Thousands of warships patrolling in space are like swarms, parking in an orderly manner from the multiple launch ports of the Phalanx.
Only at Launch Port No. 1, only one ship is docking with the robotic arm.
It's the battleship Emperor's Dream
"Lord Rogal Dorn, please step back."
The Chief of the Garst Guard abandoned all his weapons and took only His Royal Highness, his eldest son, and a group of imperial troops to the No. 1 launch port bridge.
Alexander was blocked by a human wall and no one was allowed to pry. His spread wings were specially blocked by the quilt.
From the moment the Phalanx broke out of the warp, the Lord Commander of the Garth Guards had already been in contact with his brothers in the Custodes.
"I need to know about Alexander's situation. The Emperor is coming. My father is also Alexander's father. You can trust me."
Rogal Dorn did not rush in. He tried his best to explain to Caster.
The Chief Apothecary of the Imperial Fists, Tyro Wilbur, stood beside him, and Dorn brought with him the entire Imperial Fists medical team.
Both sides had obtained orders from the Emperor's Dream, and the bridge was filled with Space Marines.
But no one dared to act rashly.
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The docking closed cabin of the Emperor's Dream unfolded downwards, and a slight airflow emerged from the internal and external air pressure balance.
Everyone on the bridge looked up and saw a tall Imperial Guard wearing dazzling gold power armor and holding the Spear of the Sun revealed.
"Rogal Dorn, the Emperor awaits you, and one of your brothers."
The commander of the Forbidden Army, Constantine Waldo, stood on the high platform, looking at Alexander who was lying on the bed. He pointed with his spear, and twenty veterans of the Forbidden Army quickly walked out of the closed cabin.
The Imperial Guards did not communicate aloud, and Caster decisively gave up his position to let them take His Royal Highness the eldest son away, and then boarded the Emperor's Dream together.
"Taylor Wilbur, come with me and bring the saved video."
Roger Dorn knew that Alexander had wings. He was not as panicked as Caster, and followed Waldo's footsteps onto the battleship with only the chief pharmacist.
As for the Phalanx, members of the Imperial Fists Legion headquarters can arrange everything.
After nearly eight months, Alexander returned to the Emperor's laboratory again.
"He is our brother?" Magnus looked confused.
"Yes." Roger Dorn nodded to confirm.
"Don't look at me, I'm not."
Constantin Waldo took two steps back and left Alexander's crib.
The emperor conducted a series of tests on Alexander, took blood samples, and sent him back to his room to rest after confirming that there were no problems.
Waldo needed to take care of his eldest son, while Rogal Dorn was worried about Alexander. As for Magnus, it was just pure curiosity.
The three of them appeared in the same room at the same time.
"Are these his wings?"
Magnus ran his thick fingers gently along the feathers.
With a gentle stroke, crimson blood seeped out of the skin.
"It's really sharp."
Magnus looked at his crimson fingers and let out an exclamation.
What is sharp is not the feather itself, but the powerful psychic power inside.
"Dorn, has he always been this little?"
Magnus leaned over the bed and carefully observed Alexander's baby-fat little face.
"No, he just hasn't grown up yet."
Three strong men over three meters tall just stared at Alexander quietly.
Outside the room, the Emperor was reviewing the footage from Tyro Wilbur's recorder.
Trying to find out if there are any familiar creatures or something else.
The subspace creature that can trigger Alexander's spiritual awakening, even if it is not the Four Gods, should be a powerful secondary god.
"Father, come and see."
Magnus opened the door and waved repeatedly, calling softly to the Emperor sitting opposite.
Alexander was covered with a thin layer of quilt, and the white wings on his back were shrinking, while his young body was growing in size.
"He has adapted to his psychic powers and is about to wake up."
The Emperor glanced at the unaware Magnus, and helped Alexander tuck in his clothes.
Under the gaze of the four people, Alexander's height gradually reached 1.5 meters before stopping.
Compared to Magnus's surprise, the Emperor was worried about the Shinichi armor he had just modified, which he might have to re-make again.
In Alexander's perception, one moment he was still swimming deep in the subspace, and the next moment he could clearly hear the subtle breathing sounds around him, and there were four of them.
Not only that, Alexander could also hear many blessings and inexplicable sounds of prayer.
The chanting pituitary gland allows the original bodies to think in multiple threads and achieve a qualitative leap in their ability to process information, which is equivalent to increasing the brain's utilization rate.
Otherwise, these continuous prayers would have caused Alexander to freeze on the spot, but at this moment it still made him extremely dizzy.
"Father, I heard, many voices, blessings and prayers."
Alexander half-sited on the bed and propped himself up, his face distorted by dizziness.
When he tried to hear exactly where the sounds came from, he discovered that they were not coming from his ears, but from his head.
"Use your abilities to filter out the noise, shut down some of your brain power, and focus on the present."
The Emperor gently stroked Alexander's temples with two fingers, instructing him on how he had solved the problem.
Simply filter out invalid sounds and concentrate on keeping your mind inward.
Magnus looked at such a gentle father, his face deformed with envy, and he repeatedly confirmed whether he was meeting the same person.
When Rogal Dorn saw him looking over, he spread his hands flat to indicate that this was it.
"It's okay, I should be able to do it."
Alexander felt the dizziness in his head lessen, reached out and grasped the emperor's fingers and slowly opened his eyes.
What came into view was Magnus, who was covered in red, more than three meters tall, had two horns on his head, and was wearing strong armor.
"hiss!!!"
Alexander was frightened and his thoughts were mixed. The complicated sounds rushed into his head again, and he gasped in pain for a while.
No one who has just had a deep sleep will not be afraid when he opens his eyes and sees such a scene. If he is not afraid, how big his heart will be.
"Well,"
Magnus looked at Rogal Dorn's disgusted eyes, touched the sharp corners of his helmet out of habit, and took half a step back.
"I know you, Magnus."
Alexander's ability to process information was obviously much faster this time, and he immediately remembered who could look like this.
Seeing that he no longer had a headache, the Emperor also retracted his hand and stood aside.
This was Alexander's normal reaction when he first grasped the power of faith.
"First meeting, my brother."
Alexander sat on the bed and stretched out his right hand out of habit, preparing to shake Magnus's hand, but he overestimated his size.
Seeing this scene for the first time, Magnus also misunderstood Alexander's meaning. He inserted his hands and directly picked him up and raised him above his head.
Rogal Dorn reached out and slapped his forehead, feeling that the two of them were not on the same channel.
"Magnus, Alexander just wanted to shake your hand and ask you to put him down."
"Oooh," Magnus panicked and put Alexander on the ground.
He stretched out his hand and found that Alexander couldn't reach him, so he quickly leaned over and pulled Alexander for a shake.
"Okay, okay, that's it."
Alexander had completely given up any hope for his brothers.
When he met Rogal Dorn, he unexpectedly wanted to hug him. Magnus also wanted to hug him. Will he need to hug him next time?
Was it his fault that he was short? Damn it, it was all the Emperor's fault for blocking psychic powers.
"Wait, have I grown taller again?"
Alexander saw that his cuffs were at his elbows, and when he lowered his head, he saw that his calves were also exposed outside the robe.
So he hurriedly ran to the emperor and checked to see if it was above his thighs, but he clearly remembered that he was well above his knees when he left Terra.
