Inside the Temple

Within the massive Temple.

In the center surrounded by tall stone pillars, there stood an exquisite statue of the Goddess.

The Goddess's clothing resembled melting liquid, which twisted and distorted, and at the ends, with a sudden change in stroke, various plants were carved out.

Her lower body was a coiled snake tail, and atop that snake tail, bizarre and strange animal limbs grew out strangely.

This Goddess, a mix of various creatures, had a remarkably beautiful female head, gazing benevolently into the distance.

The Goddess's hands, covered in various plants, were held forward, a vine winding upwards, holding a strange spine diagonally between her palms.

The square base of the tall statue was densely carved with a grid of circles, with a small dot in the center of each circle, like tightly packed cells.

The long spine extended over the base, spiraling down to the ground, and finally burrowing deep underground.

This lifelike sculpture attracted everyone's gaze and also immersed Mo Ling in its strange beauty.

He suddenly realized that the spine in the Goddess's hand seemed to be similar to one he had in his own block.

Mo Ling quickly took a look; it was indeed very similar.

But the most important thing now was not this spine, but the figure on the ground in front of the Goddess.

It stood there, its back to the crowd, facing the Goddess.

It was the Ram-Headed Man.

The thing in front of it made everyone hesitant to act rashly, including the two races who had arrived here earlier.

It was a huge wooden frame, made of several crossed logs in the shape of the character "meters" (mi).

This frame was stuck straight into the ground, and there was a dying person hanging on it.

It was a Flesh Race member, completely red.

His arms and legs were vertically cut open, split into two pieces directly from the ends to the roots, and were tied to the top of the "meters" shaped frame with vines, hanging in the air.

The Ram-Headed Man had brutally made this Flesh Race member look like the Vitruvian Man!

The chainsaw on its arm hadn't even been put away yet and was still spinning rapidly.

However, the Flesh Race members watching at this moment did not step forward to stop it.

Because the wounds on the Flesh Race member who was hung up were actually dripping transparent liquid!

The Flesh Race members looked at each other, staring at the frame in disbelief, and even carefully sniffing the scent that drifted over.

Meanwhile, the Transparent Race Chief's expression was changing dramatically, looking very strange.

The Ram-Headed Man hadn't finished its actions; it kept fiddling with the hanging Flesh Race member.

It tightened the vines, preventing the Flesh Race member from moving, even though the Flesh Race member was still wailing in pain. The Ram-Headed Man acted as if it didn't hear anything.

It also kept moving the frame, positioning it in the center of the Temple, directly in front of the statue.

This act of desecrating the statue finally became unbearable for the Transparent Race.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and move this thing out!" Some Transparent Race members who had never seen the Ram-Headed Man before cursed and walked forward angrily.

The Ram-Headed Man turned around, his two rectangular pupils staring blankly at the approaching Transparent Race member.

That person bypassed the Ram-Headed Man and reached out to touch the shelf, but as soon as his hand was raised, it detached from his body.

The Ram-Headed Man swung the chainsaw upwards from below, and an arm dripping with transparent liquid fell straight to the ground.

It happened too fast; the Transparent Race member hadn't even reacted yet, his eyes wide as he looked at his empty arm.

Only when the pain spread throughout his body did he cover the smooth cut at the base of his arm and cry out in agony.

"Ahhh!"

Fearful wails echoed within the Temple.

The Ram-Headed Man didn't continue attacking but instead looked curiously at the Transparent Race member with the severed arm, mimicking a few "baa baa baa" sounds.

Then he extended his right hand and sawed it off.

His ram's hoof fell to the ground.

"Baa baa baa! Baa baa baa!" The Ram-Headed Man also cried out in pain, their voices echoing each other.

Seeing such a terrifying sight, the injured Transparent Race member no longer cared about desecrating the statue and scrambled back to his companions.

The Ram-Headed Man also mimicked him, stumbling after the Transparent Race member while shouting "baa baa baa."

But after only chasing a short distance, the Ram-Headed Man's arm fully recovered.

So he stopped mimicking, suddenly stood still, turned around, and continued walking towards the shelf as if nothing had happened.

As if the previous actions had nothing to do with him, the Ram-Headed Man began carefully trimming the vines on the shelf with the chainsaw again.

The Chief could no longer hold back and questioned the Flesh Race members beside him, "You've found the culprit, aren't you going to hold it accountable now?"

The Flesh Race members shrugged and said indifferently, "It's not the culprit; it even helped us find your mole. It should be a hero instead."

The Flesh Race members didn't question why their companion was leaking transparent liquid but directly labeled him a "mole."

"I quite admire its actions. If you want to catch it, go yourselves." The Flesh Race members all looked very happy.

Just then, the "mole" on the shelf finally stopped breathing after enduring all sorts of torment. His body began to turn transparent, and liquid continuously flowed downwards.

The Ram-Headed Man was very flustered at this moment, constantly tightening the vines, trying to secure the "mole's" body above.

However, the body liquefied too quickly, and the Ram-Headed Man's efforts were ultimately futile. He also realized this and finally stopped trying to salvage it.

He stood in front of the shelf, watching his artwork reach its final moment.

After everything was over, the Ram-Headed Man picked up the empty shelf and walked out of the Temple.

At this moment, a soldier in the team quietly asked Captain Su, "Captain, should we attack it?"

"If you want to attack, you go. Can you beat it now?"

The soldier was choked into silence.

Everyone moved aside; no one tried to stop this strange Ram-Headed Man.

As the Ram-Headed Man approached, he seemed to recognize the cube in mid-air. He stood still and lifted his shelf, shaking it.

"Meeh meeh!"

After a few bleats, it hoisted the frame onto its shoulder again and walked outside.

Seeing the soldiers who had attacked it earlier were also there, it raised the frame and waved it in the same manner.

"What is it doing?" a soldier asked, puzzled.

"Greeting?"

"Aren't we its enemies? Why would it greet us?"

The soldiers whispered among themselves, speculating about the Ram-Headed Man's behavior, but no one knew what it intended.

When the Ram-Headed Man reached the Flesh Race person, the Flesh Race person directly blocked its path and patted the Ram-Headed Man's shoulder.

"Thank you for helping us get rid of the traitor," the Flesh Race person praised.

This startled everyone.

Just as everyone thought the Ram-Headed Man was about to attack, it actually let out two "meeh meeh" sounds, bypassed the Flesh Race person, and walked outside.

Mo Ling was shocked.

Why didn't it attack?

Connecting this to the Ram-Headed Man's previous actions, Mo Ling suddenly had a guess.

Could it be that it doesn't actively attack creatures with normal cells?