The exit of Qingchao and their walking, on the map recorded by the silver chip, is actually not for people to walk, but for freight imports and exports.

If the tower hadn't been raised, it would have been a long swim out of that place, and no one knew exactly where it would have arrived.

But if you think about it, the people on his side are either crew members or pirates, and there are several sublimators, as long as there is no storm outside, with their water nature, they will not drown.

And to be honest, because it is a freight entrance, it is safe.

On the other hand, Ian, although it is said to be the main gate of the Eight Classics, the road is much more dangerous.

After all, this is a 'front gate' that is mostly filled with monster lairs and ancient traps along the way.

"Is there something wrong with the natives to put so many traps here at the exit of their holy land?!"

While dismantling the eleventh induction gas trap he was responsible for, the pirate captain Andor couldn't help but complain loudly: "Do they want to get out or don't want to go out!?" ”

In fact, eleven is a small number, and most of the demonic beasts that have wandered here over the years have been destroyed, leaving only a few reusable and relatively high shelf life pits and toxin traps remaining.

"It's not surprising that after the redwood natives fought with the brain-eaters, they probably lost control of the core of the ruins, and then they lost their living environment and had to fight against the demonic beasts released from all walks of life, the so-called holy land is just a place to live after they lost their settlement."

Compared to Andor, who also needed tools and hands to disarm the trap, Ian's method of solving the trap was much simpler - he only needed to raise the water gun from time to time and fire it at a few places, and the trap or inscription inside the trap would be destroyed and corroded.

"These traps are estimated to have been used by the natives to deal with the demonic beasts in the ruins."

Looking around, Ian felt that he had almost cleared up, and then led the way for the others.

As he walked, he sighed: "In the final analysis, these traps are very primitive, and it can be seen that the redwood natives have lost a lot of technological ...... at that time."

The others didn't have Ian's psionic powers, so naturally they couldn't be like him, so they just looked back and pieced together the entire history of the Redwoods gradually becoming the Redwood natives.

For them, the Sequoia people and the Brain Eaters fought and eventually had to leave the base, lose their technology, and become the ancestors of the current Redwood natives, and that reason was completely enough.

And the redwoods locked the entire ruin before leaving, so that the braineater could not get high-quality brain parasitism, so it was weakened, until the blockade of the ruins in recent years was missing, and more and more demonic beasts revived the braineater.

At this moment, everyone is walking in a karst cave area without any traps, all the way up, spiraling forward.

The water vapor grew thicker and thicker, making the mist hazy, and through the faint light of the surrounding area, everyone could see a vast hall and the ruins of the gathering place looming at the end of the corridor ahead, which covered an extremely large and well-preserved area, and looked like a small village.

When you look closer, it is indeed a small village, made of rocks and a peculiar aquatic grass, surrounded by more than a dozen large camps, and in the middle there is a portrait of a 'radiation suit' that is the same as in the main control room, and some traces of sacrifice can be vaguely seen.

The mist filled the ruins of this ancient underground village and town seemed a little gloomy, especially since there were still many human deformed bones in some camps, if it weren't for the fact that everyone had just killed the brain-eating worm mother nest, they might have begun to feel a little hairy in their hearts.

But now, I just feel the history of the Sequoia people.

"Wait, how are these deformed human bones so familiar?"

After looking at it for a while, Ian sensed that something was wrong, he took a closer look, and was surprised to find that in some of the camps, there were actually some cultivation warehouses that he had seen at the entrance to the cave where he had first entered the ruins.

Unlike the area where parasitic aberrants live, these silos are no longer maintained and have long since ceased to function.

These bones were surrounded by the cultivation chamber, and even piled up into small hills, but what was shocking was that these bones even had traces of shaving.

"Cannibalism? Lack of food, did they start cannibalism? ”

"When resources are scarce, simply eating human flesh is not a sin, only the slaughter of human flesh as an animal."

Both Master Gosai and Bishop White Mist came to this conclusion

However, when he saw these cultivation bins and piles of human bones, Ian vaguely saw a burst of visions.

Time seems to be staggered.

Two tall figures, standing in front of the cultivation barn, initiated a heated discussion.

[There is not enough biomass, the xenomorphic creatures hunted are either parasitic or cannot be fully utilized, and their flesh and blood are difficult to use to cultivate clones...... After all, does it really make sense for us to insist like this? 】

[It's hard to use, if we don't replenish the population, when we get to the outside world, we are not just wandering redwood remnants, but humanoid beasts that will be devoured by nature...... Not only can't the technology be passed on, but we can't even deal with those mutant creatures in the outside world! 】

【Remnants...... Haha, can we still call ourselves remnants now? Look at those clones, because they are growing up too fast and their intelligence is not fully developed, they will have to wait at least a generation or two before they can regain their stable thinking ability, and they can lead such a group of monkeys, and we can also call ourselves Redwood Remnants!? 】

[What are you angry at me?] We, as survivors, can't afford to give up hope no matter what—what's more, what about low intelligence? Our ancestors were able to work together to pass on all kinds of primitive techniques when they were ape-men, and these clones were at best unable to understand some of the more complex concepts, and their bodies were all new humans who had been modified just like us...... They have enough potential to become healthy and intelligent beings like us, and it is our own seedlings that have made them what they are......]

【…… I'm sorry...... But what to do? There are no more than twenty survivors with Sequoia technology, and all the others are clones, even if our generation survives from the outside world with them, what about our descendants? How can we pass on this knowledge, this history? 】

【…… With a ceremony】

[Ritual? 】

[Hmm.] In the current situation, there is no way to pass on the knowledge of the teacher to the students, and this group of clones is unable to understand the complex concepts of civilization, inheritance and glory because of their rapid development, but they can use things such as fear, sacrifice and ritual that are rooted in instinct to induce.

[Wait, you mean ......]

[We want to be priests, priests, shamans and prophets - don't look at me like that, with our current productivity, do you want to pay attention to any quality education? Teach them how to manipulate these complex instruments with rituals, teach them what they can eat and what they can't touch with dogma, restrict their actions with oaths and taboos, and give them a sense of belonging with the concept of family and tribe.

[However, we are redwoods, and we have inherited the knowledge of the Terra civilization, so we can't...... Can't call out these primordial echoes that have long been wiped out by the ancestors......]

[Fool! There are no more Sequoias! The Redwoods, like the Terra civilization, are long gone! We are the last remnants of the redwoods, the dogs who have to flee from their hometowns! 】

[I, I know, but ...... I'm in so much pain...... Weimar, I, I, I really...... I'm really not reconciled...... Why is this happening...... Why did we end up here......]

【…… Don't cry...... Alas, who knows. Humans can't keep their sanity all the time, and the ancestors have been locked in this cage for hundreds of years, enough time for a dynasty to fall, and it's not surprising that they are crazy.

【Good...... Well. But then again, even after the tuning, it would be difficult for these alien xenos to create normal clones, most of them were distorted, and some even died just after breaking away from the culture chamber...... There's not enough food, we can't really let them eat people, even if it's just clones, right? 】

【…… On the issue of cloning materials, I do have an idea, didn't my father's generation ask the old people and fallen combatants to donate their bodies? But now it seems that it is not enough. I think we have to add a ritual.]

What kind of ritual is it? 】

[Sacrificial ritual. Each person cuts off a part of their own flesh and blood to use it as biomass to piece together the raw materials for a clone...... Our companions shouldn't have any opinions, but for those who clone them, the process is painful, and they must be given a reason, even if it's false.]

【…… There's no way around it, so let's just say that this sacrifice can please the spirits of the ancestors and get protection...... After the sacrifice, adjust the temperature, and then send more demonic beast meat, with our physical fitness, it won't take a few days to regenerate and heal]

[Well, let's do it.] As for the name of the ceremony...... You have to come up with a nice and easy-to-understand name]

How about a pure sacrifice? 】

[Well, a good name—the Pure One gives his flesh and blood to create a new companion...... Sure enough, the name still has to be good.]

The illusion dissipated.

Ian shook his head slightly, he didn't show anything on the surface, but in his heart, he felt a sense of absurdity in addition to emotion.

"It turns out that this is the origin of the indigenous sacrificial tradition and the sacrificial shaman culture...... Due to the lack of population, a large number of clones with incomplete brain development had to be copied as the base population, and then through time, these clones were slowly restored to normal humans. ”

In this way, it is completely understandable how the Sequoia people became the indigenous group of Sequoia entrenched in the South Ridge.

The so-called murderous sacrifice goes back to the original source, but each takes off a part of his body as the biomass basis for cultivation, so the probability of distortion is relatively small, so it is called 'pure'.

"The best and highest quality biomass is needed to cultivate the most intact clones, so it is called pure sacrifice."

Staring at the cultivation bin in front of him, Ian didn't need to use the Prophetic Horizon to know that the ancestors of the indigenous people used the corpses of various demonic beasts and their own flesh and blood to replenish a large number of people, and then left the redwood base.

As for how this ritual evolved into this kind of murderous sacrifice and living sacrifice ritual in later generations......

Time flies, and in the face of time, nothing is immortal...... Needless to say, people's hearts are self-explanatory.

The figure in the radiation suit was already mottled with moss, and Ian's gaze looked over it to see the 'gate' at the back of the village.

The gate is made of a strange crystal, with a very artistic shape, with a crystal lamp in the shape of seven stars set at the top, flowing with a swirling light, and an inscription in operation.

"[Purify the air] [Regulate the temperature] [Sterilize] [Remove odors] [Lift the spirit] [Video recording] and [Glow]."

Ian muttered softly to himself, and he saw that the seven crystal lamps were inscription utensils made into ornaments by pre-epoch civilizations to serve all who walked through this door.

I have to say that this is really very perfect, if it is in full operation, this gate with a faint crystal halo is like a portal to heaven, as long as you step through it, you can be refreshed, get rid of the odor, and enter an underground base with an extremely suitable temperature.

This is still the last checkpoint to which the Redwoods retreated after losing all their skills and being forced to leave their settlements, and they are still serving as such.

The Great Elder may be wrong about everything, but there is only one thing that is right, and that is that living in the Sequoia base is definitely countless times more comfortable than suffering and grinding on the ground......

No wonder no one wants to accompany him to the ground.

Not to mention anything else, the tropical climate of Nanling and all kinds of poisonous insects, compared to the days when there is air conditioning inside the Sequoia base, there is no need to describe it, everyone knows how to choose.

Of course, the fact that the insects inside the base are much more fierce than the mosquitoes needs to be discussed separately.

"The door seems to be completely sealed and requires a key to open it."

While Ian was observing the crystal lamp on the gate, Master Gosai was also studying the crystal door that was more than five meters high, and he knocked on the door and said in amazement: "This is not an ordinary door - this is a four-defense door, with a four-fold structure, which can isolate radiation, biochemistry, psionic energy and temperature changes......"

"The outermost layer of it is a man-made perfect crystal, extremely strong, and infused with Morion steel, which is self-repairing, and the inner ...... It's a pure gold alloy?! ”

Master Gosai was still babbling, and even he hadn't thought of using Adamantite Gold to make a door—even with a low level of alloy.

This kind of thing is not to say that it is the best use of things, at least it is a tyrannical thing.

"Could it be that the pre-era civilization mastered the technology of artificial adamantite gold?" He was so skeptical.

Ian stepped forward, observed for a while, and said, "Now that I am the master of the labyrinth, I can open this door." ”

Of course, this is not the credit of the master of the labyrinth, but the highest authority held by Ian - the redwoods back then could not open the door blocked by the supreme order without four keycards, but after all, no one knew this, and he could have pushed everything to the master of the labyrinth.

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Buzzing......

The sand and dust fell from the top of the gate, like the petals of a flower blooming, and like the closed sawtooth retreating one by one, and the four layers of staggered chimeric doors slowly opened, like a giant beast opening its huge mouth that had been closed for thousands of years.

When I landed, a fresh sea breeze came.

"Wow, this tastes ......"

At this moment, Esengard couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion - although the interior of the Sequoia base is well ventilated, it is far from comparable to the real air in nature.

Even Ian took a deep breath, and although the place was still some distance from the sea level and the wind was quite wet and cold, it carried a vibrant freshness that was refreshing.

- They have indeed left the ruins...... came to the real outside world.

"Let's go, there's no danger."

After scanning it with psionic energy, Ian didn't think it was really necessary, after all, the White Mist Bishop was right next to him.

Although the old man did not speak, as long as there was danger and encountered a trap, he would definitely help.

He was the first to walk out of the gate of the Sequoia base.

Then he came to another indigenous 'holy place'.

At the exit of the Sequoia Base Gate, there is a rather bright cavity, inlaid with numerous fluorites, which can have a bright light without lighting the lamp.

In the light yellow fluorescent light, it can be seen that there are a large number of altars and totemic murals on both sides of the cavity outside the door, and in the center of these altars is a figure wearing a radiation protection suit—until now, Ian still did not understand why the natives would use such a figure as an object of worship.

But after recalling the exchange between the two figures, Ian realized: "If we say that the first portrait is just a 'hint', suggesting that they are the 'keepers of the ruins'. ”

"Then the follow-up portraits are really commemorative - these portraits wearing protective clothing actually represent the ancestors of the redwood natives."

"Symbols of the people who once lived, multiplied, and maintained the entire base in the Redwood Base!"

"Stands for...... The real Sequoia people, not the 'Sequoia Natives'. ”

This sacred place was apparently set up by later generations, when the redwood natives returned to their 'hometown' to worship their ancestors, and they couldn't open the gate without collecting all four key cards, but they didn't want to go back in the first place, because the ancestors must have left them legends of parasites and demons as well.

The posture of the figure in the center of the shrine is different from that of the people in other places, and he has something in his right hand that should have been placed in the past to accept the sacrifices of all people, but in the afterlife it has been taken away.

"Ian, look, there seem to be some strange corpses here?"

Isengard took a few steps forward, just to see where the wind was coming from, only to see a rudimentary campfire camp in front of the altar of the natives.

There were a number of corpses in armor and familiar uniforms around the camp, which puzzled him: "These clothes are ...... I think I've seen ...... at Uncle Ayles."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, for some reason, a strange emotion suddenly rose in Ian's heart.

He turned around and walked slowly in the direction where Isengard was standing.

The white boy walked past the blonde boy, and he stared at the rows of bones in front of him, seeing the human figures in familiar armor and fabrics.

"This is the armor and uniform of the Port Harrison Guards...... It was the same convoy that disappeared in the first major storm fourteen years ago. ”

Ian muttered to himself, he lowered his eyes, scanned all the bones in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker a little: "Could it be ......?"

Esengard sensed that something was wrong with Ian, but before he could say anything to concern, the boy heard Ian's footsteps stop in front of a skeleton.

Then he leaned down and uttered a word that made Isengard stunned and froze in place.

"Father's ......"

Ian stared at the corpse in front of him, then gently reached out and stroked the armor and the bones behind it: "Sure enough. ”

"You're right here."

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