"Morning."
Alexander pushed open the door with messy hair.
The whole person was in a daze, and he was still swaying when he walked.
"Remember to call me during the memorial service."
Alexander mumbled something incomprehensible, carrying the crown covered with gold leaves and plopped down on the sofa, with half of his body hanging out.
He felt that his sleep was not very comfortable, and he arched his body upward twice until he found a suitable pillow before falling asleep again.
Because he was thinking about the memorial ceremony of the Ninth Legion, Alexander had just slept lightly, but this time he was particularly deep.
'Has he always been like this? '
Sanguinius looked blankly at Alexander lying on his lap, and used his psychic powers to ask Magnus.
The harsh living environment on the Baal satellite makes the people living there very alert, and they will suddenly wake up whenever they feel the slightest disturbance.
This was the first time that Sanguinius saw someone sleeping so dazedly, as if there was no sense of crisis or vigilance around Alexander.
'No, he seemed to have slept very deeply last time. '
Magnus had seen Alexander sleeping once, and thought Sanguinius wanted to ask him why he was sleeping dishonestly.
So he immediately closed the book and leaned over, indicating that you could let Alexander rest on his head if you didn't want.
'I mean he has no sense of crisis? '
Sanguinius' expression remained unchanged, as if he couldn't understand what Magnus meant.
However, he quietly covered Alexander's back with his wings and leaned back on the backrest of the sofa to find a comfortable position.
'You mean he could be in danger here? '
Magnus looked weird, thinking who are you insulting.
However, due to my understanding of Sanguinius, I didn't say it directly.
'makes sense. '
Sanguinius nodded and said nothing more. He controlled his spiritual energy to pull out a book from the bookshelf and took it to his hand to read.
With the Emperor by his side, he should try to put down his heavy burden for a short time and enjoy this time he had never experienced before.
A wall of books, with the gentle breathing of Alexander, was gradually read by Sanguinius from the bottom to the bottom.
During this period, the emperor walked out to take a look at the situation in the hall, took away the crown that Alexander had slipped from his hands at some point, and left again.
In the subspace, the scorching sun rises and falls with the frequency of breathing, and all the stars in the sky return to their positions.
But after all, the figure among the stars could not be seen, what exactly it looked like.
Ding-ding-dang, the emperor sat down cross-legged in the psychic amplification room, holding a gold-leaf crown in his hand, and his psychic power materialized into a delicate hammer.
After the beating, no material was added to the crown, but a sun ring with spikes was formed behind it, and an invisible golden light wheel was attached to it.
At the same time, a beam of golden light broke through the subspace barrier, penetrated the dim space and illuminated the red sun.
The energy containing the aura of the Emperor's Warp radiates outward through the red light of the sun. Whenever a beam of red light shines on the stars, the warriors sealed within are as if they are reborn and are about to ascend to the second place in their lives. stage.
Blood-red armor, the imperial double-headed eagle shining with golden light, the chain sword burning with flames, and the bolter spraying thin pillars of fire.
These are a group of imperial warriors who have arrived at the Hall of Valor.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Alexander kept clicking his lips for some unknown reason. He rested his cheek on Sanguinius, and glistening saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.
After feeling a little tired and mentally recuperated, Alexander slowly sat up with one hand on the pillow and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"wake up?"
Sanguinius fluttered his somewhat messy wings and was about to stand up, but his legs gave out and he sat back down.
"Well, I woke up."
Alexander was still confused and didn't even know who was asking. He responded blankly and opened his door to wash up.
"Hey, you're still drooling, like a kid."
Magnus put down the book, glanced at Sanguinius's robes and noticed a spot of moisture on his knees, and couldn't help grinning.
Alexander was indeed still young and knew nothing as soon as he fell asleep.
"Magnus, how about we go to Baal Prime to have a test later tonight."
Sanguinius rubbed his thighs with an expressionless expression, and used his psychic powers to dry the water stains on his robes.
It won't be long before they part ways. Magnus will be responsible for Alexander's safety in the future. Sanguinius has never seen him take action, so he doesn't know how powerful Magnus is.
Therefore, I decided to fight with him personally before I felt relieved.
"Ahem, no, why?"
Magnus suddenly choked, dropped the book and looked over, confused.
In his opinion, Sanguinius was a brother with a good face but a dark hand, and a wealthy heart.
No matter who you have conflicts with, you can't have conflicts with him, otherwise Sanguinius will definitely come back with revenge. .
Of course, Sanguinius only stays in the nature of slapstick, and will not really be cruel to the brothers.
"You will be traveling with Alexander for the rest of the trip. I need to verify whether you are capable of protecting him."
Sanguinius was finally able to stand, but he was in no hurry to move.
Seeing that Magnus did not respond to him, he had to explain one more thing.
"After all, you also know the next plan. Alexander is the core, and we must ensure his safety."
"No problem, just after the memorial service."
Magnus's eyes flickered, and he agreed decisively this time.
Don't think that scholars can't fight. Magnus is as good as the other brothers. His huge psychic power is his confidence.
What's more, he was just a brother who had just returned to the empire. He didn't even know what psychic energy was before, so how could he pose a threat to him.
"Choose a specific location, I don't need wings."
Sanguinius raised his legs and took two steps with his back to Magnus, but his posture still seemed a bit uncoordinated, so he had to go to the bookshelf and support the book while moving slowly.
"Okay, then I won't..."
Magnus took the words smoothly, but was suddenly stunned.
What do you mean, if you don’t use wings, who are you looking down on?
"Here, I won't use long-range weapons to attack."
Magnus did a quick search and chose to give up one attack method so as not to appear that he was not confident.
"What are you talking about."
After Alexander finished washing, he stretched out and walked out of the room, feeling his mind clear and clear.
"Magnus said he wanted to duel me later. I won't use my wings and he won't use ranged attacks."
Sanguinius had just walked on tiptoes, but now he felt like he was fine, striding around to select books next to the bookshelf.
Magnus, on the other hand, looked weird. He just said not to use long-range weapons, so why could he suddenly not be able to attack from a distance?
How many offensive methods does that mean to give up and let a psyker fight hand-to-hand? Just kidding.
