The Bals stared at the Emperor with burning eyes, and they did not kneel to the Emperor like St. Giles.

They inherited the power of St. Giles, but also the noble souls of angels.

The Emperor stood with St. Giles, his gaze crossing the faces of the Blood warriors and the Bals in the amphitheater.

"They are the best warriors, the angels of the empire."

The emperor gave high praise to the Bal people.

This meant that the Empire had officially incorporated this place into its territory.

In the dazzling sunlight that dispelled the haze and dust, the Ninth Legion welcomed back their primordial form, the father of their genes.

Tens of thousands of Space Marines will descend from the sky aboard Thunderhawk fighters, and they will bless the warriors of Baal with pure and precious genetic seeds.

Space marines will build infrastructure here and select young children to serve as the home planet of the Ninth Legion as a conscription planet.

"Let's go, Father has put us in charge of transforming the ecology of this planet."

Magnus came to Alexander's side.

Radioactive fallout has not been completely removed, and viruses and chemical toxins have to be dealt with in a timely manner.

The Thousand Sons sent more than 300 Space Marines to land on this satellite, specifically tasked with detecting whether there were any remnants of psionic events.

"I thought we'd have a lot to say, but it seems that my father would prefer to talk to St. Giles alone."

Alexander watched the Emperor walk into the Blood Council Chamber.

The angel and his followers spontaneously followed in the footsteps of the Emperor of God.

Magnus was not surprised by this scene at all, and slowly tore apart the material world with his psionic energy in front of Alexander.

"Psionic teleportation, an interesting ability."

Alexander turned and walked into the psionic material.

In just a few hours, buildings rose from the ground in Bar-Secandus.

Countless engineering equipment has been put on the Grand Fleet, and the mortal auxiliary army is a professional construction team.

Space Marines landed on a large scale, sweeping the entire Baal moon like a fine sieve.

This is a complete clean-up, and even the aliens hidden in the abandoned mine tunnels are found out and killed on the spot.

Alexander's figure flickered above the atmosphere, like dish soap dripping in oil, emptying the atmosphere of dirt in an instant.

The troops of the Fourteenth Legion have arrived on the surface and are putting the finishing touches on the decontamination of the entire planet.

The miraculous power of the Empire has convinced all pure-bloods of the Bal, who have endured the harsh conditions of thousands of years and hundreds of generations, and have been completely transformed in just a few hours.

"Magnus, I'm going to that planet."

Alexander finished his task and sat on the top of the mountain, pointing to the main star of Baal, and the wind and snow blew his robes grinning.

No primordial species have landed on that desert planet, and it is still occupied by aliens, mutants, and mutants.

But now, the planet smells of disgusting blood, and the smoked Alexander is distraught.

"You smell that disgusting smell too?"

Magnus fanned his nose.

Ever since they landed on the surface of the Baal Moon, the smell of subspace has begun to spread around.

"I have a desire to destroy it completely, and I can't contain it."

Alexander shook his head.

"No, maybe it's a trap."

This feeling was a gratuitous idea, but Alexander didn't think it would be dangerous.

The emperor is next to him, what else can they do.

Besides, with his current strength, he is not far behind Roger Dorn.

"Magnus, why don't we go up and take a look, anyway, father, they won't be able to talk for a while."

Alexander got up and patted the snowflakes on his body, and his right hand clenched into a fist Psionic energy instantly tore through the space.

"Just, give me armor."

Alexander returned to the Emperor's Dream, and Shinichi's armor was taken back by the Emperor and has not yet returned.

However, the forbidden army has prepared many sizes of Yaojin power armor in advance, which can be provided to His Highness the eldest son at any time.

"Your Highness, do you need to mobilize the combat team, the Thunder Warriors are also currently on standby on the flagship."

Justin commanded his servants to assist Alexander in his armor piercing, and various weapon cases were carried out.

Alexander was teleported directly to the Radiance, the flagship of the Thousand Sons Legion, with Magnus, and was able to enter the Imperial Dream by Thunderhawk aircraft.

As soon as he returned, he had to wear armor, and Justin had to report it to the commander of the Praetorian Army, Konstantin Valdo, in advance.

"Kabu Eric is there too? Inform the Thunder Warriors and let them land on the main planet of Baal together. ”

After waiting for so long, it's time to see the true power of the Thunder Warriors.

The Yaojin Power Armor was transformed into a modular outfit by the Emperor, and Alexander jumped off the assembly table and swung his fist.

It feels like there's a slight delay, and it's not as smooth as the real one's armor.

However, it may also be that Alexander's brain growth is too fast, causing his body to not keep up.

"Your Highness, do we inform the other fraternal troops."

The chief of the Garde Guard followed Alexander and asked.

The forbidden army who was on standby beside him immediately walked out of the equipment room to convey orders.

"Inform Konstantin Valdo, tell him that Magnus and I have found an anomaly on the main planet of Baal, and let him command the fleet to cooperate with the airborne mission."

Alexander went to the weapons case and picked out the equipment he wanted to use.

"Your Highness, do you want to inform the troops of the Imperial Fist, Fafnir Rann and Company Commander Danat Lysander, who are currently in command of a fleet of five thousand Space Marines."

Justin was Alexander's Praetorian Guard, overseeing all of his troops.

It's not that Alexander didn't think of such a force, but that it was almost determined to be a subspace event on the main planet of Baal.

In addition to cooperating with the cleanup of aliens and mutants, ordinary Space Marine airborne incidents may cause casualties of excessive scale and meaninglessness in targeted events.

The landlord's family also had no surplus food, and Alexander was not a profligate.

Besides, you haven't formed a curse legion yet.

Magnus had returned to his flagship, changed his armor and prepared to land with the Legion of a Thousand to investigate the source of the disgusting rancid stench.

In this case, the Thousand Sons Legion is the professional force.

"Let the troops of the Fist of the Empire make a forced landing, let Konstantin Valdo decide."

Alexander doesn't like to say everything, and the division of labor and cooperation can last a long time.

Tread, tread

The sound of neat footsteps rang out from outside the gear room.

"Your Highness, letter from the Emperor, tell you to be careful, St. Giles just heard a whisper from subspace."

Konstantin Valdo led a brisk group of Praetorian veterans wearing the armor of the Aquila Terminator.

With the influx of many forbidden troops, the equipment room was a little crowded for a while.

Now that the emperor is not on the flagship, Navaldo is the direct commander of the entire fleet.

"Understood, Waldo is in touch."

Alexander knew that this was definitely the first time he used psionic energy to be tracked by the disgusting things in the subspace.

However, since the emperor did not stop him, it means that everything is under control.

None of the eagles that fly high have grown under their wings.

Now, like the rest of his brothers, Alexander should face the real world outside.