The chamber reverberated with the sound of a loud crash of steel, which was the man outside trying to break the hatch with a power weapon. #& Most-Update, Arrive "As one of the core centers of the battleship, the hatch of the logic engine room is naturally extremely heavy, even with a power weapon, it has to be smashed for a while, and such a huge target is also a big burden on the weapon, if you listen carefully, you can distinguish several power warhammers and power fists with different power weights, sometimes the impact will stop for a while, replaced by a slight hiss, it is the hot melt cannon equipped by the battle nun is firing.

It seems that after the battle, all the heavy weapons on our side that can destroy large pieces of steel have been concentrated outside the door in order to smash the door as much as possible. It's a little flattering to think that it's been so much trouble to get us out of this battle - who made me one of the most decorated warriors in this battle.!*

Sylvia sat on the half-machine-gun tower she had destroyed, wearing my helmet and silently looking at my battle record, her face not looking very good. Even if she is a brave and fearless Fenris, she is only a young mortal woman after all, and it is impossible for her to be calm in the face of high-level demons like a battle-hardened space marine, in fact, she can basically maintain her composure to watch those terrifying battles that are completely unspeakable in the eyes of ordinary people, which is already a very strong proof that her will is far beyond the ordinary. The recorder recorded only a few fragments, and it did not work well in places where the chaos pollution was too strict, so there were often large blank spaces in the picture, and the recorder could not record the confrontation on the more dangerous soul level.

Upon seeing the final record, she stood up in some trepidation and disbelief.

"So, I was just ......" she hesitated, unable to say the word "captive", but I could read her mind directly.

I nodded and said, "That's why I asked you to delete some of them." Hopefully, no more people witnessed your previous encounter with Wash Tode. ”

I looked at the bodies of the crew members who had fallen to the ground, and Sylvia was accompanied by officers and veterans, whose deaths were a great loss to the Empire, but also avoided unnecessary trouble for Sylvia.

A hint of complicated affection flooded her heart, mixed with disdain, ridicule, disappointment, etc., in addition to gratitude, and seemed to have reservations about my deceitful behavior.

"I thought you were a decent soldier." She said.

"The true and upright soldier has never been confined to the propaganda brochures of the empire and the imagination of the ignorant." I say. "Still, when I'm your age, I guess I'm pretty upright. Also, don't we need to call each other 'you' anymore? ”

"You mean that when I'm your age, I'll be like you...... Well...... Bing oil? ”

"You don't have to wait until I'm my age, if you're lucky. It's more likely that you're inexplicably dead before you even have time to change yourself. I sighed, "The world is so cruel, and the aliens, heresies, and demons we face are far from the most terrifying. Being able to survive so many battles, there is always some reference to what I said. ”

Sylvia was silent, fighting fiercely in her heart, and finally she chose to give in to reality, "Your military rank is higher than mine, and it's always right to listen to you." Besides, you just saved me...... More than once. ”

"To the Empire, a captain should be worth more than a battleman." I say. "It's the same with heretics."

She gave me the helmet back, "Deleting the footage directly will leave a big flaw and be self-defeating, I suggest that I let a real professional help edit and modify it, and the mechanical sergeant of the wolf should be happy to help us." ”

Good Jianyì, very good at drawing inferences. This girl learns very quickly, she doesn't look rigid at all, and she has become sleek so quickly.

I stowed the helmet into the space so that it wouldn't be seen by the Inquisitors or the nuns until it was modified, and then struggled to clean up the battlefield and collect my own weapons, especially those that were not suitable for others to see. When I finally picked up the Nemesis that was at Sylvia's feet, the captain's girl visibly hesitated, gritting her teeth to try to quench her curiosity, but she was still too young to have enough self-control.

"It's not like it's something that's supposed to be yours." She said.

Yes, the standard weapons of the ordinary Imperial Battlemancer are a staff and a laser pistol, and if someone like me has made a meritorious contribution and worked hard to apply, he may be able to issue a normal-level power sword, and the Seiko-level weapon is basically an unattainable dream. As for the blessed sacred weapon, the vast majority of soldiers of the Imperial Defense Force, plus a large number of Space Marines, will not even have the opportunity to see this weapon for the rest of their lives. The blessed weapons are the legendary sustenances, perhaps only in the treasure troves of the oldest interstellar warbands and noble families with thousands or even tens of thousands of years of history, even dating back to the imperial era, and they have gone far beyond the scope of weapons, and more often as holy objects displayed on shelves, high up in the bow of the people - for a weapon that can only show its value in battle, this has to be said to be a sadness.

The origin of the goddess of revenge is not an outsider, so I can't answer her question, but said-for-tat: "Normally, a master-level power sword should not appear on a mere major. ”

As soon as I said this, I regretted it, the answer was actually obvious, Sylvia was from a noble background, and could have inherited a family heirloom from the family - a master-level weapon could be considered the most precious treasure even in the most noble family, but it was more likely to be in the dying elders of the family than for a young girl who was about to marry out and become an outsider.

There is also a question, Sylvia's father is a Fenris, and the mortals of Fenris are just some barbarians who hunt and fish for a living like me, so naturally it is impossible to have this kind of product of the crystallization of the highest technological level of human beings, is it actually her mother's family? Belch...... What's even more wrong, the mainstream of the empire is still a patrilineal society, whether it is in our barbarian tribes or the habit of most aristocratic families, daughters are outsiders when they marry......

Sylvia didn't defend anything, but simply said, "The difference is that my sword can be hung generously on my body, while yours must be hidden from the sight of others. ”

"If it could be a size smaller, I could hang it around my waist." I don't have much confidence to say this.

She naturally heard my weakness, and did not debunk me, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly made a movement that surprised me, unsheathed the long sword from her belt and handed it to me, "You already have such a valuable thing, this may not be a big deal to you, but it can be worn on your body...... As a reward for saving me...... And...... Well...... You have more chances to make it drink blood, don't you......"

The originally heroic girl became so shy that I couldn't think of a proper response, and I squatted at her feet at a loss. It seems to me that even a life-saving favor is too generous to be rewarded with a master-class weapon, and I know many soldiers of noble origin, for whom heirlooms that carry the glory of their families are often far more important than their own lives. Or at this time, it would be more appropriate to commemorate our experience of fighting side by side with a ceremony of exchanging weapons, but unfortunately I could not come up with anything of equal value - most of them were too low-grade, and I would not hand over the only high-grade goods that I would not hand over when I was killed.

You can't say no, the opportunity to get a master-level weapon is in vain, it's a mistake that even the most stupid person wouldn't make.

I tried to spy on the girl's mind, but the complicated and chaotic thoughts in her mind almost dizzy me, and when I thought about it, it seemed that her attitude was not resolute at all, but only symbolic, and the thoughts in her heart were more in the hope that I would refuse.

Well, I'll accept it.

So I made up my mind and reached out to catch the scabbard. At this time, Sylvia's feelings were a huge emptiness and loss, but it didn't seem like a gain or loss, but a sense of relief.

I can't help but start having a headache. I'm not a psychic professional, and when I was in the academy, I was strictly told not to peek into other people's hearts, especially not to peek into women's hearts. I've already made a lot of taboos today.

Forget it, I'm just kidding you.

I was about to give it back to her, when suddenly she jerked the sword out of the sheath in my hand, and in an instant, a flash of lightning lit up and slashed straight at the top of my head!

Let me go, even if women's thinking is completely different from men's, it won't suddenly turn around and kill, right?

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