Marvel Book of Magical Events

"If that monster found you, why didn't it come down?"

"I don't know." Will shook his head. "It may be because me and it are the only creatures on this planet, or maybe it is observing me and human beings. I have found some traces of alien civilizations, but they are all buried in the dust. I don't know how many years ago those buildings were, but I think that alien monster probably destroyed a civilization."

"There used to be civilization here?"

"There used to be a civilization here, and it has a slightly advanced technological level than the current human civilization." Salomon replied. They were standing on a cliff at the moment. Below the cliff was a tall stone tower that was eroded by wind and sand like a bush. A lost team was located among the ruins, where they took shelter from the sandstorm, but the maze of passages made it impossible for them to move. Catherine was communicating with them, providing path guidance and fire assistance, guiding them through the blast of bolters.

"This city must have been formed earlier than the desert appeared, otherwise those aliens would never have built the city in the lowlands." Janissary Zero pointed to the tower below, "Even if the Inhuman monsters ate up all the plants, this planet would never have fallen to this point. I think war has taken up most of the reasons."

"Civil war." The mystic nodded. In the dim environment, Catherine's bolter flare was the only source of light. The Sisterhood does not have the high-beam searchlights it carries, and doing so in such an environment would only attract potential predators. "Remember what I said about the monster's characteristics?" Salomon said, "swallowing flesh and memory, lurking in the host's body to manipulate creatures. It can be imagined that there was almost no trust between individuals of intelligent populations at that time, just like the water source in this world. The social order collapsed and chaos spread, providing an excellent hunting environment for that monster. But civil wars cannot wipe out the plants of the entire planet, so we may face a very hungry monster."

"The death of this civilization is extremely long, and no civilization can withstand such a catastrophe. Perhaps this is the reason why we found a large number of alien skeletons with mechanical prosthetic limbs. They wanted to escape the distrust brought by flesh and blood." Zero expressed his opinion. "This is a very interesting social science question. I believe that at a certain point in time, the surviving aliens began to mechanize themselves. They may even form some groups that have undergone similar transformations.

"My lord, they are here." Catherine interrupted Zero's tirade. Even though she was wearing the helmet, Zero felt she gave him a glare, as if scolding him for diverting the Sovereign's attention to sociology issues. "Please allow us to inspect them. If that monster can lurk and manipulate intelligent creatures, I think we need to increase the security level."

"Agreed, I will help you to check." The mystic said. In the most extreme cases, the air here must be full of Inhuman nanoparasites. Even if this civilization is destroyed, all who come to this planet cannot take it lightly. If that parasite could be detected with biometrics, the aliens of this civilization would have already waged war on the hive. Or they did, but it was too late, the social order had collapsed, the survivors were hunted down to below the minimum number of individuals the group had developed, and extinct.

According to the plan, all the teams were heading towards Salomon's location, while Salomon was following the trail of Leopold Fitz. While the main body of the monster was still some way away from them, he planned to send the reckless guy back. This was to keep his promise, and he had to do it—he had sent a message to all the squad leaders, asking them to arrest Leopold Fitz immediately if they found him, or send him back even if he broke one of his legs. Salomon had a hunch that if Leopold Fitz was allowed to run around outside, he would definitely have an irreversible and bad impact on the battle plan.

Salomon did not pass the means of biological detection, but directly probed the thoughts of all team members. After confirming that they were not infected, Catherine put down the muzzle and chainsword.

"For my lord." The captain of the second team nodded and obediently joined the battle sequence prepared by Catherine for them. Salomon greeted them enthusiastically and read their names one by one. He didn't need the displays in the knight's helmets or the personalized decorations on their armor to tell them apart. Catherine turned her head and said to Salomon, "My lord, there are two teams approaching here. We have to move faster."

"My lord!" The mystic heard another team's voice through his helmet headset. The display shows that this team belongs to Τ (eta) team. "Scouts found human footprints."

"Report location!" said Salomon. "No contact until it is determined whether the target is Leopold Fitz."

"There are people there!" Will suddenly fell down, holding the spear and pistol tightly in his hand.

At this moment, the sandstorm that enveloped the cave where they lived had just passed, and Will couldn't wait to go out with Simmons to find water sources. The long-term desert life forced him to master the method of finding water sources—there are many dark rivers under the desert. If it was on the earth, the direction of the dark river could be judged through the plants, but on this planet, almost all the biomass disappeared due to unknown reasons, and Will could only use the groundwater detector to find a fixed water source.

However, the groundwater detector has long been damaged, and Will can only pray that the sandstorm will not dry up the dark river for so many years. After he rescued Simmons, the female scientist helped him restore the damaged ruins. He plans to take Simmons away from the place of residence, looking for a new water source, and fulfilling the wish of the female scientist to take a bath.

"Who?" Simmons' eyes widened, and he still didn't understand what happened, "Could it be..."

"It shouldn't be that monster. That monster is always accompanied by sandstorms, and there won't be so many of them." Will and Simmons poked their heads out cautiously, observing the distant figure with binoculars. "They seem to have found our footprints." Will said angrily, "I've been here for too long, and I completely forgot to make a disguise."

"Maybe they came to rescue us?" Simmons swallowed, she was thirsty and hungry. After staying away from the cave, water resources and food are even more precious. After all, no one knows if they will get lost in this vast desert. There are too many accidents here, the road signs may be submerged by sand and dust at any time, and the changeable sand dunes cover the mountains, which cannot provide effective landmarks. Even Will has been lost many times. If he is not lucky enough, it is impossible to crawl back to his cave.

"They have weapons, we'd better leave first." Will, who has military experience, immediately pulled Simmons back without saying a word. In his vision, he used his tracks to guide trackers away from the water and caves he had discovered. This plan is very good, but the perennial malnutrition caused his physical strength to drop so badly that Simmons finally pulled him away.

"We still have guns, Will," she gasped. "We can set a trap!"

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