"Are you sure it's this transport?"

Magnus handed the pistol to the Praetorian Guard, and told him to carefully seal it in the weapons case.

After that, he turned his head and repeatedly confirmed whether the Storm Bird transport plane in front of him was the 'Mourning Bird'.

Garsde held the weapon case in one hand and nodded: "My lord ordered, His Highness Alexander returned on the Storm Bird transport plane. ”

"What about us?"

Magnus pointed to himself, and then to St. Giles, who was looking up at the lighthouse.

"Come back with me and go straight to the Imperial Dream." Garsd turned and walked towards the Thunderhawk gunboat.

"Then I'm fine."

Magnus decisively turned back and went to St. Giles.

"Let's go, don't look at it, this tower can only be preserved as a relic, and if you build another orbital tower, you won't choose this kind of place."

"It's just a pity that the entire lighthouse doesn't even have a single intact piece of glass left."

St. Giles ignored Alexander's pleas for help, and was dragged by Magnus to board the Thunderhawk gunboat.

'No, you really don't care about me. ’

Alexander sent a message using psionic communication as he watched as the cabin gates closed coldly and resolutely.

'Don't worry, we'll go back and get you a sniff first.' Magnus gave him a helpless look.

'Don't you have a hard mouth, go on.' ’

St. Giles controls psionic transmissions.

When his psionic energy spread to the 'Mourning Bird', his eyes suddenly became blank, and his heart was inexplicably sad.

St. Giles had seen many deaths in the battle, and he thought that his heart was as solid as stone, but when he calmed down from his frenzy and saw these Astartes who had died in the Ninth Legion, he still couldn't help but be shaken in his heart.

"Is this the power of the bloodline?"

St. Giles asked Magnus softly.

Although he didn't get along with these warriors for long, the power that came from the bloodline was heart-wrenching.

"Yes, the power of the bloodline connects us."

Magnus knew this feeling very well, and the more powerful the spiritual power, the more he could experience the emotions that came from the depths of his blood.

In fact, the Primordials made compromises for the sake of their children, and the Emperor understood them very well, and never gave up on saving them.

Magnus knew that St. Giles could control the psionic energy just now, and he would inevitably uncontrollably expand his perception of emotions, and now this situation is because the psionic energy amplifies St. Giles's perception of the heir, and his heart will definitely not be able to contain the sadness.

"That's what my father said about responsibility, and that's really impressive."

St. Giles suddenly remembered that the emperor had said that he would be responsible for everything they had.

And now, St. Giles really realized that his relationship with the Ninth Legion was by no means a commander and a soldier.

...

"Your Highness."

Kabu Eric led the team on the side, waiting for the transport plane that came to pick them up.

"Kabu Eric, I haven't seen you in months."

"How's the Thunder Warrior troop? Are you recovering well? ”

Alexander took a few deep breaths, not at all dwelling on whether he needed to step on the Mourning Bird transport plane.

Since the emperor arranged it this way, there must be a reason for him, and he can't resist anyway, so it's good to accept it gladly.

Moreover, Alexander felt an extremely strong soul power on the transport plane, which was the power of faith from the depths of subspace.

"We're fine, Your Highness, we're recalling the Thunder Warriors scattered around the universe, but the number may not be too many."

Kabu Eric saw that the era of the Thunder Warriors had passed, and they were content to be short-lived again in the long river of time.

What's more, they themselves know that the transformation of the Thunder Warrior is flawed, and even if it is repaired and stabilized again, it cannot change the essence of the short life in the body.

Unless, there is a more powerful source of power to supply their lives, otherwise why can the Thunder Warriors far surpass the combat power of ordinary Astarte.

"It's understandable, after all, after all such a long time, there are many fighters whose bodies have collapsed on their own."

Alexander had a rough idea of the number of Thunder Warriors to be recalled, and it would certainly not exceed two thousand.

"Your Highness, thank you again for saving us who are dying, at least not letting us die in the stinky ditch at the bottom of the nest."

Kabu Eric held the banner in one hand and bowed his head on one knee as a sign of supreme gratitude to Alexander.

Every word they exchanged could be heard by the Thunder Warriors through internal communications, and they all fell to one knee like their own commanders.

"It doesn't have to be like this, this is what the empire owes to you."

Alexander hurriedly helped up Kabe Eric, the commander of the Thunder Warriors, and at the same time used his spiritual power to hold up nearly 600 Thunder Warriors on the field.

Alexander felt a tremor of emotional power around him, and he even heard uncontrollable sobs and relieved laughter in the phalanx.

After many years, the Thunder Warriors finally felt the Empire's apologies to them, in fact, even if they lied to them and explained perfunctorily, the so-called rebellion would not break out.

How could Usotan not know that the empire could easily exterminate them, but the addition of so many thunder warriors was nothing more than wanting to fight for breath, wanting to die on the battlefield himself, and wanting to hear an explanation in person.

Even if this explanation sounds ridiculous, that's what the Thunder Warriors want.

However, in the end, neither side was able to compromise on the issue, and if Alexander had existed at that time, it is believed that there would never have been a senseless and meaningless battle that would have dissipated the power of the empire.

"My father's will is to save all mankind, and time is pressing, so extraordinary measures were taken at the necessary moment, but I believe that those of you who participated in the Great Expedition will be able to understand at this moment that what happened at that time was definitely not what the Empire wanted to see."

Alexander's voice was amplified a few points so that all the warriors could hear it.

"Yes, those warriors were too desperate to withstand the blow, and they seized the slightest false opportunity to go to extremes, and now they must regret it in retrospect."

"In fact, now that I think about it, if we had gone to various parts of the universe to liberate the human planet, and as a result, there was an accidental rampage on the battlefield, wouldn't it have brought a negative impact on the empire and blocked the progress of the Great Expedition."

Kabu Eric was originally very worried that Alexander would not be able to convince the people, and which of these veterans was not the best among the people, but after this incident, he had no worries in his heart, and his words were relieved.

And more of the Thunder Warriors who have just arrived have a deeper understanding of Alexander's will and what kind of person His Highness will be loyal to in the future.

It can be said that they were very happy with the results.

If the person they will serve next is still a ruthless new commander, they will show that there will be no show on their faces, but they will definitely be detached.

"Relax, there will be a role for you on the stage in the future."

"Especially you, Kabu Eric, I still want you to rule a company of 10,000 people for me, and even be the commander of one of my companies."

Alexander stood on tiptoe and fiddled with the Thunder Warrior's banner, tidying up the folds that didn't exist.

"I will not disappoint Your Highness."

Kabu Eric hurriedly took the flagpole on his side and lowered it as low as he could.

The Thunder Warrior's banner consists of a sky-blue background and six golden lightning bolts, with a pair of white wings in the center and a larger pair of golden wings overlapping and intertwining outward.

Alexander stirred the tassels hanging from the end of the flag with his fingertips, and pushed his palm upwards to signal that Kabu Eric could raise the flagpole.

"When the transport plane arrives, you can go back, and I will look for you."

Alexander no longer let the sacrificed soldiers wait for a long time, and with two orders, he stepped directly on the 'mourning bird' transport plane.