There was silence in the bridge for a long time, during which only the sound of the battleship officers fiddling with their instruments while sitting or standing in front of their respective operating stations, coupled with the dim lighting in the room, seemed quiet and gentle, as if the battlefield was far away, and this place was in a rare period of intermittent war. But the ever-changing force of the seats and harnesses told me that the ship was maneuvering at full speed, and although it was not as bumpy as it was in a Chimera, it accelerated as much as it could. And the occasional flash of light outside the porthole reminds me that deadly scorching energy is flying around us, ready to tear open the shell of this battleship and turn us into the tiniest specimens of cosmic dust.

Not long ago, Eddie had just explained our purpose to Sylvia and the wolves through a psychic message, calming their anxiety for the time being, so even though we were in a situation where we were passively beaten and rarely had a chance to fight back, there was no doubt inside. But I can feel that their trust in Eddie is far less firm than that of me.

Alas, I don't have a choice. You are a naval officer and a team of space wolves, all of whom have powerful combat power and have enough say in any place, and even if you blatantly act against the judge at the moment, it will not invite any bad consequences-at most, Sylvia will be dealt with internally by the navy itself, and the wild wolves have no -- but I'm different, I'm a little person with no soldiers and no power, no matter how clever my opinion is, it's better to keep it to myself.

At some point, their patience will reach its limit. When the time comes, if they try to seize control of the ship, what should I do?

"Don't worry about it, if you don't wait until then, the situation will change." Add comforted me with a telepathic message.

The slightest hesitation in my mind could not escape this young man, who was only a probationary inquisitor. He is not just a comforter, but more importantly a warning. The psionic in the spiritual realm is really worthy of being the most concerned and taboo type of person in the empire......

As a registered psyker who has officially graduated from the Imperial Psionic Academy, I am of course trained to block psychic detection, but it is better not to use those tricks that amount to declaring opposition in front of the Inquisitor.

We're using it as bait now, and though we've caught two big fish, the ambitious Inquisitor next to me is clearly not happy with the result. So, in the next moment, how many and what types of warships will suddenly jump out of subspace and appear in front of us?

My mind traveled through twenty years, back to the time when I was still drinking blood among the wild tribes.

At that time, in order to hunt a large amount of prey at once, we usually liked to hunt for large social animals such as bison, deer and mammoths, among which the mammoth hunting was the most thrilling and the most profitable. The mammoths of winter, their tough fur covered in thick fur and interspersed with ice slag so hard that even the strongest hunters with the sharpest iron spears could not pierce them, and they were completely indestructible except for a few weak points such as their eyes. We dig traps in rocky permafrost and send the bravest and nimble hunters to provoke the irascible and intellectually inferior beasts, luring them into trap belts and killing them while they are wounded and unable to move. If we had enough men, we would simply stab it further, wait for its howl to attract more behemoths, and then surround it up, so that we could get enough food and fur for hundreds or thousands of people from several tribes to survive the harsh winter at once. But the latter method of hunting is surprisingly difficult. First of all, the manpower of a single tribe is completely unable to cope with such a large-scale hunt, and the mere initial digging of traps can exhaust everyone. Secondly, an angry mammoth and a group of angry mammoths are two completely different concepts, even if the trap fails, a group of skilled and tacit hunters still have the ability to make a mammoth bleed to death, but just three to five mammoths on a rampage is enough to completely disrupt any coordination and tactics, causing a devastating disaster. Sometimes it is possible for an entire clan camp to be flattened by a mammoth.

A group of hunters are lying in ambush around us, quietly waiting for their prey to be caught. I don't know anything about them. Who? How much? What about the capabilities? Is it trustworthy? Do we have enough time to get out before they arrive?

I don't know who I am, and I have almost encountered all the taboos of soldiers. And I couldn't do anything but wait here in silence. This is really the most severe torture.

I'd rather fight the enemy face to face.

"There will be a chance. Until then, we need to nurture our spirits. "Eddie reminds me in my head." As for our companions, to be honest, I don't know anything about them either. My mentor simply gave me a way to contact them and told me that they were trustworthy. In this operation, they were the ones who really made the plan. ”

O Emperor's ass! What kind of is this? Can you be a little more unreliable? How many of the Empire's best soldiers have been buried worthless by you like this??

They? You don't even know their names?

"Of course I know the name, and I guess you should know it too. Their name is Silent Blade, a stealthy interstellar Marine warband. ”

Sorry, I really don't know. And how do you guess I know? Isn't your court omniscient?

"You don't know?" Add used a rare tone of surprise, "They came out of the same place as you, the first ...... of this galaxy Oh, Planet Four, the one named Sogan. ”

I already knew the legend of the Divine Warrior who walked in the starry sky when I first learned to speak, I didn't know the true concept of a Space Soldier until I officially entered the Empire at the age of fifteen, and I was thirty-five years old this year, and it was the first time I knew the name of that warband - from an outsider who also knew nothing about them.

"According to your custom, should they also be called father and brother?"

Yes, there are indeed people among my tribe, my ancestors, who have gone through the glorious hunting trials and ascended to the temple at the top of Mount Il to join them. Originally, I could have been one of them.

If it's them, then I'll be relieved.

"If you don't worry, I'll be relieved. Compared to my mentor, it seems that you are more trustworthy. Add also let out a sigh of relief, and then asked, "Aren't you unfamiliar with them?" Just so relieved of their combat effectiveness? ”

I mean, being able to die with my people in battle is an easy ending for me to accept.

"Make me happy in vain."

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