After communicating with the "saint" about his future plans, Russell's attitude towards the Lord of Mankind also has some bottom - that is, his bottom line seems to be abnormally low.

The Emperor can tolerate his enslavement of the swarm as a biological weapon, and he can also accept the intimate follower of the Bullet Star as a micro-machine Gestalt consciousness, and even the bloody purge of the Death Seeker seems to be behind his orders.

As long as the Stargate construction template can be sent to Terra, the Emperor is willing to pay any price.

Knowing this, Russell's trip was not in vain.

The saint calmly accepted almost all of Russell's proposals, and it was only when he was about to leave to arrange the rest of the preparations that he suddenly said goodbye.

"Starballer." He said, "What are you going to do with my son?" ”

"Magnus?" Russell thought for a moment, "What, you want me to send him to Terra to meet you?" ”

The saint shook his head: "The King of Wizards has fallen too deeply, and there is no room for salvation. Thousands of years ago, I made a final decision with my foolish son in the basement of the palace in Terra. ”

It turned out that he didn't come to ask for someone, I thought I was going to take him back to squat in the toilet...... Russell breathed a sigh of relief: "In that case, why did you suddenly care about Magnus?" ”

"I ......," the saint was silent.

Russell looked up at Alexei's still-calm face with a hint of hesitation, and it was hard to imagine that such a twisted expression would appear on the face of the emperor, the lord of mankind who sat on the golden throne and endured torture for ten thousand years. Squirmed to some mother-in-law.

It's a good thing this woman is not my father, otherwise the poop would have failed.

After hesitating for a long time, Russell somewhat understood what he meant. Grey Wind exited the council chamber with great interest, and the next moment it went out, the saint's spiritual energy covered the entire hall, isolating the inside and outside.

"Can you say it now?" Russell asked.

“…… Yes. The saint nodded slowly, and said with some difficulty: "Recently, a forbidden technology that can ignite the life of the psionic race and purify the psionic potential into powdered psionic energy has begun to spread from the Far Eastern Frontier to all parts of the Extreme Star Domain. ”

Psionic Chain Burning Formula? Russell frowned, as if he knew what he was going to say.

"In the beginning, the chain burning technology that was circulated could only be used against the Aydarns, and was ineffective against other psionic races. However, due to the sudden increase in the demand for spiritual energy, the burning formula for human psionic beings was quickly deduced by people of insight. The sage's voice was as calm as ever: "I've read about the principle of psionic chain burning, and this technology is highly compatible and works equally well for almost all psionic races - just make some key variables to the formula according to the soul traits of different races. ”

"So theoretically, as long as the formula is improved through enough research, even the genetic prototype that has ascended to the Demon Prince can be burned down into crystal dust containing a huge amount of spiritual energy." Russell clasped his hands: "Are you worried about this?" Worried I'm burning Magnus? ”

"He's my son, even if he's on the wrong path." The saint's tone was still flat, so flat that it didn't resemble the voice of a living being: "I have no objection to you ending his life, he deserves it." But I ...... I beg you, Bullet Star, to at least give Magnus's death the last dignity. ”

Russell smiled with relief: "I don't have the bad taste to insult the general of the defeated army, and contrary to what you think, I won't kill him." ”

The ......" The saint seemed surprised, and he raised his head and turned his slightly puzzled gaze to Russell.

"Magnus is one of the strongest psionics in the galaxy, and a knowledgeable psionist, and I- you know, I don't know anything about psionic spells." Russell spread his hands: "It would be great if you could teach me about witchcraft and magic yourself, but that's obviously not possible." In that case, it's okay to settle for the next best thing, isn't it? ”

The saint opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

After a long silence, he breathed a sigh of relief: "The time spent collecting and learning in the galaxy with Qianzi was the happiest time in Magnus's life...... The good old days are gone, but luckily, his knowledge can help you. ”

The knot in his heart was untied, and the saint's mentality was much easier.

Before leaving, Russell asked Him again, "Do you want Magnus to come here and see you?" The ship that imprisoned him was parked in the orbital dock. ”

"No, Starjack, no." The saint shook his head: "Make good use of his knowledge, this is my only request." ”

"I will."

After saying goodbye, the golden flames burning in Alexei's eyes gradually extinguished, and his violet eyes were beautiful and clear.

The Prophetess politely sent Russell, who had turned away, to the top of the spire, and watched him and Greywind board the dock and leave—the Monks of Truth brought by Russell did not go with them, and they were to be divided by Alexei.

Due to the fact that the Bulleters beat Terrorist and Tzeentch in the subspace, the entire Far Eastern Frontier was unusually quiet for a long time afterward.

Whether it was the original rampant cultist activities or the occasional small-scale chaos raid, it was almost gone, and even the orc green tide that surrounded the Espernes star region and continued to attack the city was not so waaagh!! Finish.

In the last years of the 39th millennium, Espernes ushered in a rare calm.

The Order of Truth and the Order of Mechanics worked overtime in this precious time of peace, building new weapons, maintaining old ones, and Valkyries leaving the factory brand new and sent to the last few Astarte warbands.

Because the Monks of Truth themselves have to go on an expedition with the army, and collecting intelligence along the way will inevitably face the threat of chaos in person, this time leaving their hometown and going far away, there will be no star bullet to come to the rescue at any time.

Therefore, in addition to the regular spirit Banshee troops, it is necessary for them to build a self-defense force against Chaos.

Based on the "mechanical angel" designed by the inverse entropy, the Order of Truth suspended all research projects at hand and devoted all energy to the debugging and mass production of the "Scholar" mobile armor, which was still in the experimental stage.

The "Scholar" type of mobile armor is constructed with an all-gote gold skeleton and is covered with fully enveloped individual zero-element armor to provide a physical defense that can be called the Wall of Sighs.

The Singularity Reactor built into the Mobile Armor is far more powerful than the conventional model used by the Preachers with integrated prosthetic modifications, enough to supply a variety of heavy weapons and heavy mechs - even without the use of any weapons, a mobile armor equipped with individual zero-element can still deal devastating damage even if it is just rammed with bare hands.

The firepower, defense, endurance and other functions of the "Scholar I" mobile armor are close to perfection, and the only shortcoming is that its oversized size will inevitably bring some loss of mobility, and it is relatively not good at high-intensity mobile combat.

And because of the lack of various sacred rituals unique to the Mechanic Order in the manufacturing process, there is no such thing as a machine soul in the Scholar Type I mobile armor, and the resistance of the built-in combat assistance AI to subspace pollution is also somewhat questionable.

The problem of flexibility can be alleviated to a certain extent by mixing with other classes, and it is unrealistic to expect a single mech to handle all situations perfectly.

As for the mecha's resistance to subspace pollution, the Order of Truth has solved it in a different way:

The pilots of the Scholar I. Mobile Armor are all "untouchables" who can isolate subspace from psionic influences.

This soulless force, armed to the strands of hair with Adamantite Gold and Zero Element, at any cost, is the vanguard of the Order's preparations to deal with Chaos.

(End of chapter)