"It's okay to use the Baal Galaxy as the home planet for recruiting troops. I respect your decision."
The Emperor walked through the lands where Sanguinius had lived on Bal-Secandus.
Compared with the other two planets full of subspace power, this satellite looks extremely pure.
This also fully proves that Sanguinius has not been contaminated by the warp.
"The moment the Ninth Legion is handed over to you, you will be responsible for everything about them. Sanguinius, are you ready?"
The Emperor stopped and raised his head to look at Baal's home planet. He felt the fluctuation of the subspace rift.
"Father, I was truly ready from the moment I met Alexander."
Before Sanguinius unified Baal-Secandus, he had a psychic communication with the Emperor. At that time, he was extremely confused.
Now, until he reaches the prophesied death, he is invincible.
"Father, are we just going to let Alexander face the evil god of subspace alone?"
Sanguinius had changed into the armor that the Emperor had forged for him, and he held the spear of completion in his hand, which symbolized 'success'.
Since the arrival of the Mortal Auxiliary Army on the surface, the infrastructure on the Baal satellite has begun to take shape, and the iconic buildings will be handed over to the Ninth Legion.
The Ninth Legion has its own governance system, and issues such as subsequent recruitment and planetary governance are also fully delegated to Sanguinius.
"He has his battle, and you have yours."
The Emperor pointed at Baal's other moon, Baal-Prime.
"If you want to use the Baal Galaxy as your base of troops, then you must completely cleanse all the subspace forces in this galaxy, otherwise they will contaminate your gene seeds."
"Bloodthirst accompanies you in your battles, doesn't it? Then your heirs will too."
The emperor's tone paused.
"Similarly, my descendants are also like me."
Every Primarch carried a part of the Emperor, and his descendants naturally inherited all of the Emperor's qualities and flaws.
The Emperor couldn't even change his own problems, so how could he be expected to help other Primarchs change their character flaws.
So the Emperor took Alexander with him to find Sanguinius, the heir to whom the Empire could be entrusted in his memories.
"Father, I feel that the power on Baal Prime comes from the disease plague, and that on the other satellite may be the cause of my blood thirst."
"Father, do you think I have been affected?"
Sanguinius knew why the Emperor roamed the planet.
Even if the Emperor gained many secrets from Alexander's memories, he would still choose to conduct a thorough investigation before making a final conclusion.
"I confirmed, no."
The Emperor looked directly at Sanguinius with a clear conscience and tried to tell Sanguinius not to worry, that everything was under control.
But Sanguinius raised his head and looked determined, insisting that the Emperor had something to say.
The Emperor looked at Sanguinius's stubborn eyes. He persisted for three seconds without saying a word, then turned and walked towards the Thunderhawk gunship driven by the Imperial Guard.
But while walking, the emperor suddenly thought that if Malcador saw the two of them, he would definitely slap his thigh and say, yes, you two are exactly the same when it comes to your axes.
Suddenly, the Emperor remembered the name he did not want to mention, the hero Malcador.
"Sanguinius, originally you had no wings."
The Emperor turned his back to his angelic descendant and finally choked out these words.
He had struggled in his heart, and he had considered the future in Alexander's mind. Too much change might make everything go out of control again, but if no changes were made, would the future really be what he wanted.
"Father, I will prove to you that I am pure, that I am an angel of the empire, your angel."
Sanguinius stood and shouted at the Emperor's back.
Don't blame others for questioning Sanguinius. The violence and cruelty when blood thirst occurs makes people think of other places.
"Go to Baal Prime, you will have to face the battle there."
The cabin slowly closed, and the Emperor's face gradually disappeared from Sanguinius' sight.
The Custodes' Thunderhawk gunship did not return to the Emperor's Dream, but carried the Emperor straight to Baal Prime.
The energy fluctuations generated by the subspace cracks actually alerted the Emperor when the priests began to summon runes to generate.
He wanted to see with his own eyes what the disgusting thing under Nurgle's hands was up to.
...
Underground on Baal Prime, the Altar of the Abyss.
A miserable green light seeped out of the cracks in the subspace, and the rotting flies and rats from the Great Demon Nurgle had appeared in the material world.
Even if the Space Marine wears a breathing helmet, the inexplicable stench still penetrates deep into the brain.
The crack has expanded to three meters in size over time, but the claws stretched out still look short and weak.
Alexander originally wanted to wait for the target to extend a little more before attacking, but now it seems that the sacrificed souls and negative emotions are not enough, and it seems that the Nurgle Demon can't squeeze through.
"Magnus, may I help him?"
Alexander held a psychic spear that looked like white lightning in his hand. He was worried that if he attacked rashly, the Great Demon Nurgle would shrink back and dare not come over.
Just take the initiative to tear open the rift in subspace and let it enter the material world.
"You can decide for yourself what you want to do, and I will protect the Terminator team for you."
Magnus used the blade of Anu-Ninurta to cut through the raging psychic storm, creating a corridor for the Terminator team to reach the cliff.
"There are Olmuz and Bukared's teams below, and I'll leave them to you too."
Alexander made up his mind and rushed while Magnus was nearby and the Emperor was next door. He had a big guarantee and there was nothing to fear.
"Give me thirty seconds."
Magnus's psychic powers have detected the team beneath the abyss.
Channeling the psychic power from Ormuz, Magnus swung his mid-stand weapon to create a psychic teleportation channel.
"Cast, retreat with them."
Alexander patted Castor's Aquila Terminator armor.
The exposed limbs of the Great Demon Nurgle were already emitting powerful plagues and viruses. Only after Magnus took up his psychic stance and purified them, the Terminator team was able to stay here.
If Alexander takes the initiative to expand the subspace rift, if Magnus needs to take action by then, he may not have the extra energy to distract them from protecting them, so it is better to withdraw now.
"Your Highness."
Just wanted to persist.
"Go ahead and don't make me repeat it a second time."
Alexander turned to face the center of the altar.
The footsteps gradually faded away, until Magnus was the only one left beside Alexander.
"Magnus, where do you think the place behind this rift is? The evil god's back garden, or a remote area."
Alexander hesitated a little, and he remembered that this place did not seem to be an unimportant planet, but the recruiting planet of Sanguinius and the future home planet of the Ninth Legion.
"Go ahead and do it, but I suggest you not to rush through the subspace rift."
"I have recorded this summoning rune in my book. If I want to test it, let's quietly find a safe planet and try again next time."
Before Magnus finished speaking, the dazzling psychic spear was thrown out of Alexander's hand.
The space was shattered like a mirror under the huge psychic power, and the crack in the subspace quickly expanded from a slit into a standard circle.
"Awwwww."
The Great Demon Nurgle let out an inexplicable exclamation and fell from the subspace into the material world.
After many years of time erosion on Baal Prime, the energy of the subspace crack created by the evil god's followers who sacrificed themselves was too small. Even the Great Demon Nurgle himself did not notice the crack, sitting on it with only a small and broken tail exposed.
