"Alexander, after careful consideration, I decided to hand over the skull left by the Blood God to you first."
The Emperor's Reacher took out a square box from the psychic channel.
What is sealed is the demon head left behind by the blood god Khorne from the subspace, possessing the 'Skulltaker' U'zul.
"What is the use of this skull? Can it be made into a weapon?"
When Alexander left the Glass Plains, his weapons and trophies were taken away by Caster.
At that time, he thought that the emperor planned to make another weapon for him, so he didn't ask about it. He had not seen it in the weapons exhibition hall before, and thought it was not yet completed.
"It is a medium through which the Blood God descends into the material world."
"As it happens, you can try to cover it with psychic power. This is also a good way to train."
The Emperor opened the box, revealing the skull of the blood god Khorne.
"Use psychic power to cover it. Is this suitable? Do you want to burn it first?"
Alexander stretched out his hand and grasped the skull, which was as warm as jade and covered with bone spurs. It felt a little difficult to start.
'Skull Snatcher' Uzul didn't expect that his own head would be taken away in the end.
"This kind of thing is up to you, don't pity it, this thing will not be damaged easily."
The emperor suddenly grinned as he spoke.
Alexander's soul-searing fire would have left a deep impression on Khorne.
Now that there is no foundation to disturb the material world, even the subspace evil god cannot easily come, so there is no need to worry about Alexander's safety.
However, after thinking for a moment, the emperor specifically ordered: "Remember one thing, never shout that slogan, it is what He told you when he was eliminating."
The Emperor initially had no idea what the purpose of Khorne's head was, and had no intention of letting it fall into Alexander's hands.
But according to the Emperor's understanding of the evil god of subspace, even if there is no such head, there will be other things as a substitute, so it is better to give it to Alexander directly.
At least, this would not be like the murderous sword in Fulgrim's hand, where an outstanding heir would be unknowingly affected by the evil god.
"This thing looks awkward no matter how you look at it."
Alexander took the devil's head and turned it over and over, feeling a little prickly and disgusted.
As a person with normal aesthetics, Alexander really couldn't accept the devil's ferocious head with three bone spurs around its eye sockets.
"Anyway, I told you to do whatever you want. Use your spiritual power to burn it and reshape it."
Sanguinius came closer and stared at the demon's head, always feeling a sense of disgust in his heart.
At the same time, I wanted to take it over and step on it, stamping my feet hard.
It has to be said that Sanguinius, who has learned how to use psychic powers, is naturally more aware of his surroundings.
"makes sense."
Alexander did not delay, and immediately held the demon's skull with both hands, and the psychic fire spurted out.
The originally ferocious cheekbones retracted, and the bone spurs became smooth in the flames. The two sky-high horns softened like heated glass, and turned into argali horns with Alexander's fingers.
Through the infiltration of Alexander's psychic power, Sanguinius, who was originally disgusted with this demonic skull, suddenly found it more pleasing to the eye.
"Hey, this thing kind of looks like a hat."
For some reason, Alexander picked up the Q version of the demon skull and wanted to put it directly on his head.
But just as he raised his hand, Sanguinius came out from behind and locked his wrist.
"What do you want to do?"
The Emperor moved his hips to stand next to Alexander.
His eyes were almost on Alexander's face, trying to see clearly what he was doing.
Is this disgusting thing more comfortable than wearing a crown?
Sure enough, it shouldn't be given to him. The evil god's things all have some strange abilities, and even Alexander will be seduced if he doesn't pay attention.
The Emperor doubted all factors except whether Alexander himself wanted to do this.
"No, I just want to try to see if this thing can be worn."
As Alexander spoke, he felt that it was indeed inappropriate to put the devil's skull on his head, and his voice became much softer unconsciously.
"snort."
The emperor snorted and sat down, turning sideways not to look at Alexander.
"Then I can't wear the handlebars everywhere I go."
Alexander poked the Emperor's waist with the demon skull, asking him to help modify it.
Even if it doesn't work, you can make it into a hammer, or a staff or something.
"Okay, okay, give me the stuff."
The Emperor took the skull with a look of disgust, as if it had come into contact with something dirty, and quickly stood up to go to the equipment laboratory to install a handle.
"Father, the memorial service is about to begin."
Sanguinius had already received the communication from the Ninth Legion, and when he saw that the Emperor was about to leave, he quickly stood up.
"Then you go back and prepare first, remember to take that flag with you."
The emperor paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "Alexander will go on my behalf. After the memorial meeting, we should continue the Great Expedition."
After the emperor finished speaking, he quickly left the hall.
The Hall of Valor has been completed, and all the knowledge that needs to be taught to Alexander has been clearly stated. It is time to say goodbye.
But before that, the Emperor still needs to back up the Empire's latest technology and give it to Alexander for use in the Hall of Valor.
Although psychic power can manifest many items out of thin air, complex and cumbersome technologies are obviously not something that technical military personnel can accomplish in a short period of time.
If a starship from the material world is dragged into the subspace for corrosion and infection, it is not in line with the current situation of the empire.
"Magnus, do you want to come along?"
Sanguinius walked towards Magnus, who was still deep in thought, and reached for the box where the flag was placed.
"Of course, I am traveling with Alexander."
Magnus came to his senses and stood up, putting all his books back in their place. The hall instantly became much tidier.
The two left the sofa, keeping their eyes on Alexander in tacit agreement.
"How is the situation in the Hall of Valor? Are there any soldiers from the Thousand Sons Legion?"
"Are the fallen Blood Angels among them?"
The two of them endured it for a long time, and it wasn't until the Emperor left the hall that they found the opportunity to ask Alexander about the situation in the subspace.
"Yes, I saw many familiar faces."
Alexander sat cross-legged on the sofa and nodded.
Before leaving the warp, his psychic power swept over every warrior, some familiar and some unfamiliar, but there was indeed the Terran Astartes he had picked up from the Ninth Legion.
"That's good, that's good."
Sanguinius rubbed the box with the flag, formally bid farewell to Alexander and Magnus, and returned to his starship aboard the Thunderhawk.
"Tell me, my father just said that the right time is right. When will it be?"
Magnus squeezed in next to Alexander and asked quietly.
At this distance, if psychic communication is used, the Emperor will definitely notice it. It is better to communicate in a low voice to keep it secret.
"How do I know? Don't ask and understand everything. Sometimes if you are confused, you might not have so many troubles."
Alexander leaned back, let his feet hang on the sofa, and continued to read the basic books on psychic powers that he needed to master.
Magnus couldn't ask, and he didn't dare to get to the bottom of it here.
He did nothing but read with Alexander, took the initiative to explain something he didn't understand, and waited for the Emperor to come out of the laboratory.
