Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The eyes of the human-faced spider, like the scanner of a large medical device, scanned Meng Chao's injury from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside.

When he realized that Meng Chao was fine and had just broken through the life barrier, regardless of his serious injury, sparks of joy welled up in his eyes.

However, when he realized that Meng Chao's body structure was subtly different from that of ordinary Turanians, the sparks of joy turned into ripples of suspicion.

He spoke.

It speaks the ancient Turanian language.

However, the tones are complex and changeable, and the semantics are also difficult to understand. Each syllable is full of tongue rolling, tongue snapping, tongue snapping, swallowing and tone modulation. It is emitted by dolphins in the ocean. It is low and long, and can directly penetrate the soul.

Even when he was speaking, the carapace around his body was trembling and rubbing at high frequency, making the sound of cadenced metal collisions, forming a rhythm similar to Morse code.

Meng Chao was very suspicious that the ancient Turan language used by the human-faced spiders was not only more straightforward, simple and crude, and even slightly childish than the Turan language used by modern orcs, it contained a hundred times more details.

Even compared to the language of the people on earth, it can exchange three to five times more information per unit of time.

Unfortunately, Meng Chao couldn't understand what he was talking about.

Originally, Meng Chao's Turan language was two knives.

It is not bad to be able to communicate proficiently with modern orcs.

The "ancient Turan language" that I came across occasionally also came from modern witch doctors, priests and chiefs. It has been simplified and even mistranslated long ago. It conforms to the communication habits of modern orcs, but it is far from the original meaning.

Meng Chao even felt that he hadn't grown an organ to receive such high-frequency information.

I can only spread my hands, point to the other person's mouth first, then point to my ears, and finally wave my hands, indicating: "I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

The human-faced spider seemed a little disappointed to find that this pure-bred "human" without the characteristics of a beast in front of him actually spit out a childish and ridiculous "modern orc language".

However, he seemed to have experienced countless blows that were a hundred times more severe than this in the long years, and he quickly recovered, communicating with Meng Chao in stuttering modern Turan.

"We're... out of time..."

He frowned slightly after only saying these half a sentence.

It seems that he dislikes the barrenness and rudimentary of the modern orc language, and it is impossible for him to express his emotions, ideas, and the massive information that he is eager to pass on to the latecomers.

He simply shut his mouth, waved his blade, and motioned for Meng Chao to follow behind him, and they walked deep into the cave together.

Naturally, Meng Chao would not refuse.

He looked curiously at the scene in the cave.

It was found that this long and deep cave was very different from the natural caves he had explored before.

Most of the naturally formed caves must be winding and uneven in thickness. Sometimes they are so narrow that people can only squeeze them sideways, and sometimes they suddenly open up, showing caves and voids larger than a basketball court.

Although this cave is deep, it is straight and flat, like a secret passage built artificially.

The cave wall is as smooth as a mirror, and the surface is covered with traces of some kind of metal and rock layer friction at high speed, high-temperature molten rock, and cooling and solidification, like rainbows extending into the dark depths.

There is also a large amount of debris scattered in the cave.

Most of the wreckage is fragmented arc-shaped armor fragments, thicker than Meng Chao's palm, and the sections are layered on top of each other, like a composite structure of seven or eight layers compressed together.

From Meng Chao's experience, this was the shell of some kind of large vehicle or war machine.

It should be the spaceship of the ancient Turan people. When it crash-landed in another world, it scraped the rock formation along the way, and was torn and scattered.

In this way, could it be that this space fold hidden in the rock formation was actually created by the forced landing of the Turan spaceship?

Meng Chao was amazed.

From this cave and the shell wreckage scattered all over the place, one can imagine how thrilling the passage of the Turan spacecraft was in the past.

With a little carelessness, the entire spaceship and the last hope of Turan civilization will be annihilated under the crust of the alien world.

In addition to the fragments of the outer shell of the spacecraft, Meng Chao also found a large number of remnants of the interior of the spacecraft in the wreckage.

Although the ages were too far apart, and the two civilizations were very different, Meng Chao couldn't figure out what the purpose of these strange remnants was.

But he was inside and found a small amount of plastic.

Meng Chao's breathing stopped suddenly.

Plastics are polymer compounds that are polymerized from monomers as raw materials through addition polymerization or polycondensation reactions.

Being able to produce plastic products on a large scale places extremely high demands on materials science and industrial systems.

It can even be said that the large-scale production of plastic products is the same as the large-scale use of steam or even electricity, which is a sign of the maturity and even glory of a civilization.

Modern orcs have long forgotten how to produce plastic.

Even a very small number of witch doctors and priests still passed on the ancient production process by word of mouth.

But there is no corresponding raw material source and large industrial system.

So much so that they picked up a few carbonated drink bottles washed down by Dragon City from the Turan River, and they would treat them as treasures, and use them to store the teeth of their prey or the secret medicine of the witch doctor.

The emergence of plastic products made Meng Chao firmer in his opinion.

The ancient Turan had a civilization and industrial system no less than that of the people on Earth.

In some fields, it even surpasses the people on Earth.

Soon, he found more evidence.

For example, the dense carvings on the cave wall.

The Turanians seem to enjoy carving and painting on walls, bulkheads, rock faces...everything.

However, what Meng Chao saw on the bulkhead inside the holy mountain temple were rough and barbaric murals similar to primitive art, depicting the scene of a desperate fight between Turan warriors and totem beasts.

What you see here is an intricate, continuous, criss-crossing, dizzying formula.

That's right, although the numbers and arithmetic symbols used are completely different from those of earth civilization.

The numbers and arithmetic symbols of the ancient Turanites are like crystal clear snowflakes and bundles of ever-forking flames.

But combined together, the feeling of being more mysterious and complicated than the Wordless Heavenly Book immediately reminded Meng Chao of the fear of building various spiritual magnetic force fields and calculating the concentration of spiritual energy in college.

He forced himself to observe carefully.

Of course, I don't expect to have a flash of inspiration and understand the thousands of formulas left by the ancient Turanians.

Instead, observe the strokes of the brush that carved these formulas into the cave walls.

The brush strokes are deep and shallow, and the brushwork is also different. Some formulas are flamboyant and unrestrained, while others are correct and penetrating.

It is as if through the hands of different people, even over thousands of years, the "formula ocean" that is enough to submerge the entire cave or even the entire holy mountain temple has been constructed.

Occasionally, Meng Chao could also find a few lines of relatively simple ancient Turanian language among the overwhelming and surging formulas.

After all, the "shelf life" of words is longer than that of words.

These few lines of text, like the derivators and calculators of the formula, are swayed randomly under the condition of emotional excitement, without deliberately pursuing the precision of grammar and the richness of semantics.

Meng Chao even guessed, but he was able to guess the general meaning of some of the words.

One of the deducers of the formula, thousands of years ago, was full of fear and even despair, and carved on the cave wall: "No, this is impossible, none of this is true!"

There are other formula derivators below, leaving messages:

"I will definitely think of a way!"

"Absolutely cannot... be controlled by it!"

"For our civilization!"

"I thought of it! I thought of it!"

Meng Chao narrowed his eyes.

My thoughts seem to travel back thousands of years ago, and I witnessed with my own eyes an ancient Turan man, full of different moods, or excited, or resolute, or crazy, or full of fear but never gave up, using his blood and even his life , In the depths of the foreign world, the imprint of Turan civilization is branded.

For some reason, the image that came to his mind was not as powerful and majestic as the ancient warriors like "Fist, No Stomach King, Broken Wing".

It is also far from modern orcs like "The Horn of Destruction, the Blade of Fury, and the Doomsday Demon Wolf".

On the contrary, some are thin and weak.

Think about it too.

If it's the bloodhoof clan's muscular monsters whose fists are bigger than casserole.

Or the wolves, tigers and leopards with extremely sharp claws like the Golden Clan.

How could it be possible to calm down and devote all his life to leaving so many formulas in unknown caves deep underground?

The human-faced spider noticed that Meng Chao's footsteps were getting slower and slower.

When he looked back, he found that Meng Chao was carefully observing, researching, and feeling the formula on the cave wall.

His gradually haggard face immediately revealed a radiant pride.

The deeply sunken chest also seems to have absorbed a new vitality from the formula, and it is full again.

Meng Chao noticed that the human-faced spider was bleeding all the way.

His light golden blood is like a bright and eye-catching beacon, illuminating the darkness ahead.

"Your injury, are you okay?"

Meng Chao couldn't help asking.

"It's okay... Don't worry about me... There are more important things..."

The human-faced spider signaled Meng Chao to quicken his pace.

Finally came the breath of life ahead.

On the walls of the surrounding caves, there are a lot of primitive life like creepers, rockweeds, creepers and grape vines. It is hard to tell whether they are fungi or plants, forming a small but complete underground ecosystem.

No, it should not be said to be "primitive life".

Meng Chao noticed that under the creep and between the branches of the "vines", there were countless hollow metal conduits as thin as a cow's hair.

The metal conduit seems to have life, slowly wriggling, deeply pierced into the rock formation, absorbing the spiritual energy deep in the rock formation.

It is like an intricate root system and even blood vessels, providing sufficient nutrients for the entire ecosystem.

And the raw materials that make up the "root system and blood vessels" are surprisingly liquid metal-like substances!