above the sky

It is not impossible.

Before, Ian knew from the murals that the ancestors of the Sequoia natives used many methods to allow future generations to remember the knowledge they needed.

The most stable and best learning machine was eliminated because of difficult maintenance and excessive energy consumption. In the end, this laboratory with an alien ecosystem chose to use a biological plug-in to carry those necessary memories, and also Transform yourself and imprint some of the most critical knowledge and thinking into the DNA of future generations.

Ian knows that the Terrans are a stable race whose DNA is extremely stable, and basically will not undergo abnormal mutations due to the reproduction of their offspring. There's no harm in cooperating with Terran's biological alchemy.

But if there is no biological alchemy, the most disadvantage is distortion, and it is difficult to adapt to some extremely abnormal special environments through mutation.

However, Terrans are already adaptable to all environments, and this disadvantage really does not exist.

In the same way, if knowledge is written in the biological plug-in of Terra technology or even in their own bodies, it is indeed a more stable inheritance method than anything else.

However……

No problem with all technologies, the premise is that people do not have problems.

A certain generation of Sequoia elders has a different mind.

He wants eternal life.

"Is it transforming the auxiliary thinking organ, so that my memory covers those who have installed the thinking organ?"

For the first time, Ian thought of this possibility.

Probably.

Of course, as a great elder who inherited the technology of the previous era civilization, compared with the great shaman who has deteriorated countless times, he must be very clear about the difference between reverberation, echo and mirror.

It's just the reverberation covered by memory, and it's not immortal at all.

And even the transformed parasite comes with its own neural network and thinking algorithms, but it's just an echo.

There is still a long distance from the mirror method of true immortality.

But the problem is...

"There is psionic power in this world - if the guess of this auxiliary memory plug-in is true, its quick link and knowledge transfer are probably also a kind of psychic power for mind sharing."

He crushed the brain of the brain-devouring worm in his hand, and carefully observed some traces of psychic energy left in it. Ian didn't feel disgusted, but was full of interest: "Could it be that the elder has integrated himself into the brain-devouring worm? If you only need to constantly update the host of the brain-devouring worm, you can ensure that your thoughts will continue to circulate?"

"And the reason why Master Gesai has behaved abnormally before is because he has come into contact with the knowledge stored in the brain-devouring insect psionic energy network, or is it the memories of some of the great elders?"

Thinking about these possibilities, Ian somewhat understands why the Sequoia natives left the Sequoia Base that year.

A great elder who holds almost all the keys, for the sake of immortality, used other clansmen as flesh and blood tools to replicate his own consciousness, which led to the uprising of other Sequoia clansmen. The battle between the two sides led to the destruction of a considerable number of ecological tools. Those who were still there back then. All kinds of monsters and creatures in the ecosystem have left the ecosystem, deteriorating the originally stable base situation.

——Although the exact time is unknown, the fourth-level Frost Crystal Dragon and the Frost Butterfly can fight in the cooling room. The chaos back then was definitely dozens of times more intense than it is now.

The elders must have failed, which can be known from the fact that the four keys were preserved by the natives, but because of the destruction of the ecosphere, they still had to leave the 'Holy Land'.

"That great elder may not have died completely - just like the great shaman, the death of the crocodile dragon may be a way for him to escape from the shell, and there may not be no one left behind by him in the Sequoia natives."

"Of course, the Crocodile Dragon is dead. Even if the Great Shaman is really alive, it doesn't make any sense. What's more, he definitely doesn't have such high skills. At most, he just backs up a memory."

After washing his hands with the river water, Ian stood up and looked around, he thought: "As for the Sequoia people back then, they should have wanted to destroy all the brain-devouring worms, but obviously, they didn't do it in a hurry. Evacuate the base - looking at the current situation, the brain-devouring worm is alive and well, but at most some are not sober and a little confused."

Based on various information, I had a general guess about what happened in the Sequoia Base in the past. Ian couldn't help feeling a little emotional: "It's also fortunate that Inaga II resisted the temptation back then."

"As one of the most powerful psionicists of that era, it's probably easy for him to transfer his soul, right? After getting the echo technology, he is even more able to transform those who meet the requirements into mirrors at will."

"You know, with the prestige and prestige of Inaga II at that time... Even if he wants to live forever, I am afraid there will be young people who worship him and can't wait to sacrifice their bodies to become his new generation walking in the world. ."

"Just like the family I belonged to back then, when I got this kind of secret method, the first thought that came to my mind was to make him immortal."

——Perhaps, it was this kind of worship that was almost regarded as a god that made Inaga II decide to veto this method of immortality.

Because he understands how tempting immortality is, Ian can understand what kind of interests and future was rejected by Inaga II at that time.

After waiting for a while, Ian noticed that it might take a while for Shark and Andor to wake up, so he observed their future with the Predictive Vision.

After confirming that there was nothing serious, he went to explore around.

The giant eel was gone, and Patrick didn't catch up either. It must have been the giant eel who had lost his target and fought him.

And Isengard is also with Master Gosse now... Ian doesn't know if Isengard is ready to meet Patrick after hearing his hint, but with Master Gosse there, it should be no problem.

Along the slow-flowing underground river, Ian observes the surrounding man-made and natural tributaries.

Predictive vision is also a bit bad, that is, when there is no danger, even if there is a medium such as frost butterflies, you can't tell whether which direction is the direction you want to go... There is indeed a dangerous difference, but it is not dangerous or not. On behalf of Ian need or not.

And at this time, you can only choose a random path to gamble.

Ian chose an upward river, because he heard a slight movement from the other side of the river, not the sound of water, nor the sound of monsters. It was quite regular, like the sound of machinery, which made the boy curious.

It didn't take long for him to see the source of the sound.

That's a person.

Boom, boom, boom.

In the renovated semi-natural cave, it should be a rest station for maintenance personnel built here by the pre-epoch civilization. You can see the remains of a decayed riverside maintenance hut, and in front of it is a closed metal door.

The metal door was not protected by the anti-corrosion inscriptions of the previous rooms around the shrine, and now it is almost completely rusted, but it is still strong.

Boom, boom, boom.

And a naked person, a humanoid that looks very similar to the previous aberrations, is slamming the door hard.

Ian clenched the long sword in his hand. He thought that the Aberrant would turn his head to attack him in the next instant, but he never thought that the other party regarded him as non-existent, and he was still beating with a regular rhythm that has been sunken a lot. metal door.

Boom, boom, boom.

He was still beating, murmuring some rambling words to himself.

"You must go back to the central control room, you must go back to the central control room, you must go back to the central control room, you must go back to the central control room..."

There are still many skeletons in front of the metal door. There are people, beasts, and monsters. Most of these skeletons have been boned, but some are still rotting.

Pick up a long bone, which is presumably the vertebrae of some kind of beast, but completely hardened, not so much a spine as a stick.

Similar aberrations occur everywhere, and every corpse has been parasitized.

Boom, boom, boom.

When Ian walked behind the aberration, he was still knocking on the door, the teenager narrowed his eyes, the silver-blue halo flashed, he seemed to find something,

Slap, he swings his sword, and the Aberrant's head is shattered, but there is nothing inside.

Only a growing pink tapeworm was squirming.

The movement still didn't stop, he was still knocking on the door.

"Your head is empty, are you still knocking on the door?"

Said lightly, Ian was another sword, completely smashing the body of the deformed person, his belly was torn by his own vertebrae, and along with the internal organs flowed out, a large piece of densely packed red and blue insect eggs and worms. Tadpole-shaped larvae.

These worms are eating flesh and blood, growing themselves, and merging with each other, linking the neural structures in their bodies together, and reshaping all the perception structures in the parasites.

But even so, the muscles of this humanoid still dragged this dilapidated body and climbed towards the gate.

"You must go back to the central control room...guard the first ecological laboratory...can't...can't let the elders succeed..."

The still intact mouth and throat are still squeezing out the broken voice that humans can no longer understand. Only the boy with the silver chip can understand it through analysis.

And these words brought a whole new doubt to him.

"Can't let the elders succeed?"

He muttered to himself with some doubts, and then looked at the parasitic deformed person under his sword: "Strange thing, according to the clues, isn't the person behind the parasite the Great Elder?"

"What's going on here?"