The Baal stared hard at the Emperor, but they did not kneel before him like Sanguinius did.
They inherited the power of Sanguinius and the noble soul of an angel.
The Emperor stood with Sanguinius, looking across the faces of the vampires and Baal in the amphitheater.
"They are the best warriors and the angels of the empire."
The Emperor gave the Baal people high praise.
This means that the empire officially incorporates this place into its territory.
In the dazzling sunlight that dispersed the dust of darkness, the Ninth Legion welcomed back their primarch, their genetic father.
Tens of thousands of Space Marines will descend from the sky on Thunderhawks, and they will bless the warriors of Baal with their pure and precious gene seeds.
The Space Marines will build infrastructure here and select young children to serve as the home planet of the Ninth Legion and serve as a recruiting planet.
"Let's go, father asked us to be responsible for transforming the ecology of this planet."
Magnus came to Alexander's side.
The radiation dust has not been completely removed, and viruses and chemical toxins must also be dealt with in a timely manner.
The Thousand Sons Legion dispatched more than 300 space warriors to land on this satellite, specifically responsible for detecting any remaining psychic events.
"I thought we would have much to say, but it seems that my father would rather speak to Sanguinius alone."
Alexander watched the Emperor enter the vampire council chamber.
The angels and their followers spontaneously followed in the Emperor's footsteps.
Magnus was not surprised at all by this scene, and slowly used his spiritual power to tear apart the material world in front of Alexander.
"Psychic teleportation, a very interesting ability."
Alexander turned and walked into the physical space infected by psychic energy.
In just a few hours, buildings were erected on Bar Secandos.
Countless engineering equipment was dropped on the large fleet, and the mortal auxiliary army was a professional construction team.
Space Marines descended on a large scale and swept the entire Baal moon like a fine sieve.
This was a thorough cleaning. Even the aliens hiding in the abandoned mines were pulled out and killed on the spot.
Alexander's figure flickers above the atmosphere. He is like detergent dripping in oil, clearing away the dirt in the atmosphere in an instant.
The troops of the Fourteenth Legion have arrived on the surface and are doing the final work of purifying the entire planet.
The empire's miraculous ability impressed all the pure-blood Baal people. They had resisted the harsh environment for thousands of years and hundreds of generations, and the world was completely changed in just a few hours.
"Magnus, I want to go to that planet."
Alexander completed his mission and sat on the top of the mountain, pointing his finger at Baal Prime, his robes rustling in the wind and snow.
No Primarch has landed on that desert planet, which is still occupied by aliens, mutants and mutants.
But now, the planet exudes a disgusting smell of blood, and Alexander is upset.
"You smell that disgusting smell too?"
Magnus fanned his nose.
Ever since they landed on the surface of the Baal satellite, the smell from subspace began to spread around.
"I have an unstoppable urge to destroy it completely."
Alexander shook his head.
"No, maybe it's a trap."
This feeling was unwarranted, but Alexander didn't think there would be any danger.
The Emperor is right next to them, what else can they do.
Besides, with his current strength, he is not far behind Rogal Dorn.
"Magnus, why don't we go up and take a look around? Father and the others won't be able to finish talking for a while anyway."
Alexander stood up and patted the snowflakes on his body. He clenched a fist in his right hand and instantly tore apart the space.
"Casté, armor me."
Alexander returned to the Emperor's Dream, and Shinichi's armor had not yet been returned after the Emperor had taken it back.
However, the Forbidden Army has prepared many sizes of dazzling gold power armor in advance, which can be provided to His Royal Highness the eldest son for use at any time.
"Your Highness, if it is necessary to mobilize the combat team, the Thunder Warriors are currently on standby on the flagship."
Just commanded the servitor to assist Alexander in wearing armor, and various weapon boxes were also carried out.
Alexander teleported directly with Magnus to the Thousand Sons Legion's flagship Ray, and then boarded a Thunderhawk fighter to enter the Emperor's Dream.
He had to wear armor as soon as he came back, and Caster had to report it to the commander of the imperial army, Constantin Waldo, in advance.
"Kabu Eric is here too? Inform the Thunder Warriors and ask them to airborne to Baal Prime together."
After waiting for so long, it’s time to see the true power of the Thunder Warriors.
The Yaojin Power Armor was transformed into a modular outfit by the Emperor. Alexander jumped off the assembly platform and shook his fist.
It feels like there's a slight delay, not as smooth as Shinichi's armor.
However, it may also be that Alexander's brain power grew too fast, causing his body's reaction to fail to keep up.
"Your Highness, shall we notify other brother troops?"
The Praetorian Guard of Castor followed Alexander and asked.
The Imperial Guard who was standing by his side immediately walked out of the equipment room to convey the order.
"Inform Constantine Waldo, tell him that Magnus and I discovered an anomaly on the Baal Prime, and ask him to command the fleet to cooperate with the airborne mission."
Alexander came to the weapons box to select the equipment he wanted to use.
"Your Highness, would you like to inform the Imperial Fists forces, Captain Fafnir Lane and Danat Lysander, who currently command a fleet of five thousand Space Marines."
Caster was Alexander's exclusive guard, coordinating all his troops.
It's not that Alexander didn't expect such a force, but it was basically determined to be a subspace incident on Baal Prime.
In addition to assisting in clearing out aliens and mutants, ordinary space warriors airborne may cause excessive and meaningless casualties in targeted incidents.
The landlord's family also had no surplus food, and Alexander was not a person who squandered money wantonly.
Besides, the Cursed Legion hasn't been formed yet.
Magnus has returned to his flagship, put on his armor, and is preparing to land with the Thousand Sons Legion to investigate the source of the disgusting rancid stench.
In this case, the Thousand Sons Legion is the professional force.
"Let Constantine Valdo decide whether to make an emergency landing of the Imperial Fists' troops."
Alexander doesn't like to say everything in one word, only division of labor and cooperation can last long.
Step, step
Neat footsteps sounded from outside the equipment room.
"Your Highness, this is a letter from the Emperor, asking you to be careful. Sanguinius has just heard whispers from the warp."
Constantine Valdor led a group of Custodes veterans wearing Skyhawk Terminator armor and came quickly.
With the influx of many forbidden troops, the equipment room seemed a little crowded for a while.
Now that the Emperor was not on board the flagship, Navaldo was the direct commander of the entire fleet.
"Understood, keep in touch Waldo."
Alexander knew that this was definitely the first time he used psychic powers and was tracked by those disgusting things in the subspace.
But since the Emperor didn't stop him, it meant everything was under control.
Among the eagles that soar high, no one grows up under its wings.
Now, Alexander should face the real world outside like other brothers.
