"Michelle Raldoren? I didn't expect to meet you here. ”

When Alexander saw the familiar company commander-level power armor, he immediately hurried to the cabin.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Michel Raldoren straightened up and lowered the blood-stained flannel in her hands.

He, like the rest of the company commanders, was grooming the fallen soldiers, erasing the blood stains from their bodies, cleaning their armor, and preparing the pharmacist to remove the genetic seeds.

"This is the last group of soldiers on the plains battlefield who are about to return, Your Highness doesn't know if you're coming?"

Michelle Lalldoren was a little confused.

"I'll help you."

Alexander is proficient in space soldier transformation surgery, and he is naturally extremely skilled in the skill of pharmacist machines.

"Hello pharmacist, what's your name?"

Alexander turned to say hello to the only busy pharmacist in the cabin.

In this battle, the Space Marines alone lost nearly 3,000 casualties, and the number of wounded was even greater, and the number of apothecaries who relied on only one legion of pharmacists had no time to heal, so the number of apothecaries assigned to collect genetic seeds was even smaller.

"Your Highness, I'm Samuel Collen."

The pharmacist of the Ninth Legion was very surprised, he thought that he would only go to pick up an ordinary soldier or the help of pharmacists from other legions, but he did not expect that the person who came was actually His Highness Alexander.

"Well, keep busy, don't worry about me."

Alexander directly took a set of surgical equipment and brought the two servants to the fallen Space Marine.

The laser scalpel slashed vertically along his chest, and blood beads immediately seeped out along the knife edge, and Alexander accurately and quickly put the gene seed into the culture container and handed it to the servant, turned around and sutured the wound on his body.

The set of actions was smooth, and it also convinced Michel Raldoren that His Royal Highness Alexander could really help them collect genetic seeds.

After the operation, Alexander carefully wiped the blood stains on the soldier's face and chest with a flannel cloth, and his every move was extremely cautious.

"Your Highness, you don't have to be like this."

Michel Raldoorn stood beside Alexander and couldn't help but look moved.

Having a Highness personally grooming many ordinary warriors is as rare and glorious as the Emperor's Manifestation personally taking away the fallen Space Marines.

"Why, you don't like my surgical skills."

Alexander took it upon himself to wipe the blood of his warriors, and then draped him in a thin blanket with gold thread and handed it over to the servants to carry him to the holding room.

"Your Highness, I have no such intention." Michelle waved her hand repeatedly.

Alexander knew what Michelle was trying to convey and explained.

"These are comrades-in-arms who share life and death with me, so why not send them on their last journey."

"Don't worry, I just want them to leave with honor."

Alexander swerved to another metal platform.

Michel Raldoren hesitated a few times, but finally returned to his post to unarm the warriors.

The engine of the Mourning Bird was activated, and Alexander felt only a slight tremor under his feet, but after a while he regained his composure, and he threw himself into the busy side of the fallen soldier.

Even though these Astartes knew that they had died in battle, their bodies were still full of elasticity, and their blood had not congealed for a long time, as if they had just fallen asleep.

Do you feel the power of faith? ’

The Emperor's voice was ethereal through psionic communication.

'Yes Father, I felt like I was thrown into the ocean of warriors' wills, but I didn't really feel them. ’

Alexander could feel the breath of faith, but their source did not point to him, giving people a hazy sense that could not be seen and touched.

Yes, because the forces of faith are converging on me, and I have not received them. ’

The emperor deprived himself of all projections in subspace to prevent the four gods from seizing the opportunity.

As a result, the souls of the fallen soldiers returned to the subspace, like aimless wandering spirits, unable to trace their faith.

And when the emperor sits on the golden throne, he is at the intersection of reality and subspace, so the golden sun will appear in subspace.

Therefore, the more soldiers who died in battle, the stronger the emperor's divinity became, and the colder the golden sun became.

'Father, what can I do to save them. ’

Alexander leaned over to wipe the blood from his eyebrows and stitched up the slightly hideous wound on his face.

However, when Alexander stood up straight, he couldn't help but wipe his fingers lightly, and use his psionic power to heal the flesh and blood of the slender scar.

Listen to their voices in subspace and find their tracks. ’

You can be the source of their faith, just like me, try to receive them. ’

The emperor was suddenly interrupted by something, and the voice quickly drifted away to disconnect from Alexander.

"Listen, search, but how do I receive them?"

Alexander hesitated for a moment, but decided to take out the genetic seeds of the last few warriors first.

With the operation over and the servants carrying out all the genetic seeds for maintenance, Alexander walked alone to his chair and sat down, closing his eyes and feeling the scorching projection of himself in subspace.

In the depths of the originally dark and unusually lonely oppressive space, a round of dormant sun hidden under the haze slowly rose, and bright red beams of light followed the sun's movement to illuminate the tidal sea of filth.

It does not stay in one place forever like the castle palace of the four gods, but begins to rise and fall in a predetermined trajectory under Alexander's control, and all subspace creatures that want to touch this sun will die under the scorching heat.

However, there is such a kind of soul, they are scattered all over the subspace, as time goes by, they are as dim as fireflies, but they are still resolutely flickering with the last rays of light.

But with the appearance of Alexander, those souls that could not resist the erosion of time and were about to wither, seemed to be filled again under the light of the scorching sun, and began to flicker frequently.

They would be starry in the night, illuminating the deep and dark subspace with the movement of the sun, but they did not communicate with Alexander.

"Your Highness, we have arrived."

Michelle Raldoorn nudged Alexander's shoulder to wake him up.

The Stormbird has arrived at the flagship of the Ninth Legion, a Queen of Glory-class battleship awaiting the renaming of St. Giles.

Here they will bid farewell to their fallen comrades, and their remains will be buried in Bar by order.

In reality, however, the warriors' homeland is far away in Terra.

"Let's go."

Alexander slowly stood up, pausing his perception of the subspace.

"Samuel Collen, where are you going to send them?"

The Stormbird's hatch slowly opened, and Alexander didn't go down with Michelle, but looked at the apothecary beside him.

"Hall of Fame, Your Highness, we will hold a memorial service for them there."

Samuel Colan didn't take off his helmet and pushed a metal bed with both hands.

He thought for a moment, then turned sideways and said, "Your Highness, I don't know if you can participate in this memorial service, we will sincerely invite you." ”

"I will."

Alexander looked at the warrior lying on the bed, his originally hideous face had become peaceful at some point.