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Magnus's Glory Queen-class battleship, the flagship of the Thousand Sons Legion.
On it sits a private sanctuary.
It is a triangular pyramid made of polarized glass and gold.
The temple shimmered like a diamond half-buried in a battleship, giving the Ray its name.
The air inside the temple is airy and cool, a result of finely tuned architectural art that requires no mechanical control.
The floor is made of black and white spiral crystals, creating a spiral mosaic pattern.
Every floor here was carefully selected by Magnus himself from the caves under Tizca.
However, half of the temple now belongs to Alexander for the time being.
"Start reading the books here first. Only when you can read all the books on this wall can you get started."
Magnus pointed to the dozens of meters high bookshelf wall, pulled out a book from the bottom and handed it to Alexander.
The purpose of this temple's existence is to allow Magnus to collect books on psychic powers from the many planets he has conquered.
"No problem. In terms of academic knowledge, you have the final say."
Alexander now has enough brainpower and will no longer have the same difficulty learning mechanical knowledge as he did at the beginning.
But then again, did Castia run away secretly?
Forget it, there will be plenty of opportunities to find her in the future.
"You can trust me completely. No one knows psychic powers better than me except my father."
Magnus was very dedicated to psychic knowledge.
He casually pulled out a book made of unknown material and began to translate the text that was originally like tadpoles crawling across it into multiple languages, and compiled it into a book with his own annotations and understanding.
"Your daily job is to translate books from various civilizations?"
Alexander spread his wings and flew to the chair with the book in his arms, looking at the book in Magnus's hand that was almost taller than himself, and watching him continue to write High Gothic, Low Gothic, and other things that he had not even seen before. seen text.
Only then did Alexander truly understand that what Magnus said was really not an exaggeration, he really understood.
"It's just a way to have fun."
Magnus was so immersed in the world of knowledge that he didn't even look up.
Alexander stopped and looked at it for a few minutes and found that it was too profound to understand, and he could not keep up with the speed of his writing just by reading through it.
He simply flew to the sofa and started flipping through the psychic books that Magnus had selected for him, which were like children's books.
The lights in the temple gradually dimmed as time passed.
Magnus closed the book and inserted the translated reading into the bookshelf where Alexander wanted to study.
"Let's go. After father leaves, you can study here with me and go find our brother by the way."
When boarding the Ray this time, Magnus just wanted Alexander to come here first to familiarize himself with the environment.
Later, they would take a Thunderhawk to the Emperor's Dream.
Currently, Alexander does not have his own flagship, and Legion Zero is just a framework.
During the time that Alexander left Terra, many Thunder Warriors who returned to their home planet of Terra from other galaxies volunteered to answer the call.
Although more than 300 Thunder Warriors had been transformed by the Emperor's laboratory, that was still not enough people to control a cruiser.
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The Emperor currently has his fleet docked outside the Baal System.
He is waiting for Sanguinius to lead the pure-blood Baal people to rule the moon of Baal.
In fact, the environment of Baal Prime has always been an extremely dry desert world with frequent sandstorms.
There are basically no humans on the planet except for various mutants, mutants, and wild animals.
Its two moons, Bar-Prem and Bar-Sekandus, are somewhat habitable, of course in comparison.
However, the Empire currently classifies the Baal System as a barbaric world, equivalent to the Death Star without human habitation.
Sanguinius descended on one of these two moons, Baal-Secandus.
According to imperial records, a large-scale war may have broken out in the Baal system as far back as the Dark Ages.
Viral weapons and nuclear weapons completely destroyed the ecological environment of the Baal Galaxy, causing the surface to be filled with ultra-high-intensity radiation dust, chemical toxins, and deadly biological viruses.
From then on, the Baal people can only survive on a severely polluted planet, and at the same time they have to face hostile mutants, aliens and terrifying monsters.
Sanguinius grew up in this environment. He led the remaining pure-blood Baal people, expelled the aliens and mutants who preyed on humans, and established a peaceful human society.
The Emperor was in the laboratory observing the scion who had died for him on the moon of Baal.
Even if Sanguinius possesses a bloodrage comparable to the blessings of Khorne, the Emperor will give him full trust and help.
"Well, has Sanguinius begun his speech?"
Alexander pushed open the door of the laboratory, and the crown that had been lost once again appeared on his head in a suitable size.
"In twenty hours and seventeen minutes, we can pick up Sanguinius."
The emperor withdrew his gaze and looked at Alexander, who was wearing plain linen robes.
"So do you need my help now?"
Alexander had nothing to do, looking at various objects in the laboratory.
Caster is currently on vacation, and there is no one to urge him to progress on his study plan.
The emperor looked a little stiff looking at Alexander's wanton expression.
I am too busy every day to spend my money. Why, everyone is the same. Why can you be so relaxed?
"Now? Now you need to learn how to become a qualified 'god'."
The Emperor pushed open Alexander's private room and stuffed many books into it, while also transmitting to him the graphic and textual information he left when teaching Magnus.
At the same time, he left a small piece of paper with the learning tasks to be completed in these twenty hours written on it.
In this state of confusion, Alexander was slipped into a small room by the emperor.
There was a click, and the door was locked.
Now that it is determined to establish a state religion and carry out the plan to ascend to God, Alexander must learn how to use the power of faith.
How to use psychic energy from a long distance to cause spiritual manifestations.
And how to remove the stain of psykers in the subspace to ensure that they will not be corrupted or mutated.
In short, the emperor felt happy when he saw him leisurely.
Even if he fails to learn it this time, the Emperor can still communicate with Alexander psychically from a distance, just like he taught Magnus.
But everything is not as convenient and fast as offline.
At least, you can do it when you can't teach it.
Even if it doesn't work, the problem can be solved by giving Alexander a model of how psychic energy works.
But obviously, the emperor's worries were in vain.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm envious, I must be feeling unbalanced."
Alexander had also worked there before, how could he not understand the emperor's current state of mind.
But what can we do if we take over such a mess?
Everyone in the empire wants to be lazy, but there is no way.
If a tall person doesn't push up, his innocence will collapse.
Alexander suddenly felt a toothache when he thought about this.
Damn it, why do I feel like I have become that tall guy for no reason.
However, Alexander also knew the reality. The learning tasks left by the emperor were all things that must be learned now.
He simply sat down at his desk and began to read the materials according to the classified study plan.
Time passes bit by bit,
Alexander's mental calculations have been greatly improved, far beyond the so-called photographic memory.
He can quickly form a clear tree diagram in his mind of the knowledge he browses.
The knowledge you read next will continue to enrich each branch on this tree diagram.
Until knowledge reaches its destination and bears harvestable fruits.
With such ability, Alexander understood what learning is addictive.
Because he could clearly feel that his knowledge was becoming more profound every minute and every second.
