"Everyone moves back, no one is allowed to go on stage, no one is allowed to get close."
"Anyone who violates this rule will be punished immediately!"
Caster heard Alexander's cry and immediately led the Imperial Guard to form a human wall to isolate all Space Marines and mortal troops present.
The combat team led by Duncan Doppler loaded their heavy bolt guns and scanned the crowd for any abnormalities.
Lysander stood on the stage and everyone was dumbfounded. They thought Alexander was about to launch some stunt and planned to kill him with one move.
"Company commander, level one alert."
Sigismund shouted towards the stage.
At this time, he did not dare to step on stage or make other actions at will, as it would be even more troublesome if it caused the Forbidden Army to misunderstand.
Fortunately, Lysander reacted quickly and immediately jumped off the stage and ran towards Sigismund.
"The company has not yet confirmed the candidate for company commander, Master Lysander, what should we do now?"
Sigismund asked a fatal question.
There are still two weeks, or even more, before the Phalanx leaves the subspace to perform combat missions.
Therefore, Rogal Dorn was not in a hurry to determine the candidate for the commander of the First Company. As a result, the fleet to which the First Company belonged was now leaderless.
"Let's go on board."
Lysander made up his mind immediately without even thinking about it.
Without a leader's flagship, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.
What's more, it makes no sense for them to stay here. According to the emergency situation of level one combat readiness, all ships on staff need to leave immediately.
Meanwhile, Rogal Dorn continued to watch the warp creatures dissolve outside the string window.
Such weird things, even though Dorn traveled through the subspace many times, he never accurately observed them once.
"Taylor Wilbur, record everything outside the windshield."
Rogal Dorn bowed his head and ordered Tyro Wilbur, the chief apothecary of the Imperial Fists and a member of the Legion Command.
Now that they can be observed, their weaknesses and strengths can be analyzed and studied.
Since we can study them, we can eliminate them.
"All records are kept sealed, awaiting orders from the Empire."
Rogal Dorn temporarily placed a ban on the incident without consulting the Emperor.
In the Grand Fleet, only members of Legion Command now know what triggered the Level 1 alert.
The mortal army and Space Marines just rushed to their posts in a daze.
A rising sun will inevitably attract everyone's attention in the dark place of subspace.
Countless subspace creatures that noticed this place swarmed in like moths to a flame.
Under the irradiation of solar magnetic storms, weak subspace creatures are wiped out, and powerful evil creatures will fill the gap.
What's more, there are even more evil things hidden deeper, the four gods of subspace, and the secondary gods of chaos.
Alexander still feels many threats watching him, and his psychic awakening continues to intensify.
A stream of prayers from mortals and Astartes finally found the entrance and entered Alexander's mind.
Then, a solar flare erupted.
The dazzling beam of light spread like water waves.
The evil objects that came near the Phalanx fleet in the face of the solar magnetic storm were eliminated layer by layer by the energy impact like shedding their skin.
Never again.
Red light even shined through the portholes into the Phalanx's combat command room.
"Herald, how much longer will the Navigator be needed?"
Rogal Dorn put his hand in front of his eyes.
Due to the storm brought about by Alexander's spiritual awakening, even the original body could only see the outside world through the cracks of his fingers.
"Awaiting reply, my lord."
The Herald is connected to various information channels, through which he can process most of the information sources on the Mountain Town without any time difference.
He was a voluntary warrior transformed by the Adeptus Mechanicus of Mars, one of the mortals from Terra.
"The navigator replied that abnormal fluctuations in the subspace interfered with the observation. He has lost his positioning ability and the coordinates are invalid."
The fleet does not have precise positioning coordinates, and a hasty transmission is likely to cause the ship to be destroyed and people to die.
Even the Astartes would get stuck in the wall when performing precise ship-to-ship jumps, let alone the huge Phalanx space fortress.
"Sir, Geller's position remains at 89%."
"All the battleships on the bridge of the Phalanx have detached, and 56% of the cruisers have detached."
The herald calmly reported the information currently known.
"Check the location of His Royal Highness the eldest son and mobilize footage from the scene."
Rogal Dorn was faced with a dilemma.
The integrity of Geller's position has been reduced. If it fails, these creatures from the outside world will break into the Phalanx, and the whispers of chaos will immediately corrode the mortals and Astartes who are not firm in consciousness.
For the safety of His Royal Highness the eldest son, Rogal Dorn will definitely choose to forcefully enter the material world as soon as possible, but the consequence of this is that the rest of the fleet will need to break out on their own.
The screen at the legion headquarters flickered, projecting the Forbidden Army guarding Alexander, who was glowing with blue electric light.
As soon as this scene appeared on the screen, Roger Dorn suddenly remembered that when he left Terra, Malcador once said to him that no matter what situation he encountered in the subspace, as long as he waited patiently, Alexander would help him. He solves everything.
But what Machado didn't tell him was that it was Alexander who caused all this to happen.
"Inform the navigator to continue positioning, notify all ships, and immediately prepare for subspace crossing."
Rogal Dorn calmed down his tangled mind and calmly issued the order.
This order made the members of the legion headquarters a little worried for a while.
However, they did not question the order of their original body, but cooperated to inform various warships.
The chanting pituitary gland gradually opened like a leaf under the stimulation of spiritual energy, and dense arcs of electricity danced in Alexander's mind.
The many complicated prayers caused Alexander's information processing ability to reach its limit.
The originally clear and clear thoughts have gradually become chaotic, and the gaze of the tingling consciousness in the subspace is no longer so clear.
Finally, the tipping point was reached.
Alexander fainted at the sound of prayer.
Ding dong
The power sword and guard spear fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Just raised his hands and firmly hugged Alexander who was gradually falling.
"Back off, Great Sage."
Several bolters from the Imperial Guard combat team were pointed directly at Castia's head.
"Forbidden Army, take His Highness back, I can help you."
Castia 02 hid in the backstage of the arena and watched everything on the field.
It wasn't until he saw Alexander fell into a coma after releasing his psychic energy that he walked out of the darkness.
"unnecessary."
Caster refused outright and asked Duncan Doppler to banish her.
Caster had no intention of letting anyone outside the Custodians come into contact with Alexander. They had their own medical team.
Baker Fred immediately took out the testing equipment from his backpack, deployed the emergency medical equipment on the spot, took off his Shinichi armor and started monitoring Alexander's body data.
"Juster, take His Royal Highness the eldest son to the combat command room."
Rogal Dorn's voice came from the arena broadcast, and he also noticed Alexander's abnormality.
For a time, the three forces were vying for Alexander's protection authority, but Juste paid no attention to anyone.
Rogal Dorn was about to say something more when the herald suddenly interrupted him.
"The Navigator has determined a safe location and whether to proceed through subspace."
When Rogal Dorn turned his eyes to the porthole again, the originally bright light was dimming, and countless monsters hiding in the darkness also showed their fangs.
"Send safe coordinates to all major fleets and conduct subspace travel immediately."
Rogal Dorn crossed his arms and stared at the densely packed evil objects in the subspace.
Fighting outside the local area, Dorne is still somewhat powerless against the evil things that are visible and intangible in the subspace.
