The Divine Hunter

The witcher master and apprentice moved quickly from the east of the cave to the west, and climbed two slopes along a few dry vines, and a few nests of miasma were blown up in the middle.

Smooth entry into a spacious room with neat marble floors.

Different from the rough, ruin-like cave, this room is more delicately decorated and gorgeous.

The two stopped on the steps behind the door and stared at a stone tablet engraved with ancient sayings.

Dark Jin's pupils slowly turned, and Roy could easily identify the semantics with the inheritance of the quarter elf's bloodline.

"Looking at the abyss, do you get a lift?"

The deep voice fell to the ground, and in response, in the empty hall, there seemed to be a cold breath whistling.

Roy raised his eyebrows.

The bald man fell silent.

"What does it mean?"

This ancient saying gave him the feeling——

As if a man in despair, struggling frantically before he dies, but goes astray; struggles forward, and finally achieves some kind of success?

"Frenzy, extreme...Extreme means danger, but it's not a good idea." The bald man looked not far. In the center of the room, Brother Oaks, Serret was standing beside a circle of circular pillars.

"Let's go, don't waste time, let's go first."

...

"Three, did you find the key, don't tell me, you have been staring at this thing in a daze."

The two approached, only to find that the central column was terrifyingly high, at least ten meters high. It was connected from the ground to the ceiling, and the hard surface was embroidered with circles of rice ear-like patterns.

Like a giant cage.

It's just that the gap between the cage rails is too large.

Freedom of access.

Between every two pillars, stands an expressionless, simple and dignified human-shaped stone sculpture.

They are like silent giants standing in the shadows,

Pale, indifferent stone eyes stared at the unknown.

"We killed the head demon... and then found a record..." Oaks showed the two of them a page of old kraft paper, which seemed to be a page of research notes-

"We carried out a series of studies on the genes of water ghosts on the orders of our teacher, Ireneus V. Steingard.

After being fed tetrodotoxin, all the research subjects fell into a coma. After twenty-four hours, all of them lost signs of life, and the experiment could not continue.

Signed: Matteo Sikura"

...

"That's right!" Roy took out the previous receipt for comparison, and said with a cheery expression, "This teacher and the purchaser of the golem are the same person. Renius Wa Steingard, this room The owner of the secret laboratory!"

"The key to open that door must be on him!"

"Calm down, kid..." Serret poured a bucket of cold water immediately, "We've searched this place, except for this research note, and a dead demon spirit. Not even a mouse, let alone a key! "

"Maybe that mage abandoned the entire laboratory long ago and hid somewhere unknown."

"At the end of the day, we have to get some dynamite to blow up the laboratory!"

"No! Since you have encountered a demon... that means there should be the remains of a deceased nearby..." Leto said confidently.

"Sorry, there are no remains..." The owl suddenly walked to a statue and looked closely. On the column, there was a small movable lever. "But I found some kind of mechanism."

The owl gently pulled the lever down.

"Jin-Jin-"

The ground shook and dust overflowed.

The tall stone sculpture that was originally facing the crowd responded immediately and rotated 90 degrees clockwise.

"Face them right and you should get the answer...bones and keys!"

"Sneaky warlocks like to do these nerve-wracking things. What are you waiting for?" The hooded witcher went straight to the westernmost lever. "Let Master Oaks solve this puzzle!"

"Idiot! Math idiot!" Serrit sneered, "Do you know how many possible combinations there are, even if you turn it for three days and three nights, you won't be able to try them all!"

Roy dazzled his eyes when he heard the words. There were seven statues in a circle, each with four orientations.

"This means that the probability is, four to the seventh power..."

Roy's heart skipped a beat, "More than 16,000 possibilities!"

Everyone's face changed greatly.

"So what? To survive the green grass trial, the most important thing we need is time!" Oaks rubbed his nose, quickly regained his fighting spirit, randomly selected a statue, and began to pull the mechanism, "Even if you use the most stupid method, more It’s better to spend some time trying one by one than standing still and complaining!”

"Wait idiot! You don't make a mark? I can guarantee that it will be all messed up and over again in less than a hundred times!" Serrit began to cooperate with his brother tacitly, and Phrius walked over to help.

A fire burns in my chest,

He had to unlock the mechanism, open the laboratory, and see the cat witcher that Roy had a hunch.

...

And Roy stood where he was, his eyes turned, and he was lost in thought.

He only remembered that there was a laboratory under the Temple Island, but the solution of the mechanism was already vague.

"Little devil, come and help!"

"This research note...Lesso, I remember that water ghosts are obviously immune to toxicity," the young witcher asked a strange question, he didn't intend to turn the mechanism rigidly, there must be some kind of trick, "Why inject pufferfish? After the toxin, will you be in a coma and die?"

"I'm not a warlock, and I haven't done such detailed experiments, but as far as I know, the poison in the puffer fish is not the same as other poisons. It is a neurotoxin. Toxins are completely different."

"Tetrodotoxin does not directly corrode and damage flesh and blood. After being absorbed, it acts on the nervous system of living beings, paralyzing the nerves, causing them to lose all activity and thus die..."

"Even if it is a water ghost, there are nerves in the body."

"I see."

The bald-headed man patiently went through the popular science, cooperated with the three companions, and pulled the lever.

And Roy flipped through the receipt and the research note, and searched the room again twice.

Got nothing.

"Roy, as a junior, you actually sit back and watch the seniors do the coolies, and you are lazy again," Oakes threatened, "If you crack the mechanism and find anything valuable, it is privately owned, don't think about taking it for confiscated!"

Roy shook his head and smiled, only taking the joke as a deaf ear, and muttering to himself, "With such a complicated mechanism, is it possible that the researcher can only memorize the answer with his brain?"

"There should be some kind of hint?"

But both documents have been read.

Searched all over the place.

"Am I missing something?"

What is not being used?

He closed his eyes and filtered all his experiences after entering the cave again.

Two minutes later, he suddenly opened his eyes, and Anjin's pupils flashed with a strange look.

"Is that the sentence—"

On the stone tablet, there is a strange ancient saying!

"Looking at the abyss, you have to lift up."

Staring - these seven stone sculptures, with their expressionless faces, don't look like they are staring at something?

Then I should turn the statues so that they face the so-called abyss, and the trap will be unlocked.

But what does the abyss refer to?

Roy looked around, and outside the statue, there were no significant features on the four walls of the room full of pits, which was in line with the meaning of the abyss.

So--

He passed the four busy witchers.

Enter the statue surrounds the center, a circular clearing.

Squat down and tap the marble floor with your fingers.

"Bang, bang..."

Below is empty.

"Guys, stop!" Roy stood up suddenly, "I think I know the answer!"

...

After two minutes.

With the cooperation of the five witchers, all statues were adjusted to face the central area.

"Crack-"

After a crisp sound.

The circular marble slabs slowly opened towards both sides, revealing a deep pool.

The light was dim, and there was something faintly moving beneath the dark water, and ripples appeared on the water's surface.

"The so-called abyss originally refers to this pool!"

"We're old, our minds are rigid, and we are still young people's brains." Oakes patted Roy's shoulder in admiration, outlined with five fingers, and quickly put on a Quinn seal.

Gearing up, raised his chin toward the pool, and waved his hand,

"What are you waiting for, guys, let's go down and fuck your mother!"

"Pfft..."

"Pfft..."

The water was overflowing, and the three snake sects entered the water one after another.

Ferius and Serrit stayed outside to prevent accidents.

"Grumble rumble..."

The water rolled, and huge bubbles appeared.

Less than ten seconds.

Wutou Shui showed his pale belly and died.

Because the Snake faction comrades were considerate, Roy gained another 100 experience points.

Witcher lv7 (1340/4500)

Then, dragging a skeleton covered in tattered cloth strips ashore.

"Human Skeletons"

Even after being dead for a long time, some magical energy still lingers on the bones.

There is a high probability that he was a spellcaster during his lifetime.

"Is this withered bone at the bottom of the pool, the laboratory owner Ireneus Wa Steingard, or his student and assistant Matteo Sikura?" Roy was puzzled.

"What does it matter? Anyway, the key is in hand... It's time to see the trapped Cat Pie brother!" Oakes squeezed the rusted iron key taken from the skeleton, his face full of excitement.

"But how did this guy die?"

"The bones are full of teeth gnawing marks," Serret picked up a shin and mused. "For some reason, it fell into the pool and was swallowed by the water ghost."

Whether the corpse is the teacher or the student, they have used water ghosts to conduct a variety of cruel living experiments, such as tetrodotoxin experiments.

Have you ever thought that you will become the experimental subject's lunch?

Stare into the abyss, but lift up?

Just don't know if the soul after death is lifted up to hell, or heaven? !

"It's not a good sign,"

Oaks strutted like a poem reciting,

"Engineers are crushed by golems repaired by their own hands, and researchers are swallowed by research subjects. So, will witchers die under the claws of monsters?"

Everyone was horrified.

"Shut your crow's mouth!" Serrit snatched the key.

"Go, open the door!"

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