Above The Sky

"Are there intelligent creatures that can use fire, are they the indigenous people who were left in the Holy Land?"

Not surprised, Ian glanced at the iron coffin.

The liquid inside the iron coffin is not forbidden, but is constantly stirring and surging, and there are many vague things inside that are churning, giving people a disgusting sticky and greasy feeling.

Ian walked forward, close to the glass partition of the iron coffin, and looked up and down. At the top of the outermost iron coffin, he saw a line of inscriptions that were somewhat illegible.

【Temporary Cultivation Warehouse】

There is another side below, which is probably a rough text inscribed by hand with a tool, and it is difficult to identify the whole picture.

[Because of...lack of biomass...departments...the remains...forgive...the future...]

The traces of decay are very heavy. If Ian hadn't analyzed and speculated on the silver chip, I'm afraid even these words would not be discernible.

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

Ian didn't change his face, his eyes lit up with psionic brilliance, and the auxiliary perception system of the silver chip was also strengthening his vision, allowing him to see clearly what was in it through the black water in the cultivation bin.

Then he saw the hair.

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

Inside the culture chamber is a dense mass of hairs of various colors, as well as various organ tissues, stratum corneum and complex components composed of calcified limbs.

These components roughly pieced together a human shape, and in the center of this human shape, there was even a beating heart.

In other words, these messy organs are actually alive!

If they were natives of Terra, they would definitely feel terrified and even unbelievable because of this strange situation.

But Ian just frowned slightly: "Teratoma?"

"So much hair and tooth nails, is it a dermoid cyst?"

Teratoma is a peculiar tumor. In simple terms, a tumor will grow many normal organs and tissues, not limited to hair, bones, glands and teeth, etc. Of course, fibrotic fat layers, keratinous nails and cartilage are not uncommon. In short, teratoma contains almost everything, even eyes, fingers of hands and feet, and even tiny limbs have been found in teratomas, but later It's much less likely than something like hair and teeth.

A dermoid cyst is a more common symptom, which is a cyst covered with hair.

The rarer teratoma can even give birth to a spinal cord and complete organ system, heart blood vessels, and even trunk limbs—that’s almost the equivalent of an embryo.

Although Ian is an engineer, in the earth before reincarnation, because the cyber transformation rate is really amazing, most engineers also have a little basic medical knowledge, otherwise, it will be unknown if they help people adjust the cyber modification.

When the human body became part of mechanical engineering, medicine and mechanics began to merge.

Of course, in general, a teratoma is a tumor tissue wrapped in a membrane. Of course, it is not a body part that fills the entire culture chamber like 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, it just made him feel a little strange: "What are they doing with a teratoma in the culture tank?"

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

Thinking of this, the young man was suddenly startled again: "Wait, distortion? Back then, the cheap uncle Osenna's leg tumor, and the deformed steel bone bred in the tumor..."

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

--call.

Suddenly a cold wind blows.

Raising his head sharply, Ian turned his head to look behind him. He seemed to hear 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 the corpses of the lizards not far away seemed to have changed a little.

Some flesh disappeared? He didn't particularly care about it before, so there is no way to be sure now.

"...Unfortunately, I didn't bring a reference. If Shark and Isengard were both around, I could use psychic energy to see the situation."

Ian is carrying the Zhongyuan Iron Sword in his right hand. Although the energy level of this long sword used by the teacher is not high, it is most suitable for people of the immovable fortress family. It is sturdy and heavy. it is 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 it merged into the river of parasites. After the pale red blood of the green armored lizard entered the river, the blue even became more intense. Obviously, many parasites went to absorb nutrients.

A gust of cold wind blew out of the cave and reverberated 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 essentia, and gradually transformed himself into a stone-like form.

The cultivator of the sand armor apprentice, after storing enough nutrients and water, can lurk in an area for a week without any major problems. Their breath-holding is like a real stone, and they can get the oxygen they need from their own water and fat stores without breathing at all.

At best, even the most perceptive person felt that Ian was sleeping—normal perception would not see him as a creature at all.

Soon, ten minutes passed.

The cold light around the walls remained stable.

call……

From the other side of the bridge, there was a strange sound of wind, which was cold and damp, mixed with an uncomfortable fricative sound.

It sounded like the slight sound of a fingernail scraping against a rock wall.

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

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

This figure glides and flies between the stone pillars silently, with a little wind element agitation, so it brings up the previous gusts of cold wind and sound.

This person is very cautious, and he has been dormant and does not appear when he has noticed the sound before.

But now, without feeling any other sound, the figure gradually began to move, gliding toward the hall.

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

The young man is like a corpse at the moment, without any life characteristics, just a piece of tender and delicious meat-meat that is one hundred and one thousand times more delicious than those lizards that have been parasitized and eaten the most essence of life.

The figure is still approaching.

Even, it raised its hand and silently grabbed the boy's face.