Above The Sky
Chapter 334 - 334 311 Father's Bone 5000 13

334: Chapter 311 Father’s Bone (5000, 1/3) 334: Chapter 311 Father’s Bone (5000, 1/3) The exit that Green Tide and his companions took was not intended for human use, but was actually a cargo entrance, as recorded on the map on the Silver Chip.

If the transport tower was not raised, they would likely have to swim for a long time to get out, and no one knew where they would end up.

However, upon reflection, the people on that side were either crew members or pirates, and there were several Sublimators as well, so as long as there was no storm outside, they should not be at risk of drowning given their swimming skills.

And to be honest, precisely because it was a cargo entrance, it was safer.

By contrast, the route that Ian and his companions took, despite being the legitimate main gate, was much more dangerous.

After all, it was a ‘main gate’ that was basically comprised of Magical Beast Nests and ancient trap mechanisms along the way.

“Are the Natives insane, setting so many traps at the exit of their Holy Ground?!”

While dismantling the eleventh sensor-based poison gas trap he was responsible for, Pirate Captain Andor couldn’t help but complain loudly, “Do they actually want to leave or not?!”

In fact, eleven traps were already a small number, as the Magical Beasts that had roamed the area over the years had destroyed the vast majority, leaving only those that could be reused and those traps with poison of higher shelf-life still existing.

“This isn’t strange.

After the fight with the Brain-Eating Parasites, the Redwood Natives probably lost control over the core of the relics.

Then, having lost their living environment, they had no choice but to fight with the various Magical Beasts that were released.

The so-called Holy Ground is nothing more than a dwelling place they resorted to after losing their settlement.”

Compared to Andor, who still needed tools and hands to disarm traps, Ian’s method of solving the traps was much simpler—he only needed to occasionally lift his Water Gun, aim at a few spots and fire, and the mechanisms or Inscriptions inside the traps would be destroyed and corroded.

“These traps were probably set by the Natives against the Magical Beasts that once roamed the interior of the relics.”

Looking around, Ian felt that he had cleared most of them and then led the way forward for the group.

As he walked, he couldn’t help but remark, “In the end, these traps are all very primitive, indicating that the Redwood Natives had already lost a significant amount of technology at that time…”

The others did not have Ian’s Spirit Energy and naturally could not, like him, glance back at the past and piece together the entire history of how the Redwood People gradually became the Redwood Natives.

For them, the reason that the Redwood People fought the Brain-Eating Parasites and ultimately had to leave their base, losing their technology, and becoming the ancestors of the present-day Redwood Natives, was already more than sufficient.

Before leaving, the Redwood People locked down the entire relic, preventing the Brain-Eating Parasites from acquiring high-quality brains to infest, thus weakening them until recently when the seal on the relics began to leak, causing more and more Magical Beasts to emerge and allowing the Brain-Eating Parasites to revive.

At the moment, the group was walking in an area of the cavern with few traps, spiraling upwards.

The vapor became more and more dense, creating a hazy mist.

With the faint light around them, they could see that at the end of the passage ahead, a vast hall and a collection of ruins vaguely appeared, extensive in size and quite intact, it looked like a small village.

Upon closer inspection, it indeed was a small village, built from rocks and a strange type of water grass.

More than a dozen large camps were arranged in a circle, with an effigy in the center wearing a ‘radiation protection suit’ similar to the one in the main control room, and there were traces of Sacrificial Rites to be seen.

The fog shrouded the ancient underground village ruins, giving it a somewhat eerie atmosphere, especially with several camps still containing many deformed human skeletons.

If it weren’t for the fact that they had just annihilated the Brain-Eating Parasite’s nest, they might have started to feel a bit uneasy.

But at that moment, they were merely reflecting on the history of the Redwood People.

“Wait, why do these deformed human bones look so familiar?”

After looking for a while, Ian sensed something was wrong.

He moved closer to observe and then was surprised to find that some of the camps still had some of the same type of Cultivation Chambers he had seen at the entrance of the cavern when he first entered the relics.

Unlike the areas where the parasitized Mutants lived, these Cultivation Chambers had been left unattended and had long stopped operating.

The human bones were piled up around the Cultivation Chambers, even forming small mounds, but what was shocking was that there were traces on the bones that indicated the flesh had been scraped off.

“Cannibalism?

Did they start eating people due to a lack of food?”

“In times of scarce resources, simply consuming human Flesh and Blood is not considered evil, only the slaughtering of humans as livestock is.”

Both Master Gossay and Bishop White Mist had come to this conclusion.

However, seeing these Cultivation Chambers and the piles of human bones, Ian began to see a series of visions.

Time seemed to intertwine.

Two tall figures stood in front of the Cultivation Chambers, engaging in a heated discussion.

“We’re running out of biomass.

The alien creatures we hunt are either infested or can’t be fully utilized, and their Flesh and Blood are difficult to use for cloning…

After all, is there really any point in us persisting like this?”

“It has to be used, no matter how difficult.

If we don’t replenish our population, by the time we reach the outside world, we won’t just be the wandering Redwood Remnants, but human-shaped wild beasts that nature will consume…

Not only will our technology not be passed down, but we will even struggle to deal with the mutated creatures outside!”

“Remnants…

Haha, can we still call ourselves remnants now?

Look at those clones, they grow up too fast and are intellectually underdeveloped.

It will take at least one or two generations before they can regain stable cognitive abilities.

Leading such a group of monkeys, can we really still call ourselves Redwood Remnants?!”