"Everyone retreats, no going on stage, no approaching."

"Violators will be punished immediately!"

Hearing Alexander's shout, Gaste immediately led the Forbidden Army to form a human wall to isolate all the Space Marines and mortal forces present.

Duncan Doppler's combat team, armed with heavy blasters, loaded directly, scanned the crowd for anomalies.

Lysander stood on the stage and everyone was stupid, thinking that Alexander was going to launch some stunt, and planned to make a move to second him.

"Company commander, first-level alert."

Sigismund shouted to the stage.

At this time, he did not dare to go on stage or make other actions at will, in case it caused a misunderstanding by the forbidden army, it would be even more troublesome.

Fortunately, Lysander reacted quickly and immediately jumped off the stage and ran to Sigismund.

"The first company hasn't confirmed the company commander yet, Master Laishande, what should I do now?"

Sigismund asks a fatal question.

There are two weeks, if not more, left before the Yamjin is out of subspace for combat mission.

Therefore, Roger Dorn was not in a hurry to determine the commander of the first company, resulting in the fleet to which the first company belonged now without a leader.

"Let's go, board the ship."

Lysander didn't even think about it, and immediately made up his mind.

Without a leader's flagship, combat power is bound to be greatly reduced.

Not to mention the fact that there is no point in them staying here, according to the emergency situation of combat readiness of the first level, all ships in formation need to be immediately disengaged.

Meanwhile, Roger Dorn was still watching the subspace creatures dissolve outside the string window.

Such strange things, even if Dorn traveled through subspace many times, he did not accurately observe them once.

"Taylor Wilbur, record everything outside the window."

Rog Dorn bowed his head and ordered Tyro Wilbur, the chief apothecary of the Imperial Fist and a member of the Legion Command.

Now that they can be observed, their weaknesses and strengths can be analyzed.

If you can study them, you can destroy them.

"All records are kept and sealed, pending orders from the Empire."

Without consulting the Emperor, Roger Dorn temporarily banned the incident.

The Grand Fleet, now only members of the Legion Command know what triggered the Level 1 alarm.

Mortal armies and space marines are just rushing to their posts in a daze.

A rising sun, in the dark place of subspace, will inevitably attract the attention of all people.

Countless subspace creatures that noticed this place swarmed like moths to a fire.

Under the sun's magnetic storm, the weak subspace creatures will be destroyed, and the powerful evil things will fill the gap.

What's more, there are even more evil things hidden in the depths, the four gods of subspace, and the secondary gods of chaos.

Alexander still felt a lot of threats watching him, and his psionic awakening continued to intensify.

Streams of prayer from mortals and Astartes finally found their way into Alexander's mind.

And so, the solar flare erupted.

A dazzling beam of light spreads like a wave of water.

The evil creatures that came to the vicinity of the Yamajin fleet against the solar magnetic storm were destroyed layer by layer by the impact of energy like molting.

Never again.

The red light even shone through the porthole, shining into the Yaman's combat command room.

"Herald, how long will it take for the Navigator?"

Roger Dorn reached out to him.

The storm brought about by Alexander's psionic awakening, even the original body could only see the outside world through his fingers.

"Waiting for a reply, my lord."

The herald is full of various information channels, through which he can deal with more than half of the information sources on the Shanzhen without time difference.

He is a warrior who has volunteered to be transformed by the Martian Mechanic, and he is one of the mortals from Terra.

"The navigator replied that anomalous fluctuations in subspace had interfered with the observations, that he had lost his ability to locate and that the coordinates had failed."

The fleet does not have precise positioning coordinates, and hastily teleporting is likely to result in the destruction of the ship.

Even Astarte will get stuck in the wall when he is making a precision ship jump, not to mention the huge Battlestar Battle.

"My lord, Geller still has 89% of his position left."

"The battleships on the bridge of the Yamajin have all been detached, and the cruisers have been detached by 56%."

The herald calmly reported what was currently known.

"Check the location of His Royal Highness the eldest son, and transfer the scene to come over."

Roger Dorn has been caught in a dilemma.

The integrity of Geller's position has been reduced, and if it fails, these creatures from the outside world will break through to the Mountain Formation, and the Whispers of Chaos will immediately corrupt the undetermined mortals and Astartes.

For the safety of His Highness the eldest son, Roger Dorn will definitely choose to forcibly enter the material world as soon as possible, but the consequence of this is that the rest of the fleet needs to break through on their own.

The screen of the Legion headquarters flickered, projecting the Praetorian Army defending Alexander, who was covered in blue lightning.

As soon as this image appeared on the screen, Roger Dorn suddenly remembered that when he left Terra, Machado had told him that no matter what happened in subspace, as long as he waited quietly, Alexander would help him solve everything.

But what Machado didn't tell him was that it was Alexander who caused all this.

"Notify the navigator to continue positioning, notify all ships to immediately prepare for a subspace crossing."

Roger Dorn's tangled mind calmed down, and he calmly gave orders.

This order made the members of the legion command a little worried for a while.

However, they did not question the orders of their own primordial bodies, but cooperated with the notification of the warships.

The pituitary gland of the Sacred Song gradually opened like a leaf under the stimulation of psionic energy, and dense arcs of electricity pulsed in Alexander's mind.

With so many noisy prayers, Alexander's information processing capacity is about to reach its limit.

The original clear thoughts have gradually become confused, and the gaze of the stinging consciousness in the subspace is no longer so clear.

Finally, the tipping point erupted.

Alexander fainted in prayer.

Ding dong

The Power Sword and Guardian Spear fell to the ground with a crunch.

Justin raised his hands and held Alexander's falling arms steadily.

"Stand back, Great Sage."

The Praetorian combat squad severals several blasters aimed at Castia's head.

"Forbidden army, take Your Highness back, I can help you."

Castia 02 hides in the arena backstage and watches everything on the field.

It wasn't until he saw Alexander fall into a coma after releasing his psionic energy that he came out of the darkness.

"No, I don't."

Justin refuses outright and asks Duncan Doppler to expel her.

Justin didn't even think of giving anyone outside of the Praetorian Army access to Alexander, they had their own medical squad.

Baker Fred immediately took out the testing equipment from his backpack, and the emergency medical equipment was unfolded on the spot, and he took off Shinichi's armor and began to monitor Alexander's physical data.

"Just, take His Highness the eldest son to the combat command room."

Roger Dorn's voice came from the arena radio, and he noticed Alexander's anomaly.

For a while, all three forces were vying for Alexander's protection, but Juster didn't care about anyone at all.

Roger Dorn was about to say anything more when the herald suddenly interrupted him.

"The navigator has determined a safe location, whether to make a subspace traverse."

When Rog Dorn's gaze turned to the porthole, the bright light was dimming, and countless monsters hiding in the shadows were also showing their fangs.

"Send safe coordinates to the major fleets for immediate subspace crossing."

Roger Dorn clasped his hands to his chest and stared at the dense array of evil creatures in the subspace.

Non-native warfare, Dorn is still a little powerless against the evil things that can be seen and touched in the subspace.