"Father, why didn't you tell him about those weapons..."
Magnus asked in a low voice, deliberately avoiding Alexander's perception.
He could feel the scent emanating from the chainsword and the daemon's skull, but Magnus's psychic sense of smell was not as strong as the Un-Emperor's sensory stimulation.
"Why tell him? We can't teach everything. Alexander's growth requires him to explore the unknown on his own."
The emperor spoke very grandly, but his voice was not loud.
Magnus could tell at a glance that the Emperor meant something different, but he did not dare to tell the truth, so he could only nod his head in agreement.
The Emperor's shadow can be found in the character of each of their brothers.
Magnus knew very well how bad Sanguinius's character was. He liked to talk about truths, but he might actually be holding back his intentions to do bad things.
So this caused Magnus to no longer fully trust the Emperor's words as before.
"Father, I'm ready."
Alexander hurried out of the room.
The edges and corners on Shinichi's armor have become relatively smooth, indeed a bit less sharp.
There is no shortage of crown decoration, sun ring, and ceremonial sword at the waist.
"Then you go quickly."
The emperor looked up and looked as usual, then gave an order and continued to read the book.
"Father, let's go first. Sanguinius seems to be quite anxious."
Alexander said hello and prepared to leave the hall and go to the launch bay, but he did not see the Forbidden Army waiting at the gate.
The next moment, Magnus reached out and grabbed him: "Let's go directly through the psychic channel."
"Okay?" Alexander looked back at the Emperor.
I had said before that we should try to avoid the leakage of psychic power, but now we can directly travel through starships.
"Sanguinius has already learned how to use psychic energy. There is no point in imposing a psychic blockade on the Ninth Legion. Just go there."
The emperor continued to sit on the sofa with the old god present.
It wasn't until Magnus controlled the psychic vortex to form a passage and led Alexander away one after another that the Emperor put down the book and focused his gaze on the empty hall.
The sofa arranged in the hall can easily accommodate more than 20 of his children, but he doesn't know when it will be full.
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Blood Angels flagship, cell of confinement.
Samuel Coren has basically finalized the candidate for Holy Blood Priest.
Only twenty-one of the hundreds of pharmacists remain, and together with the original team, the Holy Blood Priest can maintain normal operations.
Sanguinius remained in his cubicle, flipping through Samuel Colum's experimental papers.
"alert!"
First Company Commander Michelle let out a loud bang and raised his hand to touch the plasma pistol on the outside of his leg.
"Relax, Blood Angels warrior."
The Blade of Anu-Ninurta was the first to explore the psychic channel, and then Magnus' figure came out of it.
"I'm sorry, Lord Magnus."
After Michelle reacted, she immediately let go of her hand on the gun, put her hands on her chest and saluted the Sky Eagle.
"understand."
Magnus did not pursue the matter, and raised his head towards Sanguinius behind him.
"Sanguinius, let them rest as soon as possible. Alexander will be arriving soon."
"Alexander in the back?"
Sanguinius was a little confused when he looked at the psychic channel that appeared on his mothership.
However, he still eliminated the messy thoughts, stood up and whispered instructions to his heirs, while secretly reaching out to pull Michel Laldoron behind him.
First Company Commander Michelle was blocked behind by a pair of white wings, feeling extremely relaxed.
For the first time, he felt that it was great to have the father of the original body. At least he didn't have to shoulder everything by himself.
He couldn't help but feel lucky that his caution over the years prevented him from drawing out his plasma pistol.
Otherwise, if the powerful company commander of one legion draws his gun against the original body of another legion, the consequences may not be clear in a few words.
Many space warriors in the room were tidying up their clothes and tidying up the messy room. They looked at the channel where energy surged, and they believed the Hall of Valor's statement even more.
After all, the existence of the Hall of Valor is also a supernatural force for the Empire's truth.
"Didn't you send the message asking us to come here quickly?"
Magnus exudes strong psychic energy, maintaining the stability of the passage.
"Hello, Blood Angels."
Alexander arrived before anyone else arrived.
Shinichi's armor reflected psychic power, lighting the entire room in gold.
The crown on Alexander's head shone with golden light, and the sun ring exuded the emperor's noble and majestic aura.
"Your Highness Alexander."
The Terran Blood Angels were extremely familiar with the Emperor's aura, and they all knelt down on one knee facing Alexander, who was shining with golden light.
"Michelle, you look a little embarrassed."
Alexander used his psychic energy to lift up each Blood Angel.
He walked over personally and patted Michelle on the shoulder, then faced Chief Pharmacist Toronto Ulm:
"I remember you. When I arrived on this starship, I heard that you were planning to ask me for help."
Alexander faced Chief Pharmacist Toronto with a sullen face: "But, those people didn't speak at that time."
"Your Highness, it was my miscalculation that caused all this."
Samuel Curran came out from behind the 1st Captain to relieve Toronto Ulm.
Hearing Alexander's words, he thought he was preparing to hold Toronto Ulm responsible.
"It's you, the thinnest pharmacist." Alexander turned around and looked.
"Your Highness, I am willing to take all responsibilities. Please allow the Blood Angel warriors to ascend to the Hall of Valor."
Toronto Ulm opened his mouth to take on all responsibilities, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
The Ninth Legion can replace its chief apothecary, but it cannot do without Samuel Coren, the head of the Holy Blood Priests.
"Okay, now is not the time to talk about this. Let's go take a look at the blood-thirsty warriors first."
Sanguinius interrupted his sons and quietly pushed Alexander away with his wings.
He could tell that Alexander was trying to scare these Blood Angels, but since he didn't gain the trust of these warriors at first, he felt a little bit offended, so he didn't intend to stop him.
However, Alexander's sullen face and a few words made these soldiers panic and quarreled. They couldn't help but feel sorry for them and took Alexander away quickly.
Since Alexander carries the aura of the Emperor, his every word and action can be seen as the epitome of the Emperor. Even a small inadvertent action can make the Astartes fearful.
How could these Blood Angels not panic when he had a stern look on his face.
On the contrary, it was Michelle. He knew Alexander's age and habits clearly, and he observed carefully so that he didn't say anything.
"Not every angel of the empire is qualified to ascend to the Hall of Valor, so you should be mentally prepared."
Alexander's voice was not loud, but the accompanying Blood Angels could hear him clearly.
The appearance of the Hall of Heroes today will inevitably spread from now on.
If the soldiers of the empire knew that they would ascend after death in battle, they would probably lose their respect for death.
Some soldiers who have worked for too long will even seek death, which is not conducive to the development of the empire.
