Originally, I was still wondering who had made the mistake, but with the rune priest's almost cover-up words, I suddenly felt as if it wasn't as simple as someone had made a mistake......

There seems to be something else hidden...... The question is, what is it that makes the wolf have to shut up?

However, since the wolf seems to be deliberately hiding some secret, I don't want to force too many questions, after all, I don't feel that my face is big enough to make a request to the wolf, even if it is related to my life's events......

I used to have a wife?!

I shook my head, shook off the seemingly ridiculous thought, opened the door in front of me completely, and dodged out of the way.

Fearlessly, he walked past me with a rocking footstep on the ground, and then stopped to wait for me. I had to give up the idea of being alone and quiet, close the door and follow.

"Where do we go next?" I plug in the communication channel to see if there are any tasks I can perform.

Flheim said, "You and Arslan will come to the bridge first. Can you find your way? ”

The wolves hadn't been here, so the digital map they sent me didn't have the area, there was no ready-made map to guide me on, and I couldn't figure out where to go like the Fenris mortal troops on a mopping and occupying mission. But now that Sylvia has gone to the bridge, I'll just follow her footsteps.

The hallway was wide enough to accommodate fellow chariots, so the dreadnought's large, hulking body wouldn't get in the way. His two short legs seemed clumsy, but they only looked short for his body, but they were actually much longer than human legs, so I needed to speed up my pace to keep up with the seemingly unhurried pace.

The dreadnought, Arslan, had the standard iron-gray livery of a space wolf, and like most wolf warriors, it was draped in a wolfskin cloak, with two thick wolf tails hanging down from its chest - or in front of it, the front of its body anyway. On his right side he was armed with a six-barreled submachine gun, but on his left side was not the power fist that Dreadnought usually used, but a large power claw that shone with lightning. The submachine gun was an excellent weapon against the infantry, whether it was a regular unit or a super-heavy infantry, it would be wiped out in an instant under that terrifying barrage. As for the claws, looking at the intimidating length and sharpness of the claw blades, I feel that even the armor of the chariot can be easily torn apart under his huge claws, let alone the infantry.

There were also leathery scrolls hanging from the front of his body, covered in runes of Fenris. I don't know the words, but the mech in my helmet has a very convenient translation function, so I can read them from the single-eyed lens display. It is an account of the awe-inspiring battles and victories of this veteran,

The narrative begins in the year 746 of the forty-first millennium, when Arslan officially became a member of the Space Wolves, and ended in the month of 999, shortly before he fought against the Iron Warriors on a planet, one of the first to fall, a battle that mentions the Iron Eagle of Oldcrant, and I guess it was then that Harvey got on the Space Wolf's ship.

Long sheepskin banners in dense text recount more than 1,000 battles that Arslan has fought over a period of more than 250 years. In these battles, the battlefield spread to all corners of the galaxy, and the objects of engagement included almost all the enemies of the known empire, and most of the time, the wild wolves were using absolutely inferior forces to fight against enemies who were a hundred times and a thousand times their own, and created one miraculous victory after another.

I didn't have time to pay close attention to the battles, but one unusual record caught my attention:

In the year 987 of the forty-first millennium, Arslan was killed in battle and reborn in the form of a dreadnought.

There is no record of the battlefield, no description of the combat object, and no description of the process, only a simple point in time, marking the end of a veteran soldier's combat career. Such an abrupt record is simply strange!

What kind of situation is it that the proud wolf is reluctant to mention?

Too small to be too lazy to say? Of course not. A battle that can inflict serious injuries on a veteran who has fought for two and a half centuries must be extremely tragic.

A humiliating fiasco? It's not like it anymore. There are also many lost battles in these records, and the wolves are not secretive about their failures. Besides, since we have the ability to bring back the wounded, it means that even if we are defeated, we will retreat in an orderly manner, unlike the uncontrollable rout that our defense forces are usually used in.

What else would that be like? I feel like my brain isn't enough.

Does it have to do with ...... They...... Relate? No, with the old qualifications and power of the space wolf, do you still need to see the faces of others to act?

Now that this battle is over, let's ask Add, maybe I can ask something.

A battle that was deliberately forgotten by the wolf, and vaguely, I felt that it seemed to have something to do with me......

Arslan ...... "I don't know if our relationship is good enough to do without honorifics, so let's try to call it first."

"What's the matter?"

"Sorry, I don't remember when we met. Do you remember? ”

"It's nothing, even if you're as intelligent as a Space Marine, a long time can still make us forget a lot of things...... And time ...... It's been a little different for me......" Dreadnought's mechanical voice dragged on, "I've had a long time in a deep sleep, and waking is only a brief moment. So, fighting alongside you still feels like yesterday...... But look at the calendar, it's been 12 years......"

My instincts were right, it was twelve years ago!

But here comes the problem again. I remember very well twelve years ago, when I was stationed in a certain legion in Valhalla, and I had only participated in the suppression of a few rebellions that had not been intervened by Chaos, dealing with a mob with no organization or combat experience, which was not a decent battle at all, and then I had a long rest in a garden world. It was almost the most comfortable time since I joined the army, with white bread, wine, and fresh meat every day, even in heaven.

"What happened in that war?" I took the opportunity to ask.

"The battle...... Well......" Dauntless's voice deepened, "I don't remember very well, my head was badly injured at that time, and I have forgotten a lot of things since. All I remember is that we suffered an unprecedented fiasco, with all the strike teams wiped out, and in the end it was your men who brought back the remains of my brothers, so that their lives could be kept alive through the guò genetic seeds. I was one of them, and when they put me on the cremation pyre, they found out that I still had signs of life, but all the pharmacists were helpless about my injuries, so they made me to live like this...... As for your side, I don't know ......."

Daring Do fell silent, as if in thought, only the deafening sound of footsteps kept moving forward.

Just as I was about to press on, Velheim's voice interjected.

"Ilshan ......," the rune priest said in a sigh-like voice, not from the earphones, but directly in his head, "Do you have any doubts in your mind?" ”

Hey, look at what he means, the secret can already be solved?

"If that's a taboo, I can suppress my curiosity." I waited quietly for him to take the initiative to tell me an answer.

"It's not a taboo, it's just a pain in our hearts that we don't dare to touch." Velheim said slowly, "We've all had a dark past, and confronting it might break us. So, you have had your memories altered to allow you to escape the horrors for a while, and we have chosen to forget. You know, it's for your own good......"

If that's the case, that's a pretty good result. As far as I know, when someone says "it's for your good" to a psyker, it's often a bullet.

“…… But mortals grow up, mature and strong, and the things that were enough to drive you crazy back then may now be taken calmly. At this time, facing the darkness of your past will allow you to overcome your former self and make you stronger. So, the choice is yours, are you ready to face that qiē? ”

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