The Emperor's Grand Fleet roams the starry sky.

If you stand on the Bal-Secandus satellite, you can look up and see rows of twinkling bright spots approaching.

Two powerful psionic energies gradually overlap as they get older.

Far away from the stars, Alexander spotted a tall, handsome man with white wings on his back.

At the same time, St. Giles also saw the immature Alexander.

The two looked at each other in the air, and knew each other's identities without words.

The tall figure stretched out his warm and peaceful palms and gently rubbed Alexander's hair.

Knock ~ Knock knock!

Magnus put down his books, stood up, and knocked on Alexander's door.

Ever since the emperor had locked Alexander in his room, he had been sitting on the sofa outside the door and reading quietly.

At the same time, Magnus was also keeping an eye on the situation in the room to prevent Alexander from using psionic energy to cause unnecessary damage.

He had seen too many psionics who were crippled or even died of old age because of the first time they mastered this supernatural power.

When Magnus noticed that the unfamiliar psionic power was too close to Alexander, he couldn't help but knock on the door to warn him.

"It's coming, it's coming."

Alexander trotted all the way to open the door.

"Magnus? Come on in, I should have seen St. Giles with psionic energy. ”

Alexander's black hair on the top of his head was a little disheveled, but his face looked extremely excited.

This is the power of pre-human manifestation.

I don't know how much time has passed since he was thrown into his room by the emperor.

All the information was integrated, and Alexander tried to use psionic energy remotely on his own, not realizing that Magnus had been outside the room all the time.

"I think it's him."

"If it weren't for St. Giles, you would be rolling all over the ground by now."

Magnus changed into Alexander's robes, and his spiked armor was thrown somewhere.

The emperor loved war, Magnus could be a general, the emperor needed him to teach Alexander, he could be a scholar.

"Psionic power, don't try to use it at a long distance at the beginning, otherwise it will be very painful to be injured by an inexplicable attack."

The two walked into the room and closed the door.

The Emperor also withdrew his attention, and reassured himself to research a device that could contain the subspace.

"There are many kinds of psionic powers, and I think you should learn to protect yourself first, and then learn how to use them."

Magnus casually picked up a book from Alexander's table, held it in the palm of his hand, and flipped it with his fingertips.

These books are all old books that the emperor used to annotate.

The language is plain, but it can explain the knowledge very thoroughly.

Unlike some books, which are full of technical terms and obscure language, they forcibly explain a formula to highlight the author's level.

"So which way should I learn how to use it now?"

Alexander calmed down and calmed down.

He remembered what the Emperor had said that when using psionic energy, he was a bright spot in subspace.

Many evil forces will fight to extinguish the flames, and only then do they realize how dangerous they are at that time.

"It's like this."

Magnus held out his fingers, and flames, lightning, and vortex pulsed at his fingertips.

Boom!

Alexander's door flew out.

However, before hitting the equipment on the test bench, it hovered steadily in the air.

"Gather your strength, stabilize your strength, and shorten the time you use your psionic energy."

Magnus instructed Alexander on how to control psionic energy, and was distracted by not burning down the room.

It was really a bit of a rush for a while.

Alexander's psionic power far surpassed that of the psionics, and even approached the emperor in size.

At least, Magnus didn't have such a strong psionic power in the first place.

During the last moment, there was a thunderclap in the laboratory, and the emperor shook his head.

...

'Your Father has found you, and He will bring you a doomed death, and you can see that you can.' ’

'Say blood to the god of blood!' ’

'Life begins with evolution. ’

'You're not his only one, you can rebel, you can get everything you want. ’

At least, you can live. ’

St. Giles sat on the high platform, listening to the whispers in his ears, and the corners of his mouth raised into a sneer.

From the moment he met Alexander, the inexplicable voices began to continue.

However, he only listened to it as a soundtrack, and through Alexander he saw many things that he had not discovered.

"Leader, people are waiting for you, waiting for you to appear."

The followers of the angels fell on their knees before the temple, their heads bowed deeply.

St. Giles has become the leader of the Bloodline.

Just yesterday, the last mutant colony on the Baal satellite was completely wiped out.

Today is the time for the Bloodline Council, and countless pure-bloods have spontaneously gathered in the majestic amphitheater.

Today, the Lord of Mankind will find his long-lost Son.

St. Giles slowly stretched his pure white wings, and an angelic aura of light appeared above his head.

The whispers disappear.

The angel appeared in the Blood Council, in the eyes of countless pure-bloods, to begin his speech.

The Barr who has experienced the vicissitudes of the sea, the Bal people who have been ravaged by the radiation virus.

They drove out the aliens and exterminated the mutants.

They spent the years of Ru Mao's blood struggling to survive.

They will embrace the future with peace.

The blue-wispred Blood warriors and pure-blooded Bal people looked at the tall angels with red eyes.

They are no longer beggars from this point on, and they are no longer pathetic people who have lost their dominance over their home planet.

St. Giles has given the people of Bar a true soul and a faith that is more precious than hope.

A golden light shone, and the emperor strode into the array of the Bal people.

He was accompanied by a red-skinned man as tall as an angel.

Incomparably wild spiritual energy burst out from the bodies of the two of them.

The golden light of heaven fell from the sky, and the radiation dust piled up and sank into the ground.

The atmosphere on the moon of Bal-Secandus is rapidly purifying, and pure rain is being sprinkled on the earth.

This dying planet for humanity has finally come to life again.

The speech was pushed to a climax with the appearance of the emperor, and the excited shouts of the people were like a tsunami, and a stream of fresh air appeared in their nostrils for a long time.

Under the gaze of countless Bal people, a young angel descended from the golden light of heaven.

They realize that their leader is finally no longer like the wandering Bal people of the past, and that the angels have met their own kindred, and they are no longer alone.

"Alexander, my brother."

St. Giles was taller than his hands, embracing Alexander, who also had white wings.

At this moment, St. Giles dispelled the loneliness and blood anger in his heart, and ushered in the long-lost warmth and kindness.

The angel leaped down from the platform with his wings flapping, his broad wings allowing him to soar high in the sky.

St. Giles carried Alexander to the Emperor, among the countless pure-blooded Bals.

He carefully lowered the young angel in his arms and knelt down to face the emperor.

"Father."

Crystal tears fell from the cheeks of St. Giles into the dust, and where they were sprinkled, snow-white flowers bloomed in the barren land of Bal-Secandus.

"Get up, St. Giles, my son."

The Emperor held St. Giles on the shoulders and stared at his face.

At this moment, the emperor did not have any doubts about the perfection of St. Giles, as Alexander remembered.