shook, and it was about to get worse. For the first time in her life, she hated herself for being so unlucky.

No way! Didn't they just shout your name? Are you so stingy as to tear this place down and bury them alive?