Ustad hesitated before attending the victory banquet of the three battle groups.

If Falzad hadn't found him on the edge of the fire, he might not have been to the party at all.

“Ustad!”

Falzad shouted.

"here!"

He raised his hands, gave Bifalzade a bear hug, and pulled him into the noisy banquet area.

"I haven't seen you for a while."

Ustad smiled awkwardly and politely, and replied:

"The commander of the battle group gave me some things... Actually, I only left for a while, but you were so happy that you ignored the time."

Ustad looked at the shoulders of the battle brothers, and in the hall of the Mother of Tears, the warriors of the three battle groups gathered together to share with each other their experiences in this battle and how many aliens they killed.

Although it is in a golden hall with a strong Barr style, the main color of the banquet is still the dark green that symbolizes death.

There is a little bright yellow color.

And silver-gray, you have to look carefully to see one or two.

This is the most realistic situation of the three battle groups.

The battle of the Fren Galaxy was basically over, and the Greenskins suffered another devastating blow from the Empire's heavy blow, just like in the past, and all this glory was basically attributed to the ascetics initiated by the battle. The Knights of the Astral Realm and the Cryptos may be able to share a little, but they will never be the first to appear in the official battle records.

The larger banquet ended in the morning of Terra time. The Imperial Navy and all the senior officers and political scattered officers of the Imperial Navy and all participating in the war, about one hundred people, were with the Astartes and shared the fruits of victory.

It was a very ritual banquet, at least in Ustad's opinion, full of cliches.

"Oh my God, you're so miserable."

Falzad said, grabbing Ustad by the arm.

"Brothers, this is Ustad, the captain of another of our squads."

Falzade turned around and said to the crowd that they were some ascetic soldiers gathered, and they were all captains and company commanders in terms of military ranks.

"You're too incisive,"

Ustad shook his head. He had heard that Falzade was very popular among the ascetics and had made many friends, but he did not expect that the other party was already involved in the officer-level warriors.

In contrast, he is indeed too introverted.

The ascetic soldiers greeted Ustad, and at the same time they also had a large number of this "stranger"

Yes, even in the Astral Knights, Ustad is like a "stranger", and his other hidden identity will only make him more distant from others.

"Sit down, take a sip, and tell us about your experience in the battle. You must have a lot to say."

A warrior of an ascetic said, judging from his helmet and shoulder badge, he should be a veteran of the Second Company.

“Understanding.”

Ustad returned with a smile.

"I can't call myself an excellent warrior compared to Falzad, why don't you tell me about your battle? You must have a lot of things that I haven't experienced before."

And so they did, and the ascetics enthusiastically wanted to impress him.

It may also be just for Falzadeh's sake.

But Ustad, holding the wine glass, only heard halfway.

The Ascetics Continued their tradition on the Savage Planet, quite relaxed at the banquet, and their carnival filled the entire smoke-filled room.

However, although the banquet was very lively, there was a sense of emptiness in addition to loud jokes and ancient songs.

The lingering echoes came from the corner of the room, where there should be more lively noise, but now only the lurking ghosts are left.

The Crying Warriors Team fell more than twenty combat brothers in the battle, which was a relatively serious casualty for them who were already short of people.

It's hard for Ustad to imagine that the seats here will be filled again.

This reminded him of the fate of their battle group.

“Ustad?”

Falzad suddenly put his hand on Ustad's shoulder.

Ustad blinked and found that everyone was looking at him expectantly, some people were still smiling.

Their story has been told, but Ustad didn't listen at all.

“Excellent story, brave action.”

Ustad said seriously:

"Your courage will add many songs to your hometown."

He stood up carefully.

"Thank you for inviting me to drink together, and thank you for sharing. I have to leave now, and I still have a lot to deal with."

Falzad looked at him with concern.

"Ah, I'm such a busy person, no doubt!"

He said to others that the words were more enthusiastic than his eyes, and then he hugged Ustad again.

"I understand you like being alone."

Falzad whispered to Ustad.

"But stop being an outsider, my brother, come back early, the battle group is not only ours, but yours."

Falzade's concern hurt Ustad's heart like a sharp insult, and he left as decent as possible.

Then, he found a secluded place without any disturbance.

There, I started to fill a large mouthful of strong liquor produced from Subor and mixed with various beast blood and venom, and I was dizzy for a while. This kind of liquor is often used by ascetics to experience "near-death meditation", and just a small mouthful is enough to kill a dozen mortals.

At some point, a strong melancholy was covering him in his cup.

Ustad and his peers have never been completely co-starred.

It's hard for him to accept the noise and mockery of you and me, while others think he's too serious.

But he had his own way of dealing with things, and he led the squad to fight with glory, and was calm when there was no war.

The strange thing in his spine made him feel itchy all over.

This put his heart in greater pain, but the shadows obscured his melancholy face.

The gifts given to him by the association have not worked until now, and he cannot urge them, which makes him look like a failure.

He felt that he had failed the expectations of the commander of the War Team and the monk Seed. He had carried such a huge secret but could not play any role.

Soon, Ustad got drunk.

He drank a large gulp of wine that was enough to make the mortals die suddenly, and some liquid flowed to his armor, but he didn't care.

"Why……"

He murmured to the wine glass:

"What the hell is this?"

In Ustad's body, his enhanced body was fighting a defeated battle with the spirits.

Slowly, his eyelids drooped, and he slowly fell to the ground against the wall, and the wine in the cup spilled out.

But what he didn't notice was that when he was unconscious, the wine spilled from the ground was slowly forming ice...
Chapter completed!