"The planet has been completely destroyed, and no matter which angel they worship, it is meaningless."

"What's more, tracing back to the roots is still an alien belief, which is even more of a reference value."

Saint Lies' face showed a look that had nothing to do with me, but he did not take his eyes off the relief.

Two of Bal's three planets have been completely destroyed, and the humans on one of the moons have been killed by mutants and aliens for a long time.

Without his arrival, a galaxy like Baal, which is classified as a savage world, would not have been visited by the Imperial fleet, which is why he returned to the Empire so late.

It can be said that without the existence of St. Giles, all human civilizations in the Baal system would have perished, witnessing such a tragic Baal, how St. Giles does not care about the culture on this planet.

If the Bal people were selected to participate in the Astarte transformation operation, then these people were his heirs, so how could they not take it to heart.

But St. Giles has always lived alone, bearing everything alone, and has not been in the habit of sharing the burden with others.

"Indeed, what's the point of a civil war until all mankind is dead."

Magnus directly reveals the truth about Baal's destruction.

He pretended not to notice the obvious stunned figure of St. Giles behind him, and continued to use the special equipment on his wrist to scan the relief models up close, recording the graphic materials of these murals.

"But I still have one more thing to correct you, these murals are not alien cultures, but the last remaining cultural and historical materials of humans on this heavenly star."

Magnus pretended to be patient and rigorous in explaining to St. Giles, and added a heart-wrenching sentence.

St. Giles reacted that Magnus meant that he didn't trust his brother.

His face froze, and he strode over to Alexander's side and said viciously.

"You started the question, tell me what you think."

"If you don't understand, huh."

St. Giles shifted the conflict, and reached out his hands to Alexander who was floating in the air, making a gesture to catch him.

Anyway, his own person has completely collapsed here in Alexander, so he simply doesn't pretend.

"I think that the two angels mentioned here are not really the opposition of two angels, but the two states of angels."

Alexander's wings were filled with psionic energy, dodging around St. Giles's body.

He didn't like the black-and-white dualism of good and evil between the two angels.

Whoever says that he is holy and handsome, then his heart must be innocent and kind, born with God.

Look at St. Giles, he cut it and maybe it's still dark inside.

"Think about it, what are you like in the hearts of the Bal people?"

"Is it the heart of the golden angel inside, and the wrist of the dark angel outside."

Alexander floated to St. Giles and whispered in his ear, and in an instant came to the other side.

St. Giles lowered his hand and thoughtfully recalled his memories of the battle at the Bal Moon.

He is not a real 'angel' or 'saint' after all, he also has his own thoughts, and St. Giles is also wondering what he thinks in the hearts of future heirs.

"You can try to find the story they wrote for you, maybe that's what the Bal people think of you best."

Alexander had in mind a Baal mythology that recorded the scene of St. Giles' first outburst of blood rage.

It was the first time the Blooddmen had seen St. Giles really angry, and when Bloodrage manifested on him, St. Giles treated mutants like a dark angel with a black rage.

And St. Giles is as merciful as a golden angel when dealing with pure-blooded Bal humans.

Just as his enemy, my hero.

In fact, from the point of view of tracing the origin, it is really possible that the black anger that erupted from the future Holy Blood Angel warriors was not from the blood of St. Giles, but the inheritance of their local culture, which was stimulated by the death of St. Giles.

A large part of the obvious see-saw between redemption and depravity on the planet Baal is due to the direct effects of Baal's harsh natural environment.

Thus the Angels of the Holy Blood were shaped not only by the temperament and behavior of St. Giles, but also by their home world.

This is also a reference route when Alexander and Magnus later set out to address the shortcomings of the Angels of the Holy Blood.

"Alright, let's go." Magnus interrupted them.

He had scanned all the mural walls in the hall on the first floor and preserved them, and by the way, he also took the time to find out if there were any hidden compartments, but unfortunately he didn't find anything.

"Okay, you've passed."

St. Giles shook his mind from his memories and watched as Alexander did not move for a long time.

"How?" Alexander was a little hairy.

St. Giles frowned and said, "Don't get too close to the demon in the future, now you feel like a demon whispering when you speak, inexplicably inducing others to follow your train of thought." ”

"Hey, you're here."

Alexander was about to explain.

St. Giles turned and walked up the stairs to the second floor, ignoring the shouts behind him.

"Yes, it's like a demon whispering?"

Alexander was really a little suspicious of himself, and quickly stretched his wings and chased after him.

"Okay, dare to ask, you really haven't been beaten." ’

Magnus had too much say in this matter, and hurriedly used psionic communication to stop Alexander.

The trio's psionic communication network is closer to stable and more imperceptible, and St. Giles can also stumble to communicate.

In fact, before Alexander returned to the empire, there were basically no people or ordinary institutions in the entire empire who dared to study the power of subspace.

Even the Starwhisperers and Navigators need to be certified before they can be used properly, let alone have direct contact with subspace gods like Alexander.

Magnus wanted to study the knowledge of subspace quietly before he came into contact with Alexander, and he was not without criticism for this.

Say, what just happened. ’

St. Giles followed Magnus with a blank face, helping him collect the information in this lighthouse and check if there was any hidden grid.

He planned to wait for Magnus to finish collecting and organizing, and then make a copy of it for Barr, after all, it belonged to their cultural heritage.

St. Giles did not explain whether he believed in Magnus or not, and the topic could not be explained at all, or even brought up.

It's like suspicion begins, the charges are convicted, and no matter how the explanation is, it pales in comparison.

'Is it one of the four ancient beings of subspace who has descended into the material world, what else can there be?' ’

Alexander also flew over to help carry the books in the dark grid with his psionic energy, and saw if there was anything new.

For a while, the three of them seemed to get along very well.

'Pretend, you're all so tacit that you don't have to use words to communicate. ’

St. Giles didn't believe it at all, and he saw everything he did on the battlefield.

"yes, just be honest, we can help cover when we get back." ’

Magnus reached into the psionic portal and placed the various items in the dark grid at the intersection, waiting for the Space Marines to carry them back to the starship.

"Just put this at the intersection."

It's obviously not the first time Magnus has done something like this, and he knows how to command loudly.

It's nothing, and it's the first time I've seen Him, so it feels weird. ’

Alexander remembered the situation on the battlefield and added: 'Didn't you see that he kicked me?' ’

'Are you really okay?' ’

St. Giles was putting down the book just as he happened to catch Alexander.

'Not really. ’

Alexander tugged at his hand and shook his head.

He really didn't know why the abuse caused him to get drunk.

As for the last sentence, except for the blood sacrifice to the blood god, he didn't hear what was behind it.

This makes Alexander how to explain.

'Are you sure?' ’

The corners of St. Giles' eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were very sharp.

"Uh-huh."

Alexander nodded obediently.