"Hall of Valor?"
Samuel Coren's grip tightened.
Lord Sanguinius now asks these warriors to go to the Hall of Valor, wouldn't he still have to execute them?
For so many years, they have never seen anyone go to the Hall of Valor, or even heard of it, so they all think that death is death, and there is no such thing as the soul returning to the Hall of Valor.
"Father, His Highness Alexander can allow the warriors of the empire to be promoted to the Hall of Valor?"
Michel Laldoren interrupts Samuel Coren's questioning.
He knew that his Primarch would not be wrong, but he still wanted to hear Sanguinius confirm it again.
"Yes, my father and Alexander opened the Hall of Heroes, and the heroes gathered there include the warriors who died on the Baal satellite."
Sanguinius turned around and faced the apothecaries.
He was also worried that he had chilled the hearts of these descendants from the beginning, but these warriors who were lost in blood thirst were irreversible.
So he roughly told them the situation of the Hall of Valor, but did not tell them that the Hall of Valor was actually located in subspace.
First Company Commander Michelle and Chief Pharmacist Toronto looked at each other, and they were already convinced of the authenticity of the Hall of Valor.
The power of the emperor is unpredictable. Since his genetic father can say such words, and there is His Highness Alexander as a guarantee to welcome him, these brothers will definitely be able to leave with glory.
"Okay, I have informed Alexander, and now we return to the formation of the Holy Blood Priest."
Sanguinius gathered the apothecaries into a cubicle and allowed Samuel Coren to go in and select men to join the ranks of the Priests of the Blood.
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Emperor's Dream, laboratory hall.
The sound of paper being flipped made Magnus a little upset. He would always unconsciously think about when the right time would be.
"Your Highness Alexander, your staff has been delivered."
The servo skull holds the skull staff with its mechanical claws and floats in front of Alexander.
"Magnus, look at this, it's quite easy to use."
Alexander picked up the staff and waved it twice. It was almost like a hammer, and he wanted to smash everything he saw.
"This is a laboratory, please take it easy."
Magnus sat back on the couch to avoid the claw hammer touching him.
The servo skull folded the mechanical claw and did not leave directly. Instead, it projected the function and use of the staff through the prosthetic eye.
The emperor said that he wanted to make a hammer to save time and effort.
But he still resisted the pungent smell of blood from the blood god Khorne, and installed many technologies inside the skull, including decomposition stance, energy shield, and psychic amplifier.
The handle of the staff is not a simple metal object, but is made of a flexible material that looks like wood but is not wood. When it is swung, it can gather kinetic energy and cause serious armor-piercing damage.
"Okay, okay, you go back."
After browsing the information about the staff, Alexander took the initiative to let it fly.
The Emperor was standing in the corridor. He didn't want to see this staff for a second. He didn't walk out of the corner until Alexander's novelty completely passed.
"Dad, I love you!!!"
Alexander heard the noise, turned around and swooped down to hug the emperor's thigh.
Every one of his weapons is crafted with precision, and his armor is never missing.
It can be said that the items he uses are accompanied by the Emperor's deep love.
But it is really difficult for such an emperor who is both a father and a mother to be understood by his descendants.
"No, no, stay away from me."
The emperor raised his head and stepped back quickly, resistance radiating from every part of his body.
Sure enough, Alexander is a huge emotional aggregate of autonomous consciousness. As long as he is stimulated, he will definitely get rich emotional rewards.
Of course, if he stimulated Alexander with bad behavior, he would probably get more rewards, even more severe.
Because the Emperor will let them know what bad emotions and bad behavior are.
The Emperor now finally knew why Khorne acted strangely when fighting Alexander. He was too full and was affected by huge emotions and couldn't control himself.
"What? You dislike me..."
Alexander slung his staff over his shoulder.
He felt that he was suddenly so intimate, which was really difficult for the emperor who was not good at expressing himself, so he had to take two steps back to keep a safe distance.
"If you feel comfortable with the weapon, load it up quickly."
"Hurry," the Emperor pointed at the demon skull.
He could feel everything Alexander was thinking deep in his consciousness, and he could also feel strong gratitude, respect and love, and he was naturally extremely satisfied.
It's just a little uncomfortable, and there's a little pity mixed in with these emotions.
"Oh well."
Alexander saw the returning servo skull and handed the staff to it obediently.
Although he didn't know why the Emperor resisted, he could clearly feel that the Emperor hated this demon skull.
Since the staff already belongs to you, it doesn't matter if you take it away now, or use it later when you compete on the Baal satellite.
"Don't use weapons casually in the laboratory. There are precision equipment here. If they are destroyed, they can only be replenished from Terra."
The Emperor came over and rubbed Alexander's head, his expression no longer showing disgust.
He couldn't help but think about what Alexander's face would look like when he could feel the weapon mixed with the essence of the evil god.
But even if an abnormality is detected by then, it was Alexander who chose it anyway, and you won't be able to find it if you look for it.
"Father, Sanguinius sent a message, asking me to take those warriors who are thirsty for blood to ascend to the Hall of Valor."
Alexander was just about to sit back on the sofa when psychic communication suddenly rang in his mind.
In fact, when Alexander left the Ninth Legion's mothership, he heard the pharmacists discussing that Sanguinius actually chose to deal with the blood-thirsty warriors at this time. It must have reached a very critical moment.
"Then go and put on your armor, and Magnus will come with you."
The Emperor waved at him and sat back on the sofa.
"Well, I'm ready."
Magnus stood up from the sofa, wearing a suit of armor that he had already controlled.
When participating in major meetings and ceremonies, the Astartes of the Empire basically wear armor, and their formal attire is also the power armor on their bodies.
The Shinichi armor designed and reproduced by the Emperor for Alexander also has this function.
As Alexander uses his psychic powers to control every component of his armor, the ravine spikes used for killing on the battlefield fold up to become more solemn.
"Magnus, you can just use psychic energy to teleport over. The soldiers of the Ninth Legion are about to lose their strength."
The Emperor has sensed the situation within the Ninth Legion through his psychic powers. The blood god's will is devouring the warriors of the empire.
"Understood, I can directly locate the coordinates of Sanguinius."
Magnus stood beside the Emperor, the Blade of Anu-Ninurta being held in his hand and transformed into a ritual weapon.
"Leave Alexander's safety to you, no need to feel pressure."
The Emperor patted the sofa beside him, indicating that Magnus could sit down and wait.
