The three of them stood in front of the Blood Angel warriors, communicating using psychic communication, and looking through Samuel Colum's experimental report together.
The information in the file is actually similar to the speculations of Alexander and Magnus. It is all because the psychic power seeping out of the subspace cracks on the Baal satellite has deeply contaminated these warriors who were already involved in bloodthirsty killings.
"Chant the voice of prayer. At least this can bring back their remaining consciousness, and they can retain more when they ascend."
Alexander was escorted to the center of the confinement room. The psychic fire rose from his feet and began to spread outward.
The pharmacists stood in a circle around the alienated warriors, with their hands crossed in front of their chests to form the aquila salute.
"What's your fault?"
The ethereal echo enveloped all alienated warriors.
"Hiss—!"
The ferocious-looking Blood Angels screamed in pain as they were burned by psychic fire.
A force that does not belong to the Astartes is disintegrating in the spiritual flames.
Huge spiritual energy is surging, and the barriers of the material world are becoming fragile.
"Show the emperor's will."
The alienated Blood Angel responded intermittently, as if he was breaking free from the shackles of his soul in his words.
The blood-red power of subspace returns to its owner along the weak barriers of the material world.
Alexander felt the same energy from it as the demon skull, which came from the blood god Khorne.
"Ho ho..."
The majestic figure on the brass throne let out a cruel and joyful laugh.
His eyes followed the broken barrier to Alexander, and a faint blue flame on his shoulder kept beating as the Blood God adjusted his sitting posture.
These subspace powers from the Blood Angels did not flow directly into Khorne's body, but were stuffed into the flames that Alexander stayed on his shoulders.
The brass armor was burned into a bright color with the intensity of the flames, and the hot energy burned Khorne's cheeks, as if Alexander was standing beside him.
Alexander was not aware of the Blood God's small movements, and was putting all his attention into the Hall of Valor, communicating with and guiding the Blood Angels who were bathed in the spiritual fire.
Suddenly, the originally strong spiritual fire suddenly dimmed, and instantly burned again, even more powerful than before.
Magnus felt something unusual, raised the blade of Anu-Ninurta high, and looked warily towards the direction where the dark red subspace power was flowing.
At this moment, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly burst into Magnus's mind.
"Sanguinius!"
Before the cry ended, the shield on the Blade of Anu-Ninurta was activated, instantly isolating all the Blood Angels.
Sanguinius opened the psychic channel immediately, took the Spear of Completion in his hand, and spread out his wings, hiding both Alexander and Magnus inside.
The prison room suddenly became chaotic because of Magnus's shouts.
...
"Kondava Kusrian, you are fine."
Alexander emerged from the red sun.
In Valhalla, the royal palace is the tallest building standing in the Himalayas.
It has been perfectly reproduced based on Alexander's memory. It also has an office hall and various facilities, but it has not been used.
In addition, there are thousands of war forts located near the Himalayas, all of which have been recently completed.
"Your Highness, the Cursed Legion has gathered more than 300,000 soldiers. Technical sergeants are also building defensive fortresses, and the vanguard is exploring outside."
Kondava Kusrian reported the current situation to Alexander.
He has been sticking to the place closest to the red sun, and has formed a guard team of 5,000 people, all of whom are warriors who have gone through multiple rounds of internal selection.
"Hey, there's also this orbital tower?"
Alexander threw his head back in shock.
In this chaotic zone of subspace, the technical sergeants actually built the orbital tower higher than the Himalayas, almost touching the red sun high in the sky.
"Your Highness, that is the space dock, the anchor point needed to build starships."
The technical sergeant with three mechanical claws protruding from his back was wearing a helmet, and his words were full of helplessness.
"The energy here is fickle, and there are problems with the underlying logic of the technology I've learned. It's an unexpected surprise that it can happen like this."
Alexander heard the complaint and walked around Kondava Kusrian with interest to find the source of the sound.
"This is the current technical sergeant of the Cursed Legion, Crow." Kondava Kusrian introduced.
"Hello, Crow."
Alexander nodded to the technical sergeant without saying much.
He didn't see what Crow looked like under his helmet, but his intuition made Alexander wary of this warrior.
As for why, Alexander couldn't tell.
If you really think about it, it may be that in the chaotic subspace, most of the four evil gods' warriors are using cold weapons to go to the material world.
And this technical sergeant named Crow actually built a towering tower-like building and prepared to put the starship into production using the energy emanating from the red sun.
This is so novel.
When the underlying logical data didn't match up, a technical sergeant was actually able to build a space battleship in a short period of time.
"Your Highness, can you make that fireball brighter?"
Crow raised his head and looked at the red sun in the sky. In his eyes, these huge and hot psychic powers were dissipating everywhere, and many of them were wasted invisibly.
"Why?"
Alexander faced Crow with no abnormality, and followed his gaze towards his own subspace essence.
Under the rays of the red sun, the technical sergeant's body flickered in and out, flashing a twisted biological cable that was connected to an unknown location.
"Building starships requires more energy, as does experimenting and trying new technologies."
Crow twisted the prosthetic eye on his helmet and switched it to a green mirror.
The red sun emits colorful light, and each beam of light brings different energy.
This is completely opposite to the gloomy and silent energy of subspace. It is a foundation that can be transformed through various shaping processes.
"I will try, just put the starship into production as soon as possible."
Alexander felt that the technical sergeant named Crow was not hostile. Deep in his heart, he just had a strong curiosity and wanted to study the psychic power emanating from the red sun.
Alexander thought for a while, but did not continue to pursue Crowe's identity.
In any case, productivity is gained in vain, and it is not in vain if you don’t use it.
There are only a few famous Chaos Gods in subspace. The Emperor is not even afraid of the Four Gods. How can he be threatened by some so-called lesser gods?
Alexander himself has 300,000 cursed legions, which is a powerful force that cannot be ignored no matter where he is, so he is not afraid of these.
"Kondava Kusrian, you need to ask every warrior to store the soul fire in the palace, in a place where it can be illuminated by the rays of the red sun."
"Only in this way, when you suffer casualties, can you use my power to revive in the palace."
Alexander did not hide from Crowe and whispered to the commander of the Cursed Legion.
"Your Highness," Khandava Kusrian nodded in response.
High in the sky, spherical objects burning with flames were falling towards the foot of the Himalayas along the broken barriers.
The bloodthirsty and alienated Blood Angels entered the Hall of Valor across the subspace rift, and the veterans of the Ninth Legion were responsible for welcoming them.
'Keep an eye on this Crow and let the technical sergeants learn more techniques from him. '
Alexander directly used his spiritual power to convey his words into the mind of Kondava Kusrian.
I believe that this veteran, known as the Cunning Lion, can supervise this unknown god of chaos, or a dark scientist.
