Heart-to-heart communication takes little time, and a lot of information can be exchanged with a single glance. After a few seconds of eye contact, Arslan and I had been talking for a long time.

I've shared some of the feelings of a Space Marine veteran, but unfortunately I can't fully replicate his mindset. And for my mentality, which has become numb and old, Arslan is also very embarrassed.

Behind them, the other wolves had already boarded the plane and were waiting for them. Arslan seemed to have more to say, but he had to try to be as fast as he could. He beckoned the two servants to come to him, stretched out his lightning claws and carefully took the bottle of honey from one of the servants, and slowly poured it into the glass in the other servant's hand. It was evident that he had never done this before, and no matter how careful he was, some of it was always spilled. He tried to pick up the glass, but it was too difficult to reach for such a small and fragile object with his huge claws, and he gave up and had to be handed to me by the servant.

"As I said before, I still owe you a glass of wine. Drink, my brother, this is a gift from Fenris, and it gives you strength, and it brings you back to life. ”

The goblet made from the skull of some kind of humanoid creature and decorated with gold was insignificant compared to the size of the dreadnought, but when it was received, it was discovered that it was still very large for a mortal, perhaps from the skull of a Chaos Space Marine. It has a volume of almost three liters, enough water for a day of low-intensity combat. If it's beer or regular mead, I can drink it all in one go, but it's for wolves......

However, although the wolf's personality is often unreliable, at least their character is completely fine. They should often share this liquor with their mortal brethren, at least it can't drink the dead.

Thinking of this, I took a sip with confidence.

The entrance is as cool as water, with a faint sweetness of honey, and there is no too strong taste. I swallowed it slowly, waiting for a burning sensation in my throat and stomach, but the sensation didn't come, as if it were just a little honey water. Then I thought I was going to get dizzy, but soon I noticed that I was more awake and even the dizziness caused by drinking a lot of low-alcohol alcohol was swept away.

As he said, I came back to life, rejuvenated, and the ** and mental exhaustion left by the battle that lasted for nearly a day and the continuous high-intensity spell casting completely disappeared. I'm thinking clearly, my eyes sharp, my muscles are full of explosive power, and deep down I'm looking for an opponent to vent my energy. It would be great if a great demon suddenly appeared in front of me at this time.

With such an amazing effect in just one sip, if I drank it all in one go, I might be able to break through the bottleneck of strength and upgrade to the legendary Alpha-level psionics......

I couldn't wait to raise the huge glass to my lips, but just before I was about to finish it, my long-held reason and discipline stopped me.

Although the feeling of the body is so wonderful, reason tells me that this is not the power that alcohol can provide at all, this is the effect of stimulants, it is overdrawing my own body and energy, and it has the same huge negative effects as strengthening my own psionic energy, such as addiction and the period of weakness after the effects of the drug, maybe the superhuman body of the space soldier can enjoy the benefits of stimulants and completely ignore these negative effects, but I am only a mortal.

At the very least, I'm still mortal, and that's especially clear in my mind when I'm standing in front of Space Marines and need to look up to see their faces.

So I must strictly observe the precepts and not have any indulgence. In fact, the vast majority of Space Marines - strictly speaking, Brother Astarte is more standard - are the exemplars of discipline, and the Wolf is the exception of the Marines. When you are with wild wolves, it is worth advocating to learn their courage, and as for their habits, forget it.

So, I had to make a nostalgic look, "It's such a wonderful and precious thing, I should save it for more important occasions, such as before a fight." ”

With that, I took out an empty kettle and poured the rest of the wine into it.

"Alas, dealing with you mortals is always so unpleasant. If you like it, this bucket can be given to you. Arslan shook the cylinder and made a thumping sound, "But before I can do that, I need to pour another glass." ”

His voice became a little more stern, "Warrior of the Greymane Tribe, Daughter of Sigvar, Sylvia, come and stand before me." ”

Sylvia was stunned for a moment before carrying out the order. When she stood beside me, I saw the obvious excitement on her face.

"Do you know my father, Elder?"

"From the day he was brought to Anaheim by the Wolf Priest, his courage was recognized, and he was accepted as our brother, whether or not he was transformed into a Space Marine. What a wonderful young man he was, every wolf had hunted mighty beasts and sea monsters, but few had been able to ride the storm and conquer the seas like he had. If he hadn't left, he might have become an excellent captain in Engil Kraken Hunter Dalian by now...... Even more regrettable is that he fell so early, and we hear about his exploits, as a mortal who has won the glory that many Space Marines have fought for hundreds of years has not been able to achieve. If you wish, have the opportunity to come to Fenris, and you can engrave your father's name on the stone tablet in the cemetery, and let each of our brothers raise a glass to him. ”

"Your approval is our honor."

"Glory doesn't need to be recognized, child." Arslan raised the steel bottle and filled the wine glass in my hand again, "The glory of the past has nothing to do with you, but in the future you will create your own legend." You have the potential to be as good as your father, our eyes are watching you in the sky as you grow up in Fenris, we see you sail on the boiling sea, standing on the top of the waves, you are destined to conquer storms and waves, and we believe that in the future you can conquer the eternal night and the endless void as well. This glass of wine, not for your father, but for your future. ”

I gave my glass to Sylvia.

"Show him how we Fenris drink!" Arslan shouted.

So in the loud mechanical voice of the dreadnought, Sylvia drank the nearly three kilograms of the mixed spirit, and the heroic spirit made me feel a little distressed when I saw it - this kind of drinking, even the Fenris people would have an accident, right?!

"Haha, we Fenris, whether it's a man or a girl, are good." Arslan threw the cylinder at me, the weight of tens of kilograms and the impact of falling from a height of four meters almost knocked me to the ground, "Then this ship will be entrusted to you, don't let it be scrapped so quickly, even if it is destroyed, at least you will earn double the results of the battle." ”

"In the name of Greymane......" Sylvia gave a thumbs-up with her arms outstretched, her fingertips pointing toward her face.

I suddenly said that I couldn't say that the stimulants had taken effect so quickly. If the ship could move, maybe she would be able to kill the Eye of Fear without saying a word.

Perhaps because she drank too much at one time, the paralyzing effect of alcohol quickly manifested itself in her. I watched as her arms swayed, her thumbs could no longer align with her target, and her body shook. I quickly slung the harness of the cylinder over my shoulder and held her before she fell.

"Well, then, it's time for us to leave."

With a long sigh, Arslan turned his gaze to Erdien, and the Iron Priest immediately understood, reclosing the front armor of the Dreadnought, hiding Arslan's broken body under the heavy steel again.

I stood there and watched them board. In a matter of moments, Sylvia had lost her mind, leaning limply against me, muttering slurred gibberish. I felt a slight tremor in my lower back, and a message was picked up on the communicator.

Put on the helmet and open the message on the monitor, revealing that it was from Arslan.

"Take advantage of your chances, brother. Brother can only help you get here. ”

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Uh-huh, what to say, convention, you know......