"Alexander."

St. Giles put aside the Space Marines of the Ninth Legion and flew directly over with his wings stretched.

When he landed, he held Alexander behind him to protect him.

"He is one of the four."

Alexander struggled to poke his head out from behind his wings, taking a deep look at the subspace power circulating on the battlefield, not interrupting the terror to absorb these psionic powers.

Magnus has not shown up until now, indicating that the terrorist trip did not have murderous intent towards them.

If there is an anomaly, Alexander can guarantee that the emperor will appear immediately, and even the ashes will be raised to him, so that the Sadist knows who is the master of the material world.

Now that the subspace storm has been expelled, the material world has returned to materialism in a big way.

If the four gods of subspace want to interfere with anything in the material world, they will pay a great price, and their strength will also be greatly limited, so they will choose to work together to corrupt Horus and counterattack the empire.

As for the pollution of the subspace power on this planet, it is a favorable thing for the Ninth Legion to use it as a conscription planet.

"Let the Forbidden Army take you first, the Thunderhawk gunboat is ready."

St. Giles knew what Alexander was talking about Him.

Faced with one of the four most powerful in subspace, St. Giles did not dare to guarantee that he would be able to protect Alexander, but he could guarantee that he would definitely hold back the terrorist.

The Sadist glanced deeply at St. Giles through the blood-red psionic tides, and did not say a word to him or make a movement.

Terrorist felt the presence of the Emperor in space, and he knew very well that the Emperor would not let him touch St. Giles, even if it was infected with the slightest bit of subspace power.

But the purpose of his trip had been achieved.

"No, I was the one who led Him to appear."

Alexander calmed St. Giles' emotions.

Everyone watched as the Sadist absorbed all the subspace power of the entire planet, and his massive body compressed and became smaller, and now he was only a head taller than St. Giles.

"Come on, fight as much as you want."

The sadistic voice was a little cold.

He swung the blade in his hand at will, and began to adjust to the mismatched body.

Kabanha's defeat made the Sadist feel that he had no glory now.

"Back off."

St. Giles somehow couldn't hear any sounds of the sadomasochism.

But when he noticed that the demon in front of him raised his weapon, he reflexively escorted Alexander back, and at the same time raised the Dye Red Blade in his hand.

"Let me go, rest assured, my father is watching us."

Alexander gently patted St. Giles on the wings and slipped out from under his arm.

"Spread out."

Alexander shouted around.

Garsd had returned with his Forbidden Terminator squad, and Duncan Doppler was with him.

Everyone on the field spontaneously stepped back when they heard the order, but the weapons in their hands were not put down.

The Astartes of the Ninth Legion used all kinds of war machines to adjust their muzzles and aim at the only demons on the field.

They spontaneously stood behind Alexander.

It's not hard to imagine what would have been crazy for these people on the field if something really happened to Alexander here.

"Rest assured, St. Giles, the war that belongs to you has been successfully concluded, and now it is mine."

Alexander lifted his chainsaw sword and flew in front of the Horrified.

St. Giles did not stop him, and stood there with his eyes narrowed and looked around wantonly, looking for Magnus.

Didn't you say before the war that Magnus's mission was to protect Alexander, why didn't he show up now, did he dare not appear.

St. Giles secretly stamped this moment in his heart.

Sadist looked down at Alexander's fleeting figure, and he saw a patch of red, the same color as blood.

However, a closer look is quite different.

"I'm not going to kill you here, you need more growth to bring more war."

"You're the same as us."

When God is born and returns to the subspace, He will appear at any time, now or in the future.

When the Sadist looks at Alexander, he discovers that he has only an intermittent past and an unknown present and an uncertain future.

But undoubtedly, time is complete.

This is a newborn, uncertain God.

And Alexander's intermittent past, accompanied by endless wars.

This made him even more favored by the, after all, there is only one god in the subspace who likes war, and it will be boring.

"How long can you survive?"

Alexander activated the chainsaw sword and rushed straight over.

Afraid of abuse, he just wanted to speak, but his face froze.

He frowned and held his breath as he resisted the pungent and disgusting smell of Alexander's chainsaw sword.

No one else might be able to smell it, but the Sadist could clearly smell the putrid stench from Nurgle on the sword, and a few other things.

It may be that the emperor added some new materials when making it.

In just a few moments, Alexander rushed forward to engage in more than a hundred battles with the Sadist, and the sound of single-molecule saw blades cutting and metal colliding was endless.

"Are you okay?"

Alexander asked with concern.

He saw that he had not responded to the fear of abuse, and the heavy chainsaw sword in his hand became more and more relaxed the more he wielded it, and he felt like a lightweight.

And then he felt that the physical strength of the abusive body continued to deteriorate, and he was still a little worried that such a good battle puppet would not work so quickly.

"Okay, until you're exhausted."

Fear and sadism responded with a black face, but he was shocked in his heart.

He felt a very mellow and sincere emotion in Alexander.

It was far more mellow than the emotions of waging a multi-legion war, not to mention that it was only for himself.

Sadist stared at Alexander's figure, trying to take a deep breath of the tempting emotional power, but disgusted by the pungent smell of the chainsaw sword in his hand.

Fearful Sadist immediately understood that this was a specially made equipment made by the emperor, and waved the long knife in his hand with a bitter face, using the power of subspace to wash away the disgusting smell of Nurgle in front of him, and taking advantage of the clean gap to suck the emotions exuded by Alexander.

Alexander noticed that his sadistic feet had not moved as he stood still, and that he had used the same force as himself, and that he had not even attacked beyond himself.

I can't help but sigh again in my heart.

Alexander's swordsmanship grew extremely fast due to his swordsmanship, and he was so rough that it was hard to see compared to the battle he had just fought with Uzur.

In just a few minutes, Alexander launched more than fifty charges, but the more he fought, the more he feared that the abusive would suddenly go offline.

Because Alexander felt that the power of the sadism was becoming more and more impermanent, and his mind seemed to be a little unfocused.

In that state, it was as if it were drunk.

"Ahem, that's the end of the fun."

Hiss-whew!

Sadomasochism took a deep breath before continuing.

"Use your psionic powers to show me the blue flames."

The fear of abuse finally stabilized his mind from his mellow emotions and broke free, only to realize that he had used too much subspace power, and he couldn't even maintain his physical stability.

But He couldn't control Himself at all.

On the battlefield, one side fights with all its might, and the other side indulges in mellow emotions.

They didn't even notice the warriors and St. Giles standing around them, who were looking at them with strange expressions and extremely wrong eyes.