"Use the Baal system as your home planet for recruitment, no problem, I respect your decision."

The Emperor walked through the land where St. Giles lived on Bal-Secandus.

The moon here is unusually pure compared to the other two planets full of subspace power.

This also fully confirms that St. Giles has not been polluted by subspace.

"The moment the Ninth Legion is handed over to you, everything for them will be your responsibility, St. Giles, are you ready?"

The Emperor paused and looked up at the Baal Motherstar, where he felt the ripples of the subspace rift.

"Father, from the moment I met Alexander, I was truly ready."

Before St. Giles unified Bal-Sécandus, he had an exchange with the emperor using psionic powers, and he was at a loss.

Now, before reaching the prophesied death, he is invincible.

"Father, are we just going to let Alexander face the subspace evil god alone?"

St. Giles had changed the armor that the Emperor had made for him, and in his hand he held the spear of his work, which symbolized 'success'.

Since the arrival of the Mortal Auxiliaries on the surface, the infrastructure on the Baal Moons has begun to take shape, and the iconic buildings will be entrusted to the Ninth Legion.

The Ninth Legion has its own ruling system, and issues such as subsequent conscription and governing the planet are also transferred to St. Giles.

"He has his own battles, and you have yours."

The Emperor stretched out his hand and pointed to Baal's other satellite, Baal Plem.

"If you want to use the Baal system as your source of soldiers, then you must thoroughly cleanse this system of all subspace forces, otherwise they will contaminate your genetic seeds."

"Blood thirst, doesn't it accompany you in battle? So it will be with your children. ”

The emperor's tone paused.

"In the same way, my children are like me."

Each genogen has a part of the emperor, and his descendants naturally fully inherit everything about the emperor and its flaws.

The Emperor hadn't even been able to change his own problems, so how could he be expected to help the other Primordials change their character flaws.

So the emperor took Alexander to find St. Giles, the heir who could entrust the empire in his memory.

"Father, I feel that the power on the main planet of Baal comes from the plague of disease, and on the other moon, it may be the cause of the blood thirst in my body."

"Father, do you think I've been affected?"

St. Giles knew why the Emperor was roaming the planet.

Even though the emperor had learned a lot of secrets from Alexander's memories, he still chose to investigate them and make up his mind.

"I've confirmed, no."

The emperor looked directly at St. Giles with a clear conscience, and tried to tell St. Giles not to worry, everything was under control.

But St. Giles looked up with a resolute look in his eyes, and he insisted that the emperor had something to say.

The emperor looked at St. Giles' fierce eyes, he held on for three seconds without saying a word, and turned to walk towards the Thunderhawk gunboat piloted by the forbidden army.

But as he walked, the emperor suddenly thought that if Makado saw the scene between the two of them, he would definitely pat his thigh and say, yes, you two are really the same when you come up with this kind of shaft.

Suddenly, the emperor remembered the name he didn't want to mention, the hero Machado.

"St. Giles, you didn't have wings."

The emperor's angelic heir, with his back to him, finally held back such a sentence.

He had struggled in his heart, he had thought about the future in Alexander's mind, too much change might make everything get out of control again, but if he didn't change it, would the future really be what he wanted?

"Father, I will prove to you that I am pure, that I am an angel of the empire, your angel."

St. Giles stood still and shouted loudly at the emperor's back.

Don't blame others for questioning St. Giles, the tyranny and cruelty of blood thirst is hard not to think of anywhere else.

"Go to Bar Prime, where you're going to have to fight."

The cabin slowly closed, and the emperor's face faded from St. Giles' sight.

The Praetorian Army did not return to the Emperor Dream in the Thunderhawk gunboat, but instead drove the Emperor straight to the main star of Baal.

The energy fluctuations generated by the subspace crack actually alarmed the emperor as early as when the sacrifice began to summon runes to generate.

He'd go see for himself what the disgusting thing under Nurgle's hand was up to.

......

Baal Lord underground, Altar of the Abyss.

A miserable green glow oozed from the cracks in the subspace, and the rotting flies, insects, and rats from the body of the Great Demon of Nurgle had appeared in the material world.

Even if the Space Marines wore a breathing helmet, the inexplicable stench still penetrated deep into their brains.

The fissure had grown to three meters in size over time, but the outstretched claws still looked short and weak.

Alexander wanted to wait for the target to stretch out more before attacking, but now it seems that the sacrificed souls and negative emotions are not enough, and the Great Demon of Nurgle seems to be unable to squeeze in.

"Magnus, should I help it?"

Alexander held a spear of psionic energy like white lightning in his hand, fearing that if he attacked rashly, the Great Demon of Nurgle would not dare to retract again.

Simply take the initiative to tear open the rift in the subspace and let it enter the material world.

"Just decide what you want to do, and I'll protect the Terminator team for you."

Magnus sliced through the raging psionic storm with the Blade of Anu Ninurta in his hand, creating a corridor for the Terminator team to reach the cliff.

"There's also Olmuz and Bukared's squad below, and I'll hand it over to you."

Alexander made up his mind, and while Magnus was nearby, and the emperor was next door, what was he afraid of if he had a big guarantee, he rushed.

"Give me thirty seconds."

Magnus's psionic powers have detected the squad beneath the abyss.

With the psionic energy from Olmuz connected, Magnus swung his neutral weapon to create a psionic teleportation channel.

"Just, retreat with them."

Alexander pats Justher's Aquila Terminator armor.

The limbs exposed by the Great Demon of Nurgle have already emitted a powerful plague and virus, and Magnus has been able to hold on to it only after Magnus has been purified by the psionic stance.

If Alexander takes the initiative to expand the rift in subspace, if Magnus needs to intervene at that time, I am afraid that there is no extra energy to distract them from protecting them, so it is better to withdraw now.

"Your Highness."

Justel still wanted to persevere.

"Go ahead, don't make me repeat it a second time."

Alexander turned to face the center of the altar.

The footsteps faded away until Magnus was left alone at Alexander's side.

"Magnus, what do you say is behind this rift? The back garden of the evil god is still a remote area. ”

Alexander hesitated slightly, remembering that this did not seem to be an unimportant planet, but the conscription planet of St. Giles, and the future home planet of the Ninth Legion.

"Do it, but I suggest you don't rush through the subspace rift."

"I have recorded this summoning rune, I want to experiment, next time we will quietly find a safe planet and try again."

Magnus could finish his sentence as a blinding psionic spear was thrown from Alexander's hand.

The space shattered like a mirror under the huge spiritual power, and the crack in the subspace quickly expanded from a crack into a standard circle.

"Wow, whoa."

An inexplicable exclamation came out of the mouth of the Great Demon of Nurgle, and his ass fell from the subspace into the material world.

After years of erosion on the main planet of Baal, the energy of the subspace rift created by the cultists of the evil gods is too small, and the Great Demon of Nurgle can not even notice this crack himself, and only a small broken tail is exposed when he sits on it.