It was their first free time since arriving at their cousins' surprisingly neat flagship, and due to the events and serious understaffing, they had received and forgiven the apologies of the "Silver Skulls", who then told them, "Even so, it will not be disappointing to go to our officers' canteen." ”

So now the Astartes of Iron Hearts are following the road directions sent to each of them in the power armor to the officer's canteen on this beautiful ship.

Orange rays of sunset rays formed by artificial lumens shrouded the side of the corridor, and people bustled along the wide inner passage of the Destiny Steel, surrounded by comrades who were heavily armed but looked pleasantly chatting.

Sklar, Second Company Commander, Divine Fearless Elder, 10,000-year-old veteran once again felt a deep sense of powerlessness and a chill behind him.

It seems that he may have blamed Oliveseus, the commander of the Ninth Company......

Even Barol, who could think calmly in the midst of the wildest killings, now accepted everything without doubt and did not notice anything wrong! Feed! Brothers! Battle brothers! Do you realize that the pace of your step is perfect with the span of my step, but we are now "together" and "talking and laughing" to move forward?!

But it was clear that no one here felt anything was wrong except for Sktor, the old reliable combat brother, the young hairy cub, everyone gathered around the old tall elder, as if he were still walking among them as a human.

The Divine Fearless Bird Divider and sensors carefully and covertly scanned the body and head of each of the fighting brothers, the old elder would not be ashamed of this, being able to catch any flaws was the first priority at this time, but he was disappointed again, everyone here looked fine, at least not worse than when they set out.

As for the physical mutations that are common when chaos corruption and pollution occur, there is no sign of it, everything is normal, everything is smooth, so normal that Sketor begins to fear himself: is it ...... What's wrong is actually ...... Me?

Indeed, he knew that many unfortunate heroes would suffer great pain and mental problems after being buried in the sarcophagus, a problem that was especially acute among the dreadnoughts of some of the subsequent models, earning them such brutal nicknames as "refrigerators", "ovens", and "consumables drivers".

He looked at his biochemical data and other information on the retinal interface again, and everything seemed to be normal. So, could it be that he has finally ...... in his long time of service Started to have some mental problems? But how does this explain the problem of speed synchronization? Or is it just ...... that all of this and everything that came before is really just

In fact, it was just him, Skrtor, after being buried in the thick metal sarcophagus of the dreadnought mecha, in the stagnant position of the hangar, because of unwillingness and obsession...... A dream that lasted for a year, a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years?

In a trance, Skartol suddenly remembered something that had been said in front of him by someone at some point.

"When there is no duty to wake up these heroes, the Dreadnought mechs are placed in the Static Hangar...... It is usually placed with the most important relics of the warband...... Stasis allows fearless pilots to be as immune as possible to the ravages of relentless years and death...... Even during sacred maintenance rituals...... Nor will it be woken up...... Because the hero of the dreadnought is believed to have given everything to the emperor, he no longer has to follow the harsh daily schedule of other monks...... The sarcophagus amniotic chamber and the stasis position did allow the pilot to remain with his brothers in the service of the Empire and the Emperor at that time and for a long time afterward. However, since the dormant period may only be separated by ten years, or it may be a hundred years later, every time you are awakened, the people you see may be different from each other, and there will even be situations where you are obviously a member of your warband, but you don't know all of them...... That's why, when waking up some fearless elders who are grumpy or even crazy, try to arrange for some people they once knew to be present...... But inevitably, as time passes, the logic of thought in the flesh and blood minds will become more and more ethereal, and the reality and connection of these heroes and elders to the material universe will begin to gradually lose from their hands......"

The vicious serpent-like sizzle of these words passed in his ears, and they sounded like the flapping of wings, telling him the unknowable and undecided mysteries and truths of the void.

That's right...... Generally speaking, the dreadnoughts in the warband are not awakened and carry out their daily operations at all on weekdays, let alone a warband like me who is constantly active and holds an important warband position...... So what the hell do I ...... Woke up or ...... I've been ...... It's just the anomaly here that made me realize ...... for the first time?

Sklar fell into an ice cave surrounded by his fighting brothers.

"Oh! Turn around and you're there! I don't know who said it happily.

The two weather-beaten adamantite gold doors of the Celestial Destiny Steel's officer cafeteria appeared in front of them.

Despite the shock and confusion in his mind, and his thoughts as ethereal as a threadless thread, Dreadnought's technologically amplified Skantor was immediately keenly aware of details that few people would notice.

The adamantite gates had been wiped clean and shiny, and it was clear that someone had put some kind of protective wax on them, and it was not known why they had been so carefully maintained. There were no other servants, servo skulls, or angels around other than the silent mechs, and the ship's owner didn't seem to like the usual modified wet-piece equipment.

And under these meticulous maintenance and the lifelike reliefs of the ears of wheat, the fields, the four seasons, and the gods and goddesses on the gates, there are countless traces of the size of the weapons, and although their power may seem a little too weak, a Space Marine veteran would never mistake the burst bullet marks of a blaster or the slash of a chainsaw axe.

A final dinner, a devouring trap? Sklar glanced at the battle brothers around him, silently checked his ammunition bay, and adjusted the servo system to a state where it could exert power at any time.

Whether I'm completely insane or not, I'll never allow anyone to step through my Adamantite Coffin to attack my fighting brothers.

The door opened to the visitors.

"Ding!"

A stray bullet bounced off Skral's armor.

A highly nervous Dreadnought let out a war cry from the megaphone, opened his Krees-type assault gun into the arena, and began to fire.

(End of chapter)