Chapter 3423 Dilemma


Chapter 3423 Dilemma

Although I 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, I found that the situation was completely wrong, without loud roars, and without harsh guns and guns.

There was 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, which is 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, which may have armed forces. In addition, from the pickets on the ground and some remaining walls, the outlines of the defensive facilities such as the guardrails originally existed here can be roughly distinguished.

It's just that they're destroyed too much.

It's not the exaggeration of being bombarded indiscriminately. In fact, the 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 Convent of the War Chapter in the past, but there were three deep scratches on its surface, almost splitting it.

".Claw marks?"

The Space Marine's fingers slashed through the mark, 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, and incomplete green-skinned corpses and limbs could be seen everywhere, some of which were completely broken. The dumbfounded face still maintained a terrified expression before death. The air was filled with pungent blood, the smell of rotten smell and the pungent spores, and at the same time, various strange traces were becoming more and more. "Footprints." Another veteran squatted down, and after measuring his fingers for a moment, he took a breath.

"Near half a meter into the ground! Is this a rock foundation a 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 smaller and inconspicuous. But if it is connected, it is a thing that walks with all fours. Well, the pit in front is relatively shallow, that is, it is the forelimbs. According to the most conservative estimate, this thing may have to stand up to 25-30 meters!"

Another soldier who was looking at a green-skinned corpse turned his head and asked back: "Impossible, Ryan has never had such a creature of this size. It's not the Tyran Zerg here, 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.

"This thing also has scratches on its body, and its body was obviously torn open with external force. The attacker's body didn't seem to be very big. There is a tooth here, which looks like green skin, it should be the attacker."

"And there is such a big thing. How did it run to this position? How did it destroy it? The surrounding terrain is so steep and the field of vision is extremely wide. There is only one way to lead to the monastery fortress. Green skin cannot be seen? Or do you think their weapons here. These cannons have enough caliber even if they attack 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 the confusion of everyone.

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 comes from here."

Cortez stretched out his head and looked at it, and 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, and 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, full of shells, metal fragments, and various shells and scorch marks after bombing. "The beasts were frightened, attacked and bombed them desperately, but they had no effect, and then it rushed over."

His finger pointed at several huge footprints on the ground.

"Then it tear open the guard wall in one go."

The raised hand stopped at this moment on the remaining few pieces of the wall, as if shocked by the devastating trauma. "The killing began."

Kantora made his steps and walked 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 open its shell, tearing its bones, and taking out its internal organs alive."

Finally, his footsteps stopped in front of the radial mark of destruction, his chin trembling slightly.

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"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. "Cantor, you've guessed what's doing these things, right? The only ones on this planet are humans and green skins."

Cantor didn't say anything, but turned to look at the magnificent scenery of the Hell Mountains under the scorching sun. The undulating mountains are dotted with lush jungles, and the occasionally visible small lakes seem to be crystals on a green skirt.

"Canto, we must report this matter and tell others that there is another alien in this world, the Spiritual Clan."

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 tower 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 at the wreckage of the green skin.

"Then what is 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! Don't be confused by the alien's little accomplice! They are aliens, they deserve to die! No matter what they did! 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?"

Cortez becomes more and more excited as he says, and even pokes Canto's chest with his finger.

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