'Okay, your mouth is so hard. ’

St. Giles let go of his hand, his voice communicating in psionic energy, and it sounded like he was gritting his teeth.

Originally, St. Giles knew that the first person to pay attention to the abuse was himself, but he just didn't understand why he turned to Alexandria halfway.

This was the concern of one of the four ancient beings, and he couldn't imagine how dangerous it was, he really cared about Alexander's safety and had no other thoughts.

The three of them unconsciously came to the top floor of the Wangting Lighthouse, which was still intact, and the dark compartment of the entire building was swept away.

It can be said that the contents of the secret compartment, in addition to books and books, are either secret compartments used to transmit messages, which hide secret messages passed between young men and women.

"It's strange, I'm starting to wonder if this building is an orbital tower or not, and why there is no other thing to store."

Magnus patted each other with both hands, he didn't bother Alexander not to say, there was a chance to get along in the future.

Alexander faces the last room, and can see the dark red streamer flickering inside.

"Can you feel the atmosphere of subspace?"

Alexander faced St. Giles: "Remember this feeling, when this breath appears, it means that there must be subspace creatures around. ”

Alexander knew that the Great Demon Kabanha would make a comeback, and he would not forget St. Giles.

Fear of abuse was chosen by St. Giles, and the emperor was nearby, and he dared to come, so what else did he dare not do.

"Breath? Do you mean the inexplicable smell of blood, or the restlessness that comes from the blood. ”

St. Giles closed his eyes and felt his physical state.

He has not yet been formally exposed to psionic knowledge, but the stimuli of the external environment will inevitably cause his own reactions, so St. Giles will remember the instincts of the body as a warning.

However, sometimes it can cause the same sensory stimulation in combat, so it doesn't seem accurate.

Magnus quietly shook his head at Alexander, psionics keeping the link, so he tried to use body language.

The emperor did not approve the opening of psionic knowledge, and Alexander was criticized for spreading it without permission.

"When I go back and find you some books on psionic knowledge, when the time comes, with your feelings today, you will naturally understand what the breath of subspace is."

Alexander doesn't care about this, anyway, he doesn't have a lot of debts, he is beaten if he commits something once, and he is beaten if he commits it twice, which is equivalent to earning.

Besides, think tank training will be opened soon, and what is the use of firmly locking up knowledge.

There is no reason to guard against one's own people.

"Okay, let me get a closer look at the atmosphere of subspace."

St. Giles was the first to enter the room.

He knows that he will not fall before his fate comes, so he likes to be the first to face the unknown, face the danger, and let his brothers stand behind him.

The final room was an office hall, which was very empty, the luxurious furniture was almost rotten, and the subspace crack was in the middle of the hall.

"There's an energy source that supports the rift and doesn't let it close on its own."

Magnus stood in front of the fissure, which was only more than three meters wide of his hair, and he tried to reach out to touch it, but he shrank back as if suddenly stabbed by lightning.

"Don't get too close, the spatial passage will cut anything."

Magnus stretched out his hand to stop St. Giles' footsteps, and the two stood two or three meters apart.

"The kind of energy you're talking about, I think it's supposed to be."

As soon as Alexander entered the room, he felt a faint bright spot in the wall.

So he reached out and tapped it twice with his knuckles, listening to the sound that it was solid, but there was a special energy fluctuation.

So Alexander gathered the psionic energy on his fingertips to form a dot, and opened the psionic teleportation channel with a stroke of his hand to take out the items stored inside.

"A pistol?"

Magnus walked over and looked down at the weapon Alexander was carrying, its shape was clearly not from the aesthetic style of the Empire, giving it a rough and brutal aesthetic with a delicate aesthetic.

In Alexander's opinion, it resembled a large revolver, but the magazine could not be opened.

The barrel of the gun is entwined with twenty-three bright blue lines, and the caliber is so large that it can almost fit its own unarmored fist into it.

"Do you want to shoot it?"

Alexander jumped to the test with his gun.

He didn't wash the subspace power attached to the pistol, and directly raised his hand to aim at the gilded and colorful glass window.

Smack.

The fingertip pulled the trigger, but the muzzle did not react, so he took advantage of the situation to withdraw his hand.

"Don't."

Magnus was terrified.

He hurriedly rushed up and held Alexander's hand, controlling and continuing to point the muzzle of the gun out the window.

"You don't think I'm trying to see what's in the muzzle."

Alexander smiled: "Don't worry, there is no response." ”

"I forgot that I studied mechanical engineering, so I guess the firing mechanism inside didn't open."

Magnus didn't care about that, he still grabbed Alexander's hand and didn't let him finger at him.

The Thousand Sons Legion of many archaeological sites know a truth very well, the older and stranger the firearm, the stronger the firepower, even exaggerated.

"Does St. Giles remember that feeling?"

Alexander didn't resist, and turned his head to look at St. Giles standing next to the subspace rift.

He couldn't use psionic penetration to parse the inside of the pistol right now, and if it caused the rift to disappear, wouldn't he lose the opportunity to get a closer look at the subspace teleportation channel.

"Eliminate it, I'm a little sick to the smell."

St. Giles stood for a few minutes, took note of the so-called smell, and then walked to the window.

"Then I'll try to close the passage."

Alexander was able to clear the anchor point with psionic overlay, so he used psionic energy to clear the stabilizer, which was the gun in his hand.

But as soon as the psionic energy spread to the pistol, Alexander felt as if he had been sucked into a big puff by something.

In the next moment, the blue coil at the barrel of the pistol brightened layer by layer, making the aura on St. Giles' wings seem a little dim.

A thrill that made the hairs of all three people present stand on end, and the surrounding light quickly converged on the muzzle of the gun.

Zizizi~Boom!

Pillars of brilliant blue light erupted from the top of the lighthouse until they pierced the atmosphere into the depths of space.

The three of them were stimulated by a huge sonic boom, and their ears rumbled and hissed.

"What is this? So powerful. ”

St. Giles shouted loudly, he had just almost rushed over to pounce on Alexander.

"I don't know, this thing was drawn in a lot of the moment it first came into contact with psionic energy."

Alexander's ears were still ringing, and he didn't feel himself responding loudly.

As a faint wisp of green smoke drifted from the muzzle of the gun, Alexander noticed that his wrist was still being held down by Magnus.

"Take it easy and slowly let go of your hands."

Magnus carefully shoved away Alexander's fingers on the trigger with his fingertips, took the gun in the palm of his hand with both hands, and did not dare to use any more psionic powers.

"St. Giles, you go out and ask someone to take the materials from the lighthouse, and we will now return in a warplane."

Magnus was still conscious and immediately arranged everything.

When the three of them came back to their senses one after another, a circular hole nearly a meter in diameter was revealed in the gilded glass, and the glass at its opening had melted and reddened, and was sliding down the dazzling window.