"Are there intelligent creatures who can use fire, are they the natives who left behind in the Holy Land?"

Not surprised, Ian glanced at the iron coffin.

The liquid inside the iron coffin is not forbidden, but constantly agitated, surging, and there are a lot of vague things churning inside, giving a disgusting sticky and greasy feeling.

Ian walked forward, leaning close to the glass partition window of the iron coffin, looking up and down. At the top of the outermost iron coffin, he saw a line of illegible inscriptions.

【Temporary Cultivation Chamber】

There is also a crude, presumably hand-inscribed text with a tool, making it difficult to make out the full picture.

[Because...... Lack of biomass ...... Divisional ...... Body...... Forgive...... Future ......]

The traces of decay are very heavy, and if it weren't for Ian's silver chip analysis and speculation, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to see these words.

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

Ian's face didn't change, his eyes lit up with psionic light, and the silver chip's assistive sensing system was also enhancing his vision, allowing him to see through the black water in the cultivation chamber what was inside.

Then he saw the hair.

Dense, seaweed-like and mixed with nails, teeth, bones, strange flesh and blood aggregates, and deformed internal organs...... Hair!

Inside the culture chamber is a thick mass of hair of various colors, as well as a complex composition of various organs and tissues, stratum corneum, and calcified limbs.

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

In other words, these messy organs are actually alive!

If you were a native of Terra, you would have felt fear and even wonder because of this strange situation.

But Ian only frowned slightly: "Teratoma? ”

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

Teratoma is a peculiar type of tumor, which simply means that a tumour grows out of many organs and tissues that seem to be normal, including but not limited to hair, bones, glands, teeth, etc. Of course, fibrotic fat layers, nails, and cartilage are not uncommon, and in short, teratomas can be found in almost everything, even eyes, hands, feet, fingers, and even miniature limbs, but the latter is much less likely than hair and teeth.

A dermoid cyst is a more common symptom, which is a cyst full of hair.

Rarely, teratomas can even give birth to the spinal cord and complete organ systems, heart vessels, and even trunk limbs — almost the equivalent of an embryo.

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

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

Of course, in general, teratomas are tumor tissues that enclose the membrane, and certainly not the body parts that fill the entire culture chamber as they are now...... However, it is not unacceptable to treat the entire culture chamber as a whole membrane.

This kind of thing didn't scare Ian, but it just made him feel a little strange: "What are they doing with a teratoma in the culture chamber?" ”

"Or is it that their medium is distorted, and there is no one to manage it after ......that?"

Thinking of this, the young man suddenly realized again: "Wait, aberration? Uncle Ossena's leg tumor back then, and the deformed steel bone ...... that was born in the tumor."

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

- Whew.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew.

Raising his head suddenly, Ian turned his head to look behind him, he seemed to hear the wind behind him, 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 is gone? He hadn't paid much attention to it before, so there was no way to know for sure now.

“…… Unfortunately, I didn't bring references. If Shark and Isengard were around, they would have been able to see the situation with psionic energy. ”

Ian is holding the heavy abyss iron sword in his right hand, although the long sword used by the teacher is not of high energy level, it is most suitable for people from the Immovable Jiancheng lineage, it is strong, heavy, can carry high essemble explosions, and it feels good to smash people.

He turned back to the stone bridge and stood on the deck to look at the corpses of the lizards.

There was nothing unusual about the corpse, the blood was still flowing, and it was flowing into the parasite river, and the pale red blood of the green beetle lizard even made the blue color even thicker when it entered the river, apparently there were many parasites going to draw nutrients.

Gusts of cold wind blew out of the cave and echoed through the cavities.

Ian glanced around, but didn't see a problem.

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

Time passes slowly.

In the process, Ian gradually held his breath and controlled the essentia, gradually transforming himself into a form like a stone.

Cultivators of the Sand Armor Apprentice, after stockpiling 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 don't need to breathe at all, they can get the oxygen they need from their own stored water and fat.

Even the most perceptive of people can sense that Ian seems to be asleep at best—ordinary perception doesn't see him as a creature at all.

Soon, more than ten minutes passed.

The cold light around the walls remained steady.

Call......

Suddenly, there was a strange wind sound on the other side of the bridge, cold and damp, mixed with an unpleasant grinding sound.

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

Ian silently looked into the empty cavity at the other end of the bridge, his eyes no longer on the ground, but at the towering stone pillars.

He saw a vague black figure there, wrapped in a clump of hair, and it was hidden in the shadows, so it was impossible to see what it looked like.

The figure glided silently between the stone pillars, stirring with a slight wind essentia, which brought up the previous gusts of cold wind and sound.

The man was very cautious, and had been dormant since he had noticed the noise.

Now, without any other sounds, the figure began to move, gliding towards the hall.

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

The boy was like a corpse at the moment, without any life features, just a tender and delicious piece of meat—a hundred times and a thousand times more delicious than the lizards that had been parasitic and had eaten the most essential life.

The figure was still approaching.

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

Lewen