The truth of empire is the truth of the material world, but it no longer fits into the material world that has been infested by subspace.

Alexander thought about it again and again, but still thought that he should be cautious about the psionic space marines in the various legions.

"Since we want to preserve the Imperial Truth for the time being, I think it is necessary for the Think Tank to exist, and the psionic events in the Great Expedition must be dealt with in a timely manner."

"Besides, if you only rely on Legion Zero to fight the psionic event and not expose it, you can only carry out an extermination mission."

"And before the Zero Corps completes the establishment of the army, there must be countermeasures during this window period."

Alexander's vision was to turn the Legion of the Thousand Sons into a training base for the Troops, one for psionic events and one for Xenomorphs, like Black Watch.

Only by consuming the energy of the Thousand Sons Legion can this group of people not indulge in the study of subspace.

Horus was stabbed with a short knife, and the wound that would not heal dragged on for so long.

Part of the reason for this was the fact that the Legions had eliminated the Think Tank after the Nikea Conference.

This meeting directly caused the war commander Horus to enter the temple with an illness, but did not report it to Terra's side accurately.

Even once.

"Yes, but I don't have time to focus on it."

Without thinking, the emperor agreed to Alexander's idea.

He has always been vigorous and likes to do things in one step, but Alexander is cautious.

The two complement each other, and their potential is very good.

As long as think tanks are used reasonably, they are nothing more than an extra layer of insurance.

On the contrary, you don't have to spend your own mind and time, so why not.

"Don't worry about this, Magnus will help me."

Alexander reached out to support Magnus, who was still dazed, and patted his armor.

"Yes, I can."

Magnus assured on the spot that he didn't even have a brain.

If he had, of course.

The emperor was not worried about the affairs of the think tank, so he slowly put away his research results and paced beside the experimental table.

"The problem that is struggling now is the state religion."

The emperor threw a depth charge directly at Alexander.

The state religion is something that completely subverts the imperial materialist trend of truth, and admits a series of unscientific things.

The fundamental problem is that the state religion recognizes the emperor as a god.

"Wouldn't it be too soon, after all, we haven't found Loga Aurelian's undetermined wreck."

Alexander was a little surprised by the emperor's plan to go out of the way, he could be radical, but not too radical.

You know, the creation of a state religion is tantamount to opposition to everything that the empire is currently undertaking, including the Great Expedition.

Countless people died because of this, and in the end, the creed was wrong, and the joke was bigger.

"No, it's not time or manpower to think about now."

"To fight against things in the subspace, the state religion must also exist for the time being."

Roger Dorn and Magnus stood by and listened dumbfounded, feeling like they knew some big secret.

The two glanced at each other, and sure enough, we were our own sons.

Alexander frowned and pondered what the emperor meant.

In the war of counterpoint between the material world and subspace, there must be counterparts.

Four to one, naturally at a disadvantage.

But if it's four to two, or four to a group.

The original body is a demigod in the state religion.

Wait, for now?

"Alexander, my bloodline."

"You can hear the sound of blessings and prayers, which allows you to gather and use the power of faith."

"It means that you can be a god."

The emperor's words were full of excitement.

He finally doesn't have to fight alone, and the burden on his shoulders can be loosened, so that the two of them can carry it together.

"Will it work if I become a god?"

Alexander stroked his chin, his eyes full of unconfidence.

He felt that his identity had changed a little quickly, and it had been less than a year since he arrived at the Terra Palace in a daze.

He's so well protected.

Alexander hadn't even seen what the real world looked like when he was alien and devastated by monsters.

"You can, and you can do it well."

The emperor leaned over and bowed his head and replied to Alexander very seriously.

He could see the short trajectory of Alexander's life, and he had not achieved anything bad or done anything bad.

The emperor understood Alexander's lack of self-confidence, because he had been the same in the first place.

If Machado hadn't encouraged him and urged him, he wouldn't have stepped forward and become emperor.

In fact, he wants to be a scholar and hide in the laboratory every day to study what he likes.

"I can't guarantee it, but I'll try to try."

Alexander looked up into the emperor's eyes.

"I'll help you, and so will your brothers."

The Emperor stood up and looked at Roger Dorn and Magnus.

The two nodded their heads in agreement.

"Wait, the state religion is necessary for the time being?"

Alexander woke up suddenly, as if he had missed something important.

"Yes, the Empire must follow the Empire Truth, which is the inevitable trend of the material world."

The Emperor never wanted to be a god above humans.

That's too tiring.

He just wants to expel the subspace as soon as possible, and then retire to engage in research with peace of mind.

"What should I do when I'm done?"

Alexander wondered if he was on a thief ship.

"You'll know."

The emperor gave a reassuring look in his eyes.

He didn't believe that anyone could work hard for a hundred years, or even a thousand years, and not be disgusted.

"Now let's go and find one more Primordial, your brother, St. Giles."

The Emperor's gaze looked through the glass at the main planet Baal and the two twin moons orbiting him.

"Done, Magnus, I hope you won't be taken aback when you see him."

Alexander also looked at the pristine Bal Star with a strange expression.

I'm afraid that at this time, St. Giles is leading a group of pure-bloods to fight the mutants.

St. Giles is a legendary primordial of its own.

He is tyrannical and bloodthirsty, but he is pure by nature.

He was a natural commander and a perfect warrior.

It was as if everything in the world was devoted to him, and even the four gods wanted to have him and corrupt him.

However, he is firmly on the side of humanity and on the side of the Empire.

For the sake of the emperor, he was willing to die.

Even if he had predicted in advance that he would be crushed, he did not hesitate.

...

Roger Dorn returns to the Mountain Formation with a mission.

According to the Emperor's orders, he will command the Grand Fleet from Terra to evacuate the Baal system in an orderly manner, go to the area where there is a combat mission, or return to the legion where his original body is located.

They took away the video of Alexander's psionic awakening, and took away the information of His Highness the eldest son.

They will spread their faith to other worlds.

And this will be the beginning of the enlightenment of the state religion.

The Praetorian Army ascended the Hill Formation and took Alexander's personal belongings.

The Sword of Domination, the Banner of Command, handcrafted mechanical claws, and a variety of weapons.

Castia 02 boards the ship of the Cult of the Mechanics on Mars and travels to the Forge World to repair the Warlord-class Titan.

Joined by the two company commanders of Regiment Zero, Fafnir Rann and Danat Lessander.

They packed their luggage, along with the two battle motherships and eleven frigates of the Imperial Fist, and the five thousand Imperial Fist Space Marines, who were temporarily relegated to the Zero Legion under the command of the Emperor.