Although he was mentally prepared to face hard battles and major sacrifices, after Canto led all members of the Crimson Fist to return to the Hell Mountains, he found that the situation was completely wrong, without loud roars and no harsh guns and roaring.
There is silence in the Hell Blade Mountains...
So they climbed directly to the ridge where the monastery fortress was located, but found a surprised scene in front of them.
It is hard to see the appearance of the green fortress here, it looks more like the "original" ruins. It can be seen from the turrets that fall to the ground, the machine guns and shells half buried in the ground, and the armed forces may exist here. In addition, the outlines of the guardrails and other defensive facilities that originally existed here can be roughly distinguished from the pickets on the ground and some remaining wall bases.
It's just that they're destroyed too much.
It's not the exaggeration of being bombarded. In fact, the kind of destruction is easy to identify, but the destruction of the Space Marines here is a bit difficult to identify.
"This is..."
A veteran of the Scarlet Fist squatted in front of a stone that was two people tall. It was very smooth and neat, obviously the building material used in the past in the Battle of the Clan Monastery, but there were three deep scratches on its surface, almost splitting it.
“…Claw marks?”
The Space Marine's fingers slashed through the trace, and the width was enough for the Space Marine to stuff their fingers in.
"What's claws can be so huge and sharp??"
When the team entered the ruins, there were more traces of battle. Incomplete green corpses and limbs could be seen everywhere, some of which were completely broken. The dumbfounded face still maintained a terrified expression of death. The air was filled with pungent blood, the smell of rotten smell and the pungent spores. At the same time, various strange traces were becoming more and more.
"footprint."
Another veteran squatted down, and after measuring his fingers for a moment, he took a breath.
"Nearly half a meter into the ground! This is the foundation of the rock... What has this weight? Is the Knight? Or a Titan?"
The warrior on the side jumped onto the rock, overlooking the entire footprint, and then shook his head.
"Impossible. This is not like a mechanically made, but more like a beast. You see, there is a pit in front of it, which is about twenty meters, and there is a pit, which is smaller and inconspicuous, but if it is connected... it is a thing that walks with all limbs. Well, the pit in front is relatively shallow, which means that it is the forelimbs. According to the most conservative estimate, this thing may have to stand 25-30 meters!"
Another soldier who was looking at a green-skinned corpse turned his head and asked:
"Impossible, Ryan has never had such a creature. It's not that the Tyron Zerg has come, right?"
Then he pointed to the green-skinned corpse hanging upside down at the muzzle of the collapsed turret beside him. Its entire ribs were turned out, his head was half missing, and a broken fang was stuck in his face.
"There are scratches on this thing, and its body was obviously torn apart with external force. The attacker's body does not seem to be very big. There is a tooth here, which looks like it is green skin, it should be the attacker."
"And there is such a big thing. How did it come to this location? How did it destroy it? The surrounding terrain is so steep and the view is extremely wide. There is only one way to the monastery fortress. Green skins cannot be seen? Or are their weapons... Look here, these cannons, even if they are hit by tanks, and the wreckage of those rockets, I can't imagine anything that can break a fortress under such firepower."
Hearing this, Canto, who had been looking at the destroyed King Kong of Mao, suddenly raised his head, then turned around and ran quickly to the other side of the fortress, and came to the edge of the cliff in everyone's confusing eyes.
Then he squatted down and stared down without saying a word.
After a moment, Cortez walked over.
"What's wrong?"
After a few seconds of silence, Canto replied softly:
“It… is coming from here.”
Cortez stretched out his head and looked at it, his face suddenly changed. On the steep cliff nearly a thousand meters high, deep scratches and marks could be seen.
Canto exhaled a heavy breath, slowly stood up, turned to look at the fortress.
"It came up, and the greens discovered it immediately, and then they fired wildly..."
He swept his hands to the surrounding ground, and there were shells, metal fragments, as well as various shells and scorch marks after bombing.
"The beasts were frightened, attacked desperately, bombed...but it didn't work, and then it rushed over."
His finger pointed at several huge footprints on the ground.
"Then the wall was torn open in one go."
The raised hand stopped at this moment on the broken wall with only a few pieces, as if shocked by the devastating trauma.
"The killing began."
Cantomai stepped into the ruins, pointing to the remains of the beast that seemed to be slaughtered.
"The Greenskins wanted to use their most powerful war engine to stop it, but it was useless. It slaughtered it like a slaughter of animals, tearing its shell, tearing its bones, and taking out its internal organs..."
Finally, his footsteps stopped in front of the radial mark of destruction, his chin trembling slightly.
"It's not just a beast...it's a terrifying war machine."
Cortez walked to Canto and whispered:
"We have to talk."
Canto immediately walked to a place where no one was left. The two looked at each other, and they actually knew what the other party was going to say.
But Cortez spoke first.
"Canto, you've actually guessed what's doing these things, right? There's only people on this planet except humans and green skin."
Canto didn't say anything, but turned to look at the magnificent view of the Hell Mountains under the scorching sun. The rolling mountains are dotted with lush jungles, and the occasionally visible small lakes seem to be crystals on a green long skirt.
"Canto, we must report this matter and tell others that there is another alien in this world, the Spirit."
Canto was still staring blankly into the distance. When he was thinking in the past, he liked to stare at the beautiful scenery of his home on the towers of the monastery fortress. He thought that no place could be more beautiful than here.
Cortez suddenly grabbed Canto's arm with both hands and growled:
"Canto! Don't be stupid! We have already shamed the Martyrs and the Son of Dorn! You can't make mistakes again and again! The battle group can no longer bear the suspicion of being in harmony with the alien!"
Canto retracted his gaze and pointed to the wreckage of the greenskin.
"Then what's the difference between us and these beasts?"
"Put your hypocritical self-esteem and honor view! Canto! You are the leader of the battle group! You have to be responsible for the history of the entire battle group! You have to consider all the combat brothers! You must not be confused by the alien's little favors! They are aliens, they deserve to die! No matter what they do! There is no ungrateful statement about aliens! Even if we don't do it, we have to tell others and let them do it! Otherwise, once discovered, do you know what this means? Canto! Think carefully with your head! They are aliens, and they come to our world with some extremely dangerous biological weapon. Do you think they are really kind? If they suddenly attack other war groups, or even the Iron Skull Legion, how should we explain it!? Tell everyone, I don't know?"
The more Cortez spoke, he became more and more excited, and even poked Canto's chest with his finger.