Thousands of warships cruising through space were like swarms, anchored in an orderly manner from the Yamajin's multiple launch ports.

There is only one launch port, and only one ship is docking with the robotic arm.

It was none other than the battleship Imperial Dream

"Lord Roger Dorn, please stand back."

The chief of the guard abandoned all weapons, and only took his eldest son, His Royal Highness, and a group of forbidden troops to the bridge of the No. 1 launch port.

Alexander was blocked in the middle of the wall by a wall, and no one was allowed to probe him, and his wings were deliberately shielded with bedding.

From the moment the Mountain Formation rushed out of the subspace, the chief of the Guard, Garste, had already made contact with the Praetorian brothers.

"I need to know about Alexander, the emperor is coming, my father, and Alexander's father, you can trust me completely."

Roger Dorn didn't rush in, he tried to explain to Just.

The head pharmacist of the Fist of Empires, Tyro Wilbur, stood by his side, and Dorne brought the entire Fist of Empire medical team with him.

Both sides had already obtained the orders from the Emperor Dream, and for a moment the bridge was crowded with Space Marines.

But no one dares to act rashly.

呲~

The Imperial Dream docked and unfolded downward, and the internal and external air pressure balance emitted a trace of airflow.

The crowd on the bridge looked up, and a tall forbidden soldier wearing shining gold power armor and holding the spear of the sun god was exposed.

"Roger Dorn, the Emperor is waiting for you, and a brother of yours."

The commander of the Praetorian Army, Konstantin Valdo, stood on a high platform, looked at Alexander lying on the bed, pointed his spear, and twenty veterans of the Praetorian Army walked quickly out of the closed cabin.

The forbidden army did not make a sound exchange, and Justel decisively gave up his position and let them take His Highness the eldest son, and followed him aboard the Emperor Dream.

"Tyro Wilbur, come with me, bring the saved footage."

Roger Dorn knew that Alexander had wings, and he was not as flustered as Just, and only took the chief apothecary and followed Waldo's footsteps on the battleship.

As for the Mountain Formation, the members of the Imperial Fists Legion command can arrange everything.

After nearly eight months, Alexander returned to the Emperor's laboratory.

"He's our brother?" Magnus looked dazed.

"Yes." Roger Dorn nodded in confirmation.

"Don't look at me, I'm not."

Konstantin Valdo took two steps back and left Alexander's cot.

The emperor conducted a series of tests on Alexander, took blood samples, and sent him back to his room to recuperate.

Valdo needs to look after his eldest son, while Roger Dorn worries about Alexander, and as for Magnus, it's pure curiosity.

The three of them appeared in the same room at the same time.

"These are his wings?"

Magnus's thick fingers stroked the feather.

With a slight slash, dark red blood beads oozed out of the skin.

"It's really sharp."

Magnus let out an exclamation as he looked at his crimson fingers.

It's not the feathers themselves that are sharp, but the powerful psionic energy inside.

"Dorne, has he always been so small?"

Magnus leaned over the side of the bed, carefully observing Alexander's baby-fat little face.

"No, he just hasn't grown up yet."

Three strong men who were more than three meters tall just looked at Alexander quietly.

Outside the room, the Emperor was reviewing footage from Taylor Wilbur's recorder.

Try to find out if there are any familiar creatures or something else.

The subspace creature that can trigger Alexander's psionic awakening should be a powerful secondary god, if not the four gods.

"Father, come and see."

Magnus pushed open the door and waved his hand, whispering to the emperor sitting opposite.

Alexander was covered with a thin layer of bedding, and the white wings on his back were shrinking, while his young body was growing.

"He's adjusted to his psionic powers, and he's about to wake up."

The emperor glanced at Magnus, who had not seen him, and helped Alexander tuck the quilt.

Alexander, under the gaze of the four, gradually reached one meter five in height before stopping.

Compared to Magnus's surprise, the emperor was worried about the real armor he had just modified, and he was afraid that it would have to be rebuilt.

In Alexander's perception, he was still swimming in the depths of subspace one moment, and the next moment he could clearly hear the subtle breathing sound around him, and it was four.

Not only that, but Alexander could also hear many blessings and inexplicable prayers.

The pituitary gland allows the primitordials to think multi-threaded, and the ability to process information has been qualitatively improved, which is equivalent to improving the utilization rate of the brain.

Otherwise, the incessant sound of prayer would have killed Alexander on the spot, but it still made him extremely dizzy.

"Father, I heard, many voices, blessings and prayers."

Alexander half-sat on the bed and propped himself up, his little face distorted by the feeling of dizziness.

When he tried to hear exactly where the sounds were coming from, he found that they were not coming from his ears, but from his head.

"Use your abilities to filter out the noise, close off some of your brainpower, and focus on the present."

The Emperor gently touched Alexander's temple with two fingers, instructing him on how he had solved the problem in the first place.

For invalid sounds, simply filter and concentrate on the inner guard.

Magnus looked at his father with such gentleness, his face was deformed with envy, and he repeatedly confirmed that he had met the same person.

When Roger Dorn saw him coming, he spread his hands and gestured like that.

"It's okay, I should be able to do it."

Alexander felt the dizziness in his brain lessen, and reached out to grasp the emperor's fingers and slowly opened his eyes.

As a result, what caught my eye was Magnus, who was red, more than three meters tall, with two horns and a strong armor.

"Hiss!!"

Alexander was frightened and his mind was mixed, and the noise rushed into his skull again, and he gasped in pain for a while.

Anyone who has just slept in the dark will not be afraid when he opens his eyes and sees this kind of scene, but if he is not afraid, his heart will be big.

"Uh,"

Magnus looked at Roger Dorn's disgusted gaze, habitually touched the sharp horns on his helmet, and stepped back half a step away.

"I know, Magnus."

This time, Alexander's ability to process information was noticeably faster, and he immediately remembered who could grow like this.

Seeing that he no longer had a headache, the emperor withdrew his hand and stood aside.

This was Alexander's normal reaction when he first grasped the power of faith.

"First meeting, my brother."

Alexander sat on the bed and habitually stretched out his right hand, ready to shake Magnus's hand, but as a result, he overestimated his size.

The first time Magnus saw this kind of scene, he would have mistaken Alexander's meaning, and with his hands in his hands, he directly lifted it above his head.

Roger Dorn reached out and slapped his forehead, feeling as if the two were not on the same channel.

"Magnus, Alexander just wanted to shake your hand, and he told you to let him go."

"Uh-oh," Magnus panicked, placing Alexander on the ground.

Reaching out and finding that Alexander couldn't reach him, he quickly leaned over and pulled Alexander to shake him.

"Okay, okay, that's it."

Alexander had lost all hope for his brothers.

When he saw Roger Dorn, he unexpectedly wanted to hug, Magnus also wanted to hug, and he had to hug the next one.

Is it his fault that he is short in height, damn it, it is all to blame on the emperor for blocking the spiritual energy.

"Wait, am I getting taller again?"

Alexander saw that his cuffs were at his elbows, and looked down to see that his calves were also exposed outside his robe.

So he hurriedly ran to the emperor's side to see if he was above his thigh, but he clearly remembered that he was well above his knees when he left Terra.