High Above

"Are there any intelligent creatures that can use fire, are they the natives left in the Holy Land back then?"

Not surprised, Ian glanced at the iron coffin.

The liquid inside the iron coffin is not static, but constantly agitating and surging. There are many fuzzy things churning inside, giving people a disgusting sticky and greasy feeling.

Ian walked forward, leaned close to the glass partition of the iron coffin, and looked up and down. On the top of the outermost iron coffin, he saw a line of inscriptions with somewhat illegible characters.

【Temporary training warehouse】

There is also a rough text on the bottom that is probably manually inscribed with a tool, and it is difficult to recognize the whole picture.

[Because...lack of biomass...departments...remains...forgiveness...future...]

The traces of decay are very heavy. If Ian hadn't had a silver chip to analyze and speculate, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to see these words.

"Cultivation warehouse... What did the people of the relic group cultivate here? Isn't this a space development base?"

Ian's face remained unchanged, his eyes glowed with psychic power, and the auxiliary perception system of the silver chip was also strengthening his vision, allowing him to see clearly what was in the training chamber through the black water.

Then he saw hair.

Dense, as fine as seaweed, mixed with a lot of nails, teeth, bones, weird flesh and blood aggregates, and deformed internal organs...hair!

Inside the cultivation chamber, there is a thick mass of hair of various colors, as well as a variety of organ tissues, cuticles and calcified limbs.

These components roughly put together a human figure, and there is even a beating heart in the center of this human figure.

In other words, these messy organs are actually alive!

If you are a native of Terra, you will definitely feel scared or even unbelievable because of this weird situation.

But Ian just frowned slightly: "Teratoma?"

"So many hairs and teeth and nails, is it a dermoid cyst?"

Teratoma is a strange tumor. Simply put, it is a tumor that grows many seemingly normal organs and tissues, not limited to hair, bones, glands and teeth. Of course, fibrous fat layer, horny nails and cartilage are not uncommon. In short, almost everything can be found in teratomas, even eyes, hands and feet, and even miniature limbs have been found in teratomas, but later The odds are much smaller than for things like hair and teeth.

Dermoid cyst is a relatively common symptom, which is a cyst full of hair.

And the rarer teratomas can even give birth to the spinal cord and complete organ systems, heart vessels, and even trunk limbs-that is almost equivalent to an embryo.

Although Ian is an engineer, on the earth before reincarnation, because the cyber transformation rate is really amazing, most of the engineers also have a little basic medical knowledge, otherwise it would be unclear to help people adjust the cyber modification.

Medicine and mechanics began to merge when the human body became part of mechanical engineering.

Of course, generally speaking, a teratoma is a tumor tissue wrapped in a membrane, and of course it is not a body part that fills the entire culture chamber as it is now... But if the entire culture chamber is regarded as a whole membrane, it is not impossible accept.

This kind of thing didn't scare Ian, but it just made him feel a little strange: "Why are they cultivating a teratoma in the cultivation chamber?"

"Or, their culture medium was distorted, and no one managed it after that..."

Thinking of this, the young man suddenly became alarmed: "Wait, distortion? The tumor on the leg of that cheap uncle Osenna back then, and the deformed steel bone bred in the tumor..."

"Could it be that the aberration is a strange teratoma..."

--call.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blows.

Lifting his head suddenly, Ian turned his head and looked behind him. He seemed to have heard the wind behind him just now, but when he turned his head to observe, he didn't find any breath.

It's just that he vaguely saw that there seemed to be a slight change in the corpses of the lizards not far away.

Some flesh and blood disappeared? He didn't pay much attention to it before, so there is no way to be sure now.

"...It's a pity that I didn't bring a reference object. If Shasha and Isengard are around, I can use spiritual power to see the situation."

Ian is holding the Chongyuan iron sword in his right hand. Although this long sword used by the teacher is not high in energy level, it is most suitable for people of the Fudo Jiancheng series. It is strong, thick, and can carry high-quality bursts. very good.

He turned back to the stone bridge, stood on the bridge and looked at the corpses of the lizards.

There was no abnormality in the corpse, the blood was still flowing, and flowed into the parasite river. After the light red blood of the green beetle lizard entered the river, it even made the blue color more intense. Obviously, many parasites went to absorb nutrients.

A gust of cold wind blows from the cave, echoing in the cavity.

Ian glanced around and found no problem.

He returned to the hall and did not leave, but stood there and waited quietly.

Time passed slowly.

During this process, Ian gradually held his breath, controlled the source quality, and gradually turned himself into a stone-like form.

Sand armor apprentice practitioners, after storing enough nutrients and water, can lurk in an area for a week without any serious problems. Their breath holding is like a real stone, and they don't need to breathe at all, they can get the oxygen they need from the water and fat stored in their own bodies.

Even the most sensitive person can feel that Ian seems to be sleeping at most-general perception will not regard him as a living thing at all.

Soon, ten minutes passed.

The cold light around the four walls remained steady.

call……

Suddenly there was another strange sound of wind from the other side of the bridge, cold and damp, mixed with uncomfortable friction sounds.

It sounds like the slight sound of fingernails scraping against a rock wall.

Ian silently looked at the empty cavity at the other end of the bridge, his eyes no longer fixed on the ground, but raised his head and looked between the towering stone pillars.

He saw a vague black figure there, wrapped in a mass of hair, because it was hidden in the shadows, so he couldn't see what it looked like.

This figure glides and flies between the stone pillars without a sound, with a little wind attribute agitation, which is why it brings up the previous bursts of cold wind and sound.

This person is very cautious. He has been dormant since he noticed the sound before.

But now, without feeling other sounds, the figure gradually began to move, gliding and flying towards the hall.

The other party's target was Ian. The boy who closed his eyes again could even feel a rancid wind approaching, with a smell of joy and greed.

The boy is like a corpse at the moment, without any signs of life, just a lump of tender and delicious meat - meat that is far more delicious than those lizards that have been parasitized and ate the most essence of life.

The figure is still approaching.

It even raised its hand and scratched the boy's face silently.