Blood coffin modification surgery.

It is that after the Holy Blood Angel Legion has selected soldiers, it will let the recruits undergo physical training like other legions, and the soldiers who have passed the inspection period will drink a small amount of St. Giles's blood.

After that, the recruits fall into a deep sleep of near-stagnant breathing, where they are transported to the clinic to be implanted with genetic seeds, and finally placed in a special blood coffin coffin for a year to sleep.

During this year, they will be given intravenous doses of mixed nutrients and a fluid called the blood of St. Giles to keep them alive.

They don't need to undergo complicated organ modification surgeries, but develop as quickly as a young St. Giles, growing a set of Astarte's superhuman organs.

The liquid, known as the blood of St. Giles, will allow the recruits to continue dreaming about St. Giles' experiences throughout the year, allowing St. Giles' thoughts and qualities to be passed on to his new offspring.

When these recruits emerge from the blood coffin, they will have the same handsome appearance and powerful body as their own genetic protoplasms, as well as the noble spirit of the archangel.

"Oh, I see."

St. Giles didn't know much about biotechnology and gene technology, and nodded thoughtfully.

But at this moment, the white wings suddenly flickered.

"Wait..."

"One year, what is born in less than a year?"

St. Giles lifted Alexander's hand and hurriedly looked back and forth, his expression incredulous.

"Yes, he's actually less than a year old."

Magnus turned silently, pretending not to see Alexander's eyes asking for help.

"Less than a year old..."

"He's still our brother..."

St. Giles muttered to himself, looked battered, lowered Alexander to the ground, and turned to stand with Magnus and looked into the distance.

However, the eyes of the two will always drift to the sky unconsciously.

Eccentricity, this is eccentricity.

St. Giles and Magnus were thinking the same thing.

"Hey, no, I'm only a year old, but I've been around for a long, long time."

Alexander walked over and poked St. Giles on his wing, only to be pushed aside with a gentle flap.

Normally, these white wings are raised high into the sky, but this time they are rarely half-drooping behind them.

"Magnus, how can you do this, you didn't already know."

Alexander felt so tired that he had to coax his two younger brothers after a fight with the Blood God.

If the other brothers knew about it in the future, wouldn't they have united to overthrow him?

Especially the boss of a certain wolf group, he will definitely do this.

"Forget it, tell me what's going on with that demon on the battlefield."

St. Giles finally couldn't resist the tickling sensation coming from his wings, pushed Alexander's fingers away from the gap between his wings, and stared at him with a serious expression.

"Ahem, let's go to the royal court lighthouse first."

Alexander quietly glanced at Magnus and asked him to open the psionic portal.

Now when Alexander thinks of the manifestations of the terrible man, the image of the emperor holding him down and beating him suddenly appears in his mind.

Although his height of 1.5 meters is tall enough for his age, the emperor has a body size of 4.3 meters, and catching him is not like catching a little chicken.

"Yes, let's go to the Royal Court Lighthouse first."

Magnus hurriedly used the Blade of Anu Ninurta to cut a rift through the air.

He watched the whole battle between Alexander and Sadomasochism, and Magnus, who also studied the power of subspace, observed more carefully than St. Giles who was on the scene.

This is an opportunity to study the four ancient beings in the subspace, and if you don't have a good relationship with Alexander, you won't be sitting on the treasure mountain in the future and you won't be able to take a penny.

"Let's go," Alexander said first of the way.

St. Giles grabbed it, but didn't hold down his slippery form.

"Let's go, don't talk about it here."

'Ahem, we can definitely be observed. ’

Magnus took advantage of the moment he stepped into the teleportation rift and quietly communicated to St. Giles with psionic communication.

When the trio crossed the psionic passage and appeared outside the towering Lighthouse of the Royal Court, the Holy Blood Angel Guards and the Thunder Guards led by Anse El were deploying their defensive lines.

On the other side, Kabu Eric can also be seen in the distance.

Magnuste was trying to avoid the psionic portal they had opened.

"This thing looks like an orbital tower, but it broke off after being attacked, and part of it should be in space."

Magnus leans against the walls of history, and the stone walls strewn with craters that sue for the bloodshed and carnage of the Dark Ages.

"Magnus, can you still feel the presence of the subspace passage?"

Alexander unleashed psionic powers to search the towering lighthouse.

There is a faint subspace aura coming from inside, and the passage should still exist, but it is about to dissipate on its own.

"Just go in and see."

St. Giles put his hands on the huge arch nearly fifteen meters high, and pushed his feet back and forth against the broken stone slabs.

The source of the demons' appearance was in this lighthouse, but they did not leave from the first floor, but poured out directly from the broken windows on the upper floor.

With a bang, several boulders fell from the top of the arch that had not been opened for a long time, and Alexander immediately used his psionic energy to control the stones to slowly lower them to the wall.

"Let's go."

St. Giles didn't worry about being smashed at all, and he had already used internal communications to inform his guards that they would stay outside the perimeter and not enter the lighthouse.

Then St. Giles took the lead and fanned the wind with his hand, raised his wings, and raised a white spiritual light to illuminate the entire hall on the first floor.

The hall, which had not been opened for many years, was covered with a thick layer of dust on the floor, and it creaked when walking on it.

"Alexander, keep up."

Magnus unfolded his psionic power to isolate a space, and by the way, enveloped St. Giles in it, keeping out the air from toxic substances and dust.

'St. Giles, now teach you how to communicate with psionic energy. ’

Magnus did not change his face and used his psionic power to contact St. Giles.

The three of them quietly set up a local area network.

Last time, if it weren't for the proximity, St. Giles would not have eavesdropped on Alexander and Magnus's conversation.

The emperor was so far away, and if he wanted to get in touch, there would inevitably be spiritual energy fluctuations, and at that time, he would naturally know that a fourth person would enter.

Alexander flew high to reveal his position, informed the warriors on the periphery of the three of them, and then spread his wings into the hall.

"There are also two angels on the mural here, and they still look hostile."

Magnus looked at the beautiful relief frescoes with a white aura, trying to decipher the message.

One of the tasks given to the Thousand Sons is to collect the knowledge and culture of various human civilizations, and these reliefs are one of the traces of the existence of the Bal civilization.

St. Giles also stood by and watched the openwork relief, but privately tried to make a sound through the psionic energy.

"This should be a mythical story of the golden angel and the dark angel."

Alexander had a superficial understanding of Barr's culture.

In fact, long before humans ruled Baal, it was inhabited by an unknown alien race, who were influenced by the power of subspace, worshipping a golden angel and a dark angel.

But it is not known whether the angels actually existed or were created because of their worship.

However, when humans rule Baal, protecting the innocent will strengthen the Golden Angels, and when humans succumb to the Black Fury and bring about killing, the Dark Angels will become powerful.

"And guess what, does this planet worship the Golden Angel or the Dark Angel?"

After Alexander told the two of them about the history of the place, he left a question worth pondering.

In particular, Alexander's interpretation of the black wrath is very similar to the blood thirst of St. Giles.