"Then can I go and watch the battle? How about I give it a try too."
Alexander immediately became interested when he mentioned fighting.
He had just learned many psychic attack techniques and ways to use them, so he had to give them a try.
"No problem, it's just a competition anyway, and you can also practice flying skills."
Sanguinius rushed to reply before Magnus could, without even giving him a chance to refute or explain.
"Hmm, what time?" Alexander looked at Magnus.
"Then, after the memorial service."
Magnus felt a little helpless, but he was not afraid.
"By the way, how long have I slept?"
Alexander sat sideways on the sofa, picked up the books left beside and read through them.
He didn't even know when he fell asleep. He only remembered that he yawned for a long time.
"A little over four hours."
Magnus glanced at the time.
"Also, father took your crown away."
He turned around and noticed that the familiar jewelry was missing from Alexander's head, and specifically reminded Alexander not to be anxious.
"Oh yes, father said before that he wanted to help me change the size or something."
Alexander's eyes were glued to the contents of the book, and his fingers were twirling around a lock of hair.
He had just learned enough techniques to use psychic powers, and now he wanted to know how it worked.
If you only know how to use it but don't know the principle, it will appear very rigid in battle, and it will be easy for the enemy to seize its weakness and defeat it in one fell swoop.
Just when the hall fell silent, the Emperor appeared from the corridor holding a crown covered with red satin, followed by a servo skull with a flag sandwiched between it.
"Sanguinius, I leave this banner to you to raise it during the memorial service."
The Emperor had the Servoskull deliver the banner to Sanguinius.
This flag has a black background, with a golden Imperial double-headed eagle hanging in the sky, and below is a blood-red Space Marine helmet burning with flames. Two bright gold banners are distributed under the double-headed eagle and the helmet, with the words Sacrifice and Heroic Spirits respectively printed on them. The word "Dian".
"Father, what does this flag mean?"
Sanguinius held a corner in each hand and fully unfolded the flag.
There is no sign or symbol of the Ninth Legion on the burning Space Marine helmet. How to explain it during the memorial ceremony. Sanguinius really didn't understand why it looked like this.
"Every warrior who sacrifices his life in the war against subspace demons will have the opportunity to enter the Hall of Valor."
The Emperor shifted his gaze to Alexander.
"Hall of Valor?" Alexander raised his head and stared into the emperor's eyes.
"Yes, Hall of Valor."
The Emperor nodded in confirmation.
"Wait, what are you talking about."
Magnus felt left out again, unable to understand what they were talking about.
"Build the Hall of Valor in subspace and form forces belonging to the empire. We will attack them from within."
Alexander quickly recounted the plans for the Hall of Valor.
Gathering the Imperial Heroic Spirits wandering in the subspace, awakening their consciousness, opening up a second battlefield in the subspace, and even supporting the material world, but everything so far is only a preliminary attempt.
And what Alexander didn't know was that the Emperor had awakened the stars that shone around the hot red sun while he slept.
"Can it be done?"
Magnus swallowed.
The appearance of the Hall of Valor can be said to have completely changed death.
But when death is no longer the final destination, people lose their due respect for life, which may not be a good thing.
"Not everyone is qualified to enter the Hall of Valor. At the same time, this is also part of the plan to ascend to 'God'."
The Emperor interrupted Magnus' question.
Death is ultimately annihilation, and not everyone can raise a star in the subspace.
The subspace essence of ordinary people is like a candle in front of the wind. All they can bring to the subspace demons are various complex emotions.
“It’s hard to imagine how significant this plan would be if it were successful.”
Sanguinius folded the banner and stared into the burning flames.
He knows what Valhalla means.
When death is no longer the end, what about his death?
"Don't worry, the future will definitely get better."
Alexander walked up to Sanguinius and stroked the silky fabric of the flag.
He knew that Sanguinius had foreseen his death, and it was not easy to maintain an optimistic and positive attitude under such circumstances.
"Yes, I believe."
The banner was carefully rolled up, and Sanguinius placed it in a delicate box, waiting for the time to open it.
"Alexander, come here and open it."
The Emperor lowered the hand holding the red silk to a height that Alexander could reach.
"Father," Alexander had already noticed what was in the emperor's hand.
After opening the satin, the golden crown still retains two branches of gold leaves, but a sun ring with thorns and spikes grows from the back, which means that Alexander has experienced battles and will be able to face danger in the future.
Not only that, Alexander also saw a faint golden light wheel, which reflected brilliant light as the emperor turned his wrist.
"What's this?"
Alexander touched the nimbus behind the leaf with his fingertips.
Sanguinius and Magnus were also full of curiosity and gathered around to observe how the crown was different from before.
"You can try to feel it, feel the warp."
The Emperor held up the crown with the tip of his index finger, bent down and carefully placed it on Alexander's head.
Golden aura spread downwards from the crown, covering Alexander like a bright yellow gauze.
Alexander closed his eyes, immersed his consciousness in it, and felt the familiar and safe atmosphere.
In the subspace, a golden halo rose outside the red sun, and the surrounding stars fell to the ground like fire. The meteorite shell broke open and stepped out of the space warriors burning with red flames.
Alexander also walked out of the red sun, wearing Shinichi armor and a blood-red cloak.
Many space warriors who appeared in the subspace immediately knelt down on one knee facing the red sun, inserted their weapons on the ground, and lowered their heads.
'You are my divine soldiers. '
'He dedicated himself to me. '
'I will carve it carefully and forge it in the fire of war. '
'Used as a fortress against fear, human beings are also divine guards. '
'Get up, my son! ! ! '
The Emperor's voice spread outward through the golden halo, and each word solidified the flames dancing in the Space Marines' helmets.
The stars in the subspace once again felt the pull of inexplicable power, following the emperor's words, they gathered towards the red sun and fell to the ground one after another.
The Space Marines gathered more and more around the red sun, until the power of the golden halo was exhausted.
"What's your fault?"
Alexander's voice echoed around him, and wherever he looked, it was like a spark of fire.
'Shows the emperor's will. '
"What does the Emperor mean?"
'We will fight to the death. '
"What is the dead person?"
'It is my fault. '
"What's your fault?"
The reason and memory of the cursed warrior are quickly returning with the sounds of war prayers.
