The Emperor's great fleet roamed the vast starry sky.
If you stand on the Bar-Secandus satellite and look up, you can see rows of flashing bright spots approaching.
Two powerful psychic powers gradually overlap with distance.
Alexander was far away in the galaxy and observed a tall man with a handsome face and white wings like him.
At the same time, Sanguinius also saw the young Alexander.
The two looked at each other in the distance, knowing each other's identity without words.
The tall figure stretched out his warm and peaceful palms and gently rubbed Alexander's hair.
Boom~boom!
Magnus put down his books, stood up and knocked on Alexander's door.
Ever since the Emperor locked Alexander in his room, he had been sitting on the sofa outside the door, reading quietly.
At the same time, Magnus was also paying attention to the situation in the room to prevent Alexander's wanton use of psychic powers from causing unnecessary damage.
He has seen too many psykers become instantly disabled, or even die of old age because of mastering this supernatural power for the first time.
When Magnus noticed the strange psychic force getting too close to Alexander, he couldn't help but knock on the door to warn him.
"I'm coming."
Alexander jogged and opened the door.
"Magnus? Come in quickly, I should have observed Sanguinius with my psychic powers just now."
Alexander's black hair was a little scattered on his head, but his face looked extremely excited.
This is the power of appearing holy in front of people.
No one knew how much time had passed since he was thrown into the room by the Emperor.
All the information was integrated, and Alexander tried to use psychic powers remotely without realizing that Magnus had actually been outside the door the whole time.
"I think it's him."
"If it weren't for Sanguinius, you would be rolling on the ground right now."
Magnus put on the same academic robes as Alexander, and the spiked armor was thrown away unknown where.
If the Emperor loved war, Magnus could be a general. If the Emperor needed him to teach Alexander, he could be a scholar.
"Don't try to use psychic power from a long distance at the beginning, otherwise it will be very painful if you are injured by an inexplicable attack."
The two walked into the room and closed the door.
The Emperor also withdrew his attention and settled down to study the equipment that could contain the subspace.
"There are many kinds of psychic powers. I think you should learn to protect yourself first and then learn how to use them."
Magnus casually picked up a book from Alexander's table, held it in his hand and turned it over with his fingertips.
These volumes are old books that the Emperor once annotated.
The language is simple and simple, but the knowledge can be explained very clearly.
Unlike some books, a series of professional terms and obscure language forcefully explain a formula to highlight the author's level.
"Then which way should I learn to use it first?"
Alexander calmed down.
He recalled the Emperor's words that when he used his psychic powers, he was a bright spot in the Warp.
Many evil forces will struggle to extinguish the flames, and then I realize how dangerous I was at that time.
"like this."
Magnus stretched out his fingers, and flames, lightning, and vortexes danced at his fingertips.
Bang!
Alexander's door flew out.
However, it hovered steadily in the air before hitting the equipment on the experimental platform.
"Retract your strength, stabilize your strength, and shorten the time for using psychic energy."
While Magnus was instructing Alexander on how to control his psychic powers, he also had to carefully control himself so as not to burn down the room.
I was really in a hurry for a while.
Alexander's psychic powers far surpassed those of psykers, and even rivaled the Emperor in size.
At least, Magnus did not have such strong psychic power in the first place.
During the last period of time, there was a loud banging sound in the laboratory, which made the emperor shake his head.
...
'Your father has found you, and he will bring you your destined death. You can see it, you can. '
'Speak of blood as a sacrifice to the blood god! '
'Life begins with evolution. '
'You are not his only one, you can resist, you can get everything you want. '
'At least, you can survive. '
Sanguinius sat on the high platform, listening to the whispers in his ears and raising the corner of his mouth with a sneer.
From the moment he saw Alexander, the inexplicable sounds began to persist.
However, he only listened to it as a soundtrack, and through Alexander he saw many things that he had not yet discovered.
"Leader, people are waiting for you, waiting for your appearance."
The followers of the angel fell on their knees in front of the temple, their heads bowed deeply.
Sanguinius has become the leader of the Kindred.
Just yesterday, the last mutant gathering place on the Baal satellite was completely wiped out.
Today is the time for the vampire meeting, and countless pure-blood Baal people spontaneously gathered in the majestic amphitheater.
Today the Lord of Mankind will find his long-lost son.
Sanguinius slowly stretched his pure white wings, and an angelic aura of light appeared above his head.
The whispers fade away.
The angel appeared in the vampire council, appeared in the eyes of countless pure-blood Baal people, and began his speech.
Baal has experienced great changes, and Baal people have been devastated by the radiation virus.
They drove away the aliens and wiped out the mutants.
They spent years struggling to survive.
They will embrace the future in peace.
The blue-blooded vampire warriors and pure-blooded Baal people looked at the tall angel exuding aura with red eyes.
From now on, they are no longer beggars, and they are no longer the poor people who have lost the right to rule their home planet.
Sanguinius gave the people of Baal a true soul and a faith more precious than hope.
A golden light shone, and the Emperor strode into the array of Baals.
Accompanying him was a red-skinned man as tall as an angel.
Incomparably wild spiritual energy flourished from their bodies.
Golden heavenly light fell from the sky, and all the radiation dust accumulated and sank into the ground.
The atmosphere on the Baal-Sekandus moon is rapidly purifying, and pure rain is sprinkled on the earth.
This planet, which is on the verge of death for humans, is finally coming to life again.
The speech reached a climax with the appearance of the emperor. The excited shouts of the people were like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, and streams of long-lost fresh air appeared in their nostrils.
Under the gaze of countless Baal people, a young angel descended from the golden light of heaven.
They realized that their leader was finally no longer like the wandering Baal people in the past, and the angel had also met his own people and was no longer alone.
"Alexander, my brother."
Sanguinius towered above his hands, embracing Alexander, who also had white wings.
At this moment, Sanguinius dispelled the loneliness and blood rage in his heart, and welcomed the long-lost warmth and kindness.
The angel fluttered his wings and jumped down from the high platform. His broad wings allowed him to soar high in the sky.
Sanguinius carried Alexander to the Emperor's side, among countless pure-blooded Baal.
He carefully lowered the young angel in his arms and knelt down to face the Emperor.
"Father."
Crystal tears fell into the dust from Sanguinius's cheeks, and where they fell, snow-white flowers bloomed in the barren land of Baal-Secandus.
"Rise, Sanguinius, my son."
The Emperor held Sanguinius' shoulders and stared into his face.
At this moment, the Emperor had no doubts about Sanguinius' perfection, as Alexander remembered him.
