Choking!
Two figures were wrestling together in the arena.
"Your Highness, I know you want to hone your combat skills through competitive gladiatorial combat."
"how?"
Lysander pushed hard, and Alexander immediately used the force to retreat.
However, the two fought together again, wielding power swords.
"Can we fight longer? After all, most of them are my former brothers."
"Oh~, I don't want to be embarrassed."
Alexander instantly understood what Lysander meant.
The two repeatedly knocked each other flying and then slashed at each other.
"I can't tell. You have thick eyebrows and big eyes, but you are still a well-rounded person at heart."
"Your Highness, an honest man cannot be a company commander."
Lysander didn't think this was something unspeakable at all, but he still had to hide from people if he could conceal it.
"That's right. If you lead your subordinates without any brains, you're going to die."
Alexander affirmed what the Imperial Fists Legion had done and would not retreat until the end.
But this does not mean that the Imperial Fists are all reckless men.
The two fought again with swords.
"But Lan En is a bit miserable. You tricked him into taking the lead in the charge, and he is still twitching now."
Lysander felt a little embarrassed when he heard Alexander mention this, and he opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
The two continued to use their special skills on the court, and for a while they were actually fighting back and forth.
Alexander even saw the attack mode of power sword and shield cooperating with each other.
"Hiss, is Master so powerful?"
Sigismund stood outside the arena holding a heavy bolter, and the combat analyzer in his helmet recorded the information in the arena.
However, as the company champion, he always felt that something was wrong.
Five minutes later, Alexander lifted the spear of the guard that had been stuck on the field and switched to holding a sword in one hand and a spear in the other.
Using two weapons at the same time will definitely reduce the combat ability of a novice, and Alexander took this opportunity to become familiar with this fighting method.
There was a loud bang from the ping pong, one person was practicing their moves and the other was struggling to hold on.
The exciting battle between the two drew exclamations from the audience one after another.
But just as Lysander used his shield to block the spear of the guard, he jumped back and prepared to attack again.
Alexander suddenly stood on the spot. He felt his brain was suddenly overcharged and his hair stood on end. An inexplicable threat appeared out of thin air.
Outside the Phalanx's Geller Station, subspace monsters that covered the sky gathered.
The enslavers stretching out disgusting tentacles, the ghosts that flicker and appear, the chaotic beasts that have no sense at all, the void whales that gradually reveal their bodies, and several evil things hidden in the deeper shadows.
"Just!!! Something is approaching."
Alexander's eyes turned dark blue, his body floated in the air, revealing white wings, dark blue arcs of electricity danced on his body, and huge psychic power gathered at an extremely fast speed.
In the arena, the warm atmosphere was pushed to a climax by Alexander's blooming wings. Almost everyone was recording this moment with their own recording equipment.
"A real angel is a real angel."
The political commissar wearing red prosthetic eyes whispered silently.
It was the instinct of survival and the advance of prediction that allowed Alexander to break through all control.
Psychic energy is awakening...
In the subspace, a blood-red sun gradually rose, illuminating everything with its dazzling light.
At the same time, the Phalanx was also illuminated in the invisible place of subspace.
'Buzz~ didi didi! '
The highest level of alert, level one combat readiness, source fleet cruiser.
All the corridors of the Phalanx War Fortress Monastery were lit with red lights.
All battleships, frigates, cruisers, and battle barges docked in the dock immediately disengaged, raised their macro-cannon light spear arrays, and prepared for escort missions.
Even in the arena, those mortals on vacation were only at a loss for a moment, and then immediately got up and ran to their posts according to the plan.
In the combat command room, members of the Imperial Fists Legion headquarters swarmed in. The legion consuls were waiting for duty, and the company commanders boarded the ship, ready to offer their loyalty to the emperor.
"Detect the working status of the spiral array and detect the working status of the scanner."
"Detecting the double-headed eagle macro cannon, ready for firing mode. The God-killer light spear has been charged."
"The ion engine is working normally and the life support system is supplying power normally."
"The subspace engine is 89% charged, and the navigator is confirming the safe area."
Rogal Dorn stood there with his arms folded, as if he were a needle in the sea, quietly listening to the reports from all parties, without showing the slightest expression on his face.
One moment, he was watching Alexander's competitive duel. The next moment, the alarm was triggered and the command screen jumped ahead of time. As a result, Roger Dorn did not see the scene of Alexander's spiritual awakening.
The feedback from the operator's detection quickly arrived on the screen, and everyone looked at the single red dot marked with a confused expression.
The spiral array scans ships, while the auspicious device targets individuals.
However, these two scanners obviously cannot detect the invisible and formless monsters in the subspace.
The alert was not an order from the operations room, but from a fleet cruiser.
Since the scanner only detected one enemy ship, it obviously would not trigger such a high-level warning.
"All non-members of Legion Command turn around."
Rogal Dorn's first words came out when the alarm sounded.
The senior commander of the Imperial Fists followed in the footsteps of his primarch Rogal Dorn to the porthole.
If an ordinary person looks out through the porthole while sailing in subspace, he is likely to be instantly corroded, while powerful space warriors only have a certain resistance.
With a crash, the porthole was pulled upward.
The originally pitch-black subspace was extremely bright, and the soul-shuddering picture was reflected in the minds of every warrior.
Twisted, disgusting, ugly, weird.
Rogal Dorn thought of all the words that could be described in his mind at this moment, but he could not find a word that could describe the current scene in subspace.
All kinds of chaotic creatures surround the Imperial Fist Legion's large fleet supported by the Phalanx, and these creatures have penetrated into the gap between the ships in Geller's position.
At this moment, Rogal Dorn and the members of the legion headquarters understood why the first-level combat readiness warning was triggered.
It is precisely because these creatures are intangible and insubstantial that the bird servant instrument and the spiral array cannot detect any situation.
The cruiser that issued the order was just the navigator who accidentally detected anomalies in the subspace.
"Close defense artillery, prepare for artillery fire."
Rogal Dorn was prepared to order an indiscriminate attack, taking the lead in clearing out the subspace creatures that were closer, and then immediately jumping out of the subspace into the material world to ensure Alexander's safety.
As for what illuminates the subspace, Rogal Dorn has no time to think about it now.
But at this moment, the red light outside Shanzhen suddenly increased in brightness.
At this moment, no matter what, all the chaotic creatures that were illuminated were melting like ice and snow.
This is a spiritual awakening that can destroy everything, a solar magnetic storm.
Even the flying void whale was burned to the point of letting out painful howls under this solar magnetic storm.
