The power sword shone with thunder, and the entire sword body completely pierced into the bulkhead, and the bulkhead made of thin steel plates had little blocking effect on the indestructible power weapon. I didn't need to continue using psionic vision, but through the slight vibration differences in the hilt, I could feel that the sword had killed the enemy hiding on the other side of the bulkhead.

Just a heretic. Speaking of which, this is my first battle result after the arrival of the wild wolves, and compared to the hundreds of lives harvested by the wild wolves in an instant, I am really embarrassed to show my hand.

The battle is basically over after the wolf and the crew meet, and all that remains is to hunt down the fish that have slipped through the net. This job seems easy, but when you actually do it, you need to take it very seriously, otherwise the crew will inevitably suffer some losses. As a result, the wolf, who was in a hurry to rush to another spaceship to participate in the battle, also delayed for a few more moments.

"Aha, what's this smell like? I seem to have found something good. "Greyhunt Dozzavier strode past me, kicked open the hatch next to me, dragged out the suspended heretic corpse from the cabin and threw it into the hallway, then bent down and walked into the cabin.

Hey, I'm familiar with this place too. This cabin converted from a shipping container looks like Sylvia's captain's bedroom. There's a lot of good wine in it, so it's no wonder that the space wolves come from far away.

By the time I followed up, he was already grabbing a bottle and pouring it up. But there was no gravity in the cabin at this time, and the wine could not be poured out with the bottle facing down. In desperation, he shook the bottle up and down, and when the wine came out, he choked him so hard that fine droplets of liquid flew everywhere from the violent cough. Fortunately, the power has also been cut off, and there is no other live equipment in the cabin except for a dim emergency lamp, otherwise it must have caused an accident.

Hey, this is the captain's collection, isn't it a prophet? I just thought so in my heart that I didn't dare to say it directly. Disturbing a wolf for a drink requires courage and abandonment of reason.

Dozzavier was embarrassed to pour himself a drink when he saw me watching, and reached out and took another bottle from the wine cabinet and threw it to me, "You mortals should prefer this red wine like sugar water, right?" In our Fenris, even the girls drink ten times stronger than that. ”

I took the bottle of red wine, a little overwhelmed. In all fairness, having a drink after a battle victory is undoubtedly a rare pleasure, and being invited to drink by a wolf is also a very face-saving thing, and not everyone is qualified to share a good wine with a wolf. And this bottle of wine is also an extremely rare luxury for our defense forces. But his unbridled words made me lose all interest in drinking--you'll die if you don't say a word!?

Look at the label of this bottle, the alcohol content is 17 percent. Fenris's can drink 170 percent alcohol?

Perhaps it's the overflowing aroma that attracts the incomparable sense of smell of the Space Wolf Space Marine. Within moments, Rune Priest Flheim and Fanged Basil Goso also arrived. As the three mighty Iron Giants made their way to the station, the chamber that had been reserved for Sylvia suddenly became so cramped that I had to be very careful not to squeeze myself into a corner so as not to touch the dangerous-looking lightning shield on Velheim.

"Hey, we're here to fight." Velheim shouted.

"yes, but there's no rule that you can't drink during a fight, right?" Grey Hunter smirked, and handed over a bottle of wine.

The rune priest was furious, and was about to fall, but raised his hand in the air and slowly lowered it, and finally put the bottle away, saying nothing.

The toothy Basil Goso put the wine back in the cabinet and sneered: "You are always unconvinced to say that you are young and inexperienced, look how bad your choice is." He reached for an unlabeled bottle, "I'm the real good, not your mass-produced high-road goods." ”

"You are the big road goods for mass production, you ...... Hey? Grey Hunter was about to sneer at each other, when he was suddenly stunned for a moment, staring at the wine bottle that had just been opened by Long Fangs with a look of disbelief, "Mead? ”

"Hmph, you know? I can smell it through the bottle. Fangs boasted unashamedly, "And what's so strange about honey, it's produced in many worlds of the Empire." ”

"Well, my hometown also has this kind of wine made from honey." I didn't have a chance to interject. The faint aroma of honey evokes memories of my hometown after 25 years of absence. Honey is indeed produced in many worlds, but it is more accurate to say in the wild world, and it is a colder wild world, where honey is almost the only thing people can get enough sugar to make wine. In a slightly more civilized world, people are more likely to make wine from various fruits or pure grains.

"But, this ......," said Fang, dipping his finger into the bottle, and tasting it in his mouth, his face suddenly became solemn, "This seems to be our Fenlist's mead." It's strange, we don't have enough of this kind of thing to drink, and it is impossible to sell it outside, how can there be it here? Could it be that some unknown force has infiltrated us? There must be a big conspiracy in this......"

With a snap, the rune priest slapped the top of Fang's head, "Conspiracy you're big, won't you observe more before jumping to conclusions?" See what kind of cabin this belongs to. ”

Greyhunter put away the bottle and shrugged his nose, "Well, this cabin belongs to a woman. Very young and likes to drink spirits. ”

"And it looks pretty good." Fangs stared at a row of small photographs on the wall. It was a half-length photo of a captain wearing a captain's hat, and at the bottom of the list was Sylvia. "Is the real captain here a woman? Escaped from the post at the moment of the battle? ”

"No, she went to the ship of the Inquisition to take part in the battle. That's the real battleground. I quickly interrupted their speculation. Her name is Sylvia Grimen. ”

"It's Gremion." The rune priest corrected my pronunciation by pointing to the tiny name on the photo, "Greymane, this is a glorious surname from our Fenris. ”

Sylvia turned out to be a Fenris?! I was shocked by the news, but then I took it for granted. In some ways, she's weird, like her unusual sense of honor and aggressiveness, and her habit of referring to psionics as the Stormchild, and if she's from Fenris like a space wolf, then a qiē seems to make sense.

Graymane, it does sound like it belongs to a surname from a wild tribe. In my hometown of Sogan, many tribes are also named after something related to the characteristics of wild beasts. I hadn't heard of Greymane before, but another name similar to this one was already well-known - Ragnar Blackmane, a company commander of a large company of space wolves who rose to fame with the publication of "Son of Fenris".

"Looks like we should be hurrying over there. Have you drunk enough? Velheim roared.

Ash Hunter hurriedly threw away the empty bottles in his hand, grabbed two more bottles and stuffed them into the place where the grenade was originally placed on the belt, "Okay, okay, you can go at any time." ”

At this moment, Ashwarya suddenly appeared at the door and shouted to me, "Lieutenant Colonel, can we hurry back to the Redemption of Heresy?" I have something to deliver to the Inquisitor. ”

Then she saw the three wild wolves that filled the entire cabin, and a look of horror appeared on her face. She stepped back and raised her sword in a wary gesture.

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