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Chapter 146 - 50 episodes Temple (Part 3)_2
Chapter 146: 50 episodes Temple (Part 3)_2
Besides showing strength, there was only one way to pass through here. "Contribution of body"? Lynch recalled the severed limbs outside and couldn’t help but feel a chill. However, at the same time, he dismissed his own idea. Unless you’re something like a centipede, how does a normal human have so many limbs to chop off? Moreover, it’s impossible for members of the Severed Limb Temple to enter just once in their lifetime and never come out — would they have to cut off an organ every time they entered or exited? Unless this sect was entirely composed of regenerating Trolls, they would have been driven to extinction by the costly "entry and exit fees" long ago.
In that case, there’s only one reasonable explanation: they need to contribute a part of the body, but it couldn’t be one of those important and non-regenerable parts. Lynch immediately thought of hair, which seemed like a perfect offering. But another question followed: where should it be offered?
As Lynch looked at the continuously flaming heads and the crazily attacking limbs in the arena, his gaze caught the silent body statue. He recalled the battle just now, noticing that this torso statue had never attacked. It always remained in an unobtrusive corner, while the limbs and heads attracted all the attackers’ attention.
The most important point is that the body is the only one that looks like it can hold something.
The Mage called Zilvra to the side and whispered in her ear, "Put a strand of hair into that body statue; you should be able to pass through here."
Zilvra looked up at Lynch, blinking her eyes, and said angrily, "You dare order a Dark Elf woman to complete such a task; you’ve got quite the nerve!" But in the next moment, she suddenly switched to a playful expression: "Remember, you’re asking me to do something dangerous. Next time I come looking for you, don’t you dare refuse!"
"Wait, Zilvra, when you’re moving forward, don’t try to attack those statues; I think that way they won’t attack you," Lynch added.
Zilvra said nothing more and proceeded directly toward the body statue, her stride steady and self-assured. Everyone looked at this Dark Elf incredulously, not knowing what she intended to do. In this battlefield, which could be called a "mercenary slaughterhouse," Zilvra didn’t even draw the weapon at her waist.
But this "unarmed" Drow woman wasn’t subject to any attacks. Even when a blade whistled past her ear, she remained unfazed and continued walking forward with unbroken steps. In Zilvra’s heart, she was willing to gamble and see if this Mage was truly on her side and whether he was deceiving her.
Fortunately, Lynch’s deduction was spot-on, and the Drow woman smoothly arrived in front of the body statue. She raised her hand, plucked a few strands from her silver hair, and placed them on top of the statue.
At that moment, the statue’s chest cavity suddenly opened, extending something like a tray. Zilvra looked at the tray, surprised to see several black hair tufts already there. She naturally adjusted her position to block the sight of the Dark Elves behind her with her body, placing her strands of silver hair on it. Then, with a flick of her little finger, the black hair that was originally on the tray scattered with the wind, concealing itself in a corner of the room where it wouldn’t attract attention.
The tray whisked back, and the statue’s chest cavity closed. One wall of the room gave off a creaking sound, as if it were the noise of ancient gears and levers grinding against one another — untouched for hundreds or thousands of years. The attacking limbs and heads of the statues gradually ceased, and the wall opened to reveal a passage.
"Matron, you may go through!" Zilvra bowed to Batana, making a gesture of invitation. At this moment, she seemed like the owner of this temple, inviting some guests in with poise and generosity.
Zarra slowly retracted her weapon, never lifting her head. Although from an outsider’s perspective, she appeared very humble, Lynch’s Eye of Insight could capture the anger and malice in Zarra’s gaze. These two beams, one aimed at the Mage and the other at Zilvra — her own sister.
"Adviser Mage, was this your idea?" Batana turned around and saw Lynch huddled in the back half of the group, "Was it your idea?"
At this point, Lynch disguised himself as an obedient child, nodding to this powerful Drow woman: "Yes, esteemed matron, it was my idea. I just figured out what the statue meant by its words."
"Next time, think on your feet! And be quicker with your tongue!" Matron Batana scolded loudly, "The Dark Elf Family doesn’t need useless people! Mage!"
Lynch nodded, but treated the words as if they went in one ear and out the other. It was Zarra who, involuntarily, trembled slightly.
Now, only the elite troops of the Dark Elf army were left; almost all the mercenaries had been slaughtered. The ground was covered with foul blood; the bodies, dismembered and scattered, lay everywhere. The Dark Elves all used the Floating Technique, gracefully leaping over the filth below, flying towards the passage across the way.
Unexpectedly, Lynch did not take to the air. Instead, he walked to the center of the arena, seizing the chance while the statues hadn’t recovered, and found a fragment among the bodies. He carefully placed the fragment into his pocket.
"A self-repairing Demon Statue, truly a remarkable discovery. I must study it well." With this thought in mind, the Mage followed the path taken by the leading family.
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