"You probably can't do that." Xiao # said that reading this book without ads is the fastest update "I remember, you ran out of ammunition earlier than me." Arslan said.

Erdien picked it up and said, "You can try using stones. But this head is very hard, you have to pick a very strong stone. ”

"It's not a problem, I saw him lift a mountain and smash tens of thousands of enemies. With this power, it doesn't matter what stone is. Arslan said.

Well, I'm speechless. The wolf's sense of humor is indeed not something that mortals can imitate.

But is it all I can do to lift a mountain or something? Did you put the credit of the Grey Knight on my head? It is said that the Grey Knight is also a master of using psionic energy, which is certainly not something that a mortal psionic person like me can achieve.

"Well, brother, I actually mean to say......" Arslan saw that I couldn't keep up with their train of thought, so he had to change his tone and become more serious, "If I really don't want all this trouble to follow, I can just lie still and wait for death, and let the brothers burn me with a fire." I chose to be the way I am now, and when I got up again from the pyre of cremation, I was ready to face this qiē. You may see me and feel the pain, but there's more to me than that. ”

"I'm listening." I replied with this and looked forward to it.

"No, it's not something that can be articulated in words, it's a heart-to-heart sharing. Fortunately, the barrier between the mind is not difficult for you. ”

It turned out that I was going to have a heart-to-heart exchange, did I want to read his memories? I am not a psychic who specializes in the spiritual realm, and I don't like to take the initiative to spy on other people's minds, which will not only arouse the disgust of others, but also easily see some messy things, and even the danger of losing one's own personality when strictly - the amount of information contained in people's minds is very large, and the emotional factors in it will shake the will of the mind reader. In fact, psykers who specialize in psychic abilities tend to be the most abnormal of the kind, often becoming split personalities and appearing neurotic.

But here is someone else's initiative to invite, it's not easy to refuse, and compared with mortals with all kinds of **, the hearts of the Space Marines seem much simpler, and contacting their minds will only make me more determined, and I won't be infected with anything unclean.

So I took another step forward and looked him in the eye. Space marines have extremely strong hearts, and it is difficult for ordinary psychic abilities to affect them, even if he has taken the initiative to open his heart to me, it will save a lot of energy to observe each other's hearts through his eyes.

I was ready to suffer, but I couldn't feel any pain in those eyes, which could barely crack a slit. Through his eyes, I could see that his soul, after enduring countless pains and torments, became stronger, like a rock burned by fire, hardened by ice and hammered, and turned into indestructible steel.

It was the gaze of a warrior, incomparably clear and pure, and the qiē** and troubles that mortals possess were completely gone, and his life was only left with fighting, and after the battle was a long slumber, no longer having to pass the time in banquets and brawls like his brothers. And in the depths of this gaze, there is still an incomparably fiery rage, like magma hidden in the depths of the earth, quietly waiting for the moment when the volcano erupts, and when he returns to the battlefield, this anger will turn into overwhelming artillery fire and indestructible steel claws, bringing destruction and death to the enemies of the Qiē Empire.

As we always say, we sublimate in battle, leaving behind our useless mortal nature and incarnating into the perfect fighter. In this moment, I saw this perfection with my own eyes!

Not only to witness, but also through the exchange of hearts, I can directly share this state of mind, so that I can achieve a perfect Cheng dù like him, not only now, but also in the future battles, as long as I recall his gaze, I can make my mind become as strong and steel as him, so that I can bear more spiritual energy backlash. Unfortunately, all I can do is share it temporarily, and I can't imitate it forever, after all, I haven't personally experienced the pain he endured - if he can share it with me, it is a very serious question whether I can bear the past.

"It's not just that...... If that's the case, you've actually reached it yourself. Arslan shared his state of mind and took the initiative to speak.

"I don't remember."

"Yes, you couldn't withstand the blow at the time, and you almost had a mental breakdown, and the Inquisition had to erase some of your memories afterwards and make you go back to what you were before. But I have to say, when you go crazy, we are blown away by the power you play. In the future, we will face a war that has never been more terrible, and what you have experienced before is like a child's play, so we need to increase every bit of power as much as possible, including those we consider taboo, and it is time for your hidden potential to be unleashed again. I believe that after all these years, your faith is strong enough to face that history that once drove you crazy. ”

As he recounted these words, Arslan also showed me the scenes from his recollections, which were dim and blurry, long for seconds, short for a moment, and sometimes completely frozen into a still picture. Even though the gray and white picture greatly reduced the gore and was completely silent, the tragedy of that battle was clearly reproduced in front of me.

It was a narrow and winding mountain path, less than ten meters wide covered with almost knee-deep snow, with towering glacial cliffs on one side and bottomless cliffs on the other, and the enemy filled almost every place in the path ahead, infidels, filthy and filthy, some of them distorted and deformed by the chaos of the harsh Chenòng, they were almost endless, rushing up from the bottom of the mountain like a tide of countercurrents, trying to delay our steps. Our ultimate goal, the altar in the valley at the end of the path where tens of thousands of lives were sacrificed, was casting a thick ominous cloud in the sky.

There were no more than ten space wolves accompanying Arslan, followed by fifty or sixty Defense Army infantrymen, and I could still vaguely distinguish my silhouette in the mortal figures that occasionally flashed by, at that time I was wearing a Valhalla Legion's white snow camouflage, holding a sniper rifle about the same height as myself, and running with all my strength to catch up with the pace of the wolf.

The battle started smoothly, no mortal could stop the wolf veterans with chainsaws, and Arslan and the other wolves with bullets in their guns would find the heavily armed heretics in time to kill them before they could open fire, and the Valhalla warriors who accompanied them were ready to summon artillery support from their positions in the rear and blast the enemies who were densely clustered on the mountain road into the sky. Occasionally, an enemy with ** strapped to his body is killed, which can trigger a chain explosion and instantly clear the road ahead of a large area of no man's land. During this time, I didn't play very well, occasionally killing a threatening enemy leader or heavy weapon shooter with a sniper rifle, and spent most of my time following the wolf.

But the enemy is not only much outnumbered by us, but even far superior to our remaining ammunition. Before we were halfway through the trip, we had already exhausted all our bullets, and the delicate energy weapons had become too hot to use, and even the artillery had lost its accuracy due to the distance. At this time, our casualties began to increase, and from time to time there would be wild wolves that were pounced on by the crazed infidels**, and then they could not get up and continue the fight. The snow on the ground was melted by the falling artillery fire, and the blood that flowed down from the height was frozen together and smoothed, and the slightest mistake could lead to a fall and roll off a cliff. The wolves all discarded their guns, and with only a short knife or even their bare hands, they stepped forward in close combat, and the soldiers of the defense army also formed a dense human wall and advanced with bayonets, and our offensive inevitably slowed down. That's when my psionic powers come into play, and I'll find the self-detonating heretics and detonate their ** in advance, or crush them against the mountain wall with a moving force field wall when the enemy becomes dense, or push them under the cliff on the other side. Even though the war situation has become difficult, we have continued to move forward steadfastly.

But the last despair came, and with a violent concussion that shook the entire mountain, looking back in the direction we came, smoke rose from the other side of the mountain, which was the position of the remnants of the Valhalla Legion, including all the artillery and baggage, and the heretics attacked from the other road, either destroying our position or detonating the ammunition depot by the soldiers we had left behind, in either case the Valhalla Legion was completely destroyed.

The explosion caused violent avalanches and landslides, tens of thousands of tons of ice, snow and rocks fell down, and under this ruined catastrophe that even the sky was obscured, even the wild wolves were helpless for a while, and lost the ** to fight. At this moment, an inconspicuous mortal figure floated into the air, and with a wide range of sorcery, it directed all the falling rubble forward, and smashed straight into the ranks of enemies.

After the landslide, which lasted for several minutes, the mountain road ahead was several meters high with ice and rock, and not a single one of the thousands of heretics survived, and even the deep valley next to the mountain road was almost filled in, and the demon altar that sat in the valley was completely buried. Surrounded by the high pile of ice, snow and rocks, the few remaining wolves and Valhalla warriors were not harmed by the avalanche.

The destruction of the altar did not mean the end of the battle, because the unexpected landslide killed countless infidels in an instant, and the blood and soul of the sacrifice finally summoned the powerful high-level demons to the real space, but Arslan showed me that this is the end of it, and he seems inconvenient to say much about the next battle.

To be honest, it really shocked me, but it was only a small shock, and it didn't bring me more feelings. Maybe I was still young at that time, and it was still not easy to accept the loss of my comrades, especially watching the entire army annihilated, but in the past ten years, I have seen a lot of similar situations, probably used to it, or simply numb. In short, these memories can no longer arouse the anger and madness in my heart, nor can they make me more determined—perhaps, this in itself is a kind of expression of firmness?

I was often transferred from one regiment to another, and at a young age, I also enjoyed meeting new people, which allowed me to quickly find a sense of belonging in an unfamiliar place. But I soon learned that it was a pointless act, and that understanding and friendship often hurt me more when they fell. I don't know when I started to become reticent, like a true psyker, to make myself ** out of the ordinary. I see them as powerless and weak, accustomed to loneliness. I watched indifferently as they trained and rested beside me, indifferently watched them fight, indifferently watched them fall, and then indifferently collected their bodies, indifferently attended their funerals. I have already seen tens of thousands of loyal and brave warriors fall before me, and I do not remember the names of the vast majority of them.

The link between hearts and minds is a two-way street, and Arslan can share my feelings. He didn't understand my indifference and numbness. I know that space wolves will always be emotional, and they will remember each of their brothers, and the fall of each of them can lead to grief and anger for all. In this respect, even though he is almost three hundred years old, my mentality is much older than his. Perhaps the transformation of the Space Marines gave them an eternally young and strong body, and also a eternally young and enthusiastic soul.

In short, what Arslan has done to me is probably going to be useless.

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