"Wait, I'm not alone, Magnus is still behind, we have important information."

Alexander waved his other hand behind him.

Everyone looked behind them, only to notice that there was a tall primordial in the distance.

Since the Emperor had told Magnus to avoid the other legions, he did not choose to fly with psionic energy, but walked through the blockade of the Ninth Legion step by step.

However, the Ninth Legion was about to face the creatures of the subspace, and Alexander did not know the significance of his actions, presumably as a reflection of his strict character, which simply adhered to his father's dogma.

Hearing the information, St. Giles and the commander of the first company of the Ninth Army, Michel Lalloren, also immediately paid attention.

"Magnus, thank you for the information."

"Let's go, let's go to the headquarters."

St. Giles took Magnus's hand and greeted him with a gesture of the brotherhood of the Bal Bloods.

The provisional headquarters of the Ninth Legion, already carved and decorated to the liking of St. Giles.

The walls are covered with elaborate reliefs and patterns of angelic wings, but the Blood Angel's iconic Blood Tears gem does not appear.

"My brother, do you know what the enemy you are about to face?"

"It's demons, real demons, creatures from the subspace, an alternative alien."

Magnus pressed the device on his wrist, projecting the horns on the top of his head, his skin was red, and his body was even burning with flames to terrorize the demon.

Alexander's eyes are wide open, an alternative alien? This seems to make sense.

St. Giles stroked his chin and nodded, he didn't seem surprised when he saw the emperor's might.

Michelle Raldoren, the company commander from Terra, was a little dazed, his eyes swept over the faces of Alexander and Magnus, and seeing that they were already surprised, he couldn't help but listen patiently.

"These demonic aliens have passed through the subspace passages left behind in the unknown era, and are arriving in Bal-Prim one after another."

"They have no strategic purpose, only one goal, which is to turn the places they pass through into a sea of war."

Magnus took on the role of a staff officer and shared his analysis of the current situation with St. Giles and the Ninth Legion.

St. Giles tapped his index finger on the table: "That is to say, our strategic goal is to close this passage, otherwise the enemy will continue to arrive on this planet." ”

"We have only 10,000 Space Marines in our army, and it is impossible to fight a war of attrition," Michel Raldoren revealed to the crowd the actual strength of the Ninth Legion.

St. Giles knew very well that this was a trial, a battle of proof of his return to the Empire, which could only be won and not defeated.

"This passage must be closed, or not only an endless stream of demons, but also the curse attached to them, will completely corrupt Bar-Prime."

Seeing that St. Giles was only concerned with destroying the enemy, Alexander had to open his mouth and add to them.

"Isn't this your future conscription, if it is corrupted, the mutation of genetic seeds will continue to increase, and various problems will be revealed."

Alexander looked at St. Giles and whispered, "It's like, blood thirst." ”

"What Alexander is saying is by no means alarmist, he is well versed in the engineering of the genetic modification of the Space Marine, as well as the surgery of the Space Marine's organ modification."

Magnus offered to fill in Alexander's identity information, increasing the importance of these words in St. Giles's heart.

He knows better than anyone the actual threat of subspace, the flesh mutation of the Thousand Sons Legion, and the flaws hidden in each legion, all have the presence of subspace power.

Not revealing information about the resurrection of psionic and demonic abilities to the Ninth Legion is because they will be the basis for the great expansion of the Holy Blood Angel Legion.

"Michelle, revise the strategic objective to cleanse this planet of the curse."

St. Giles looked at the company commander, Michelle, and motioned for him to relay the message to the squads.

Then St. Giles looked solemnly at Magnus: "Then who will close this passage, and who has the ability to close this passage?" ”

Magnus did not answer him, but looked at Alexander, who was sitting on a chair with his feet on the ground.

"I think I should be able to."

Alexander silently raised his hand.

However, he seemed to be a little unsure, and confirmed with Magnus again.

"Break it, destabilize the channel, and let it recover on its own, right?"

"In principle, it is feasible, but it needs to be further determined."

Magnus nodded and then shook his head, his character was to make no guarantees until he had been experimentally demonstrated.

"Okay, that's it, I'll destroy the subspace passage."

Alexander clenched his fist and hammered the table, which was a formal decision.

Even if they make a decision now, they are not afraid of risking their lives, and the fleet is in satellite synchronous orbit, and this is where the confidence lies.

Moreover, using Alexander as the spear tip to advance can also effectively reduce the battle losses of the Ninth Army.

"Magnus, are you sure Alexander will carry out this mission?"

St. Giles frowned and looked at Magnus, as if to ask what are you doing.

"Magnus is not involved in this operation, he is here to study the demons and find their weaknesses so that the ordinary forces of the empire can also destroy them."

"In addition, St. Giles don't underestimate my strength, I'm strong."

Alexander helped Magnus explain, and showed his strength with his fists that broke through the air.

However, the calves bobbing in the chair made of the genetic prototype made St. Giles look unconvincing.

"Alright, then I'll be responsible for holding them back and creating an opportunity for you to destroy the subspace passage."

St. Giles was still a little skeptical, but he agreed with Alexander's decision for the time being.

They all have wings, are far more mobile than Space Marines, and can be fully improvisable on the battlefield.

If something really happens, St. Giles will also fight for his life to save Alexander, he has predicted that he will not die here, which means that he will not be in danger of death no matter how he fights.

At the same moment as the meeting took place, countless armies of demonic demons poured out of the subspace passages.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull!"

"O Blood God! Witness to me!! ”

"I will bring endless war to this world."

The bloodthirsty demon Kabanha tore through the subspace passages, armed with a great axe and whip, and raised his head to let out a terrifying battle cry into the world.

"Do you feel it?

St. Giles suddenly stood up from his chair.

Almost as soon as Kabanha entered the material world, a little blue flame oozed from his wings, but it was quickly extinguished.

"The commander of the Blood Legion, it is the Great Demon who has descended."

"Thirteen meters tall, with wings on his back and able to fly, weapons such as axes and whips, and a demon who is not much weaker than him."

Magnus had a brief preknowledge through psionic powers, seeing only a moment of battle on the battlefield, but still capturing a lot of information.

In the picture, St. Giles is fighting the Great Demon while Alexander is entangled by another demon.

"Michelle, inform the legion to leave, and the local battlefield is still deployed by you."

St. Giles calmly gave the order to fight.

He has just returned to the Empire, and he is not yet familiar with the fighting style of the Space Marines, and how to do local battles needs to be assisted by the company commander.

However, after only one or two wars, St. Giles will soon be able to master the rhythm of the Space Marines.

"My children, war is at hand, and this time we will face the devil."

St. Giles' voice resounded through the internal communications of every Space Marine.

The words from the genetic prototype caused the blood of many holy blood angels to surge and their hearts surge.

"For the Emperor! Till death rest! ”

The sons of St. Giles responded with a unified word to their genetic father.