"No response?"

Alexander sent out a series of psionic resonances through several nodes, but he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

"yes, it didn't happen, I just asked you to try to send out a psionic operation circuit at the same frequency."

"You don't think you can skip basic training and run thousands or even tens of thousands of brain circuit nodes."

With a smile on his face, the Emperor switched to another nodal circuit projected by the servo skull.

Alexander rolled his eyes and ignored him, continuing to follow the instructions of the next projection.

From a few nodes at the beginning, to hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, or even tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands of brain circuit nodes.

Alexander took only a few hours.

And in the process, he has learned and memorized many frameworks and basic models for the use of psionic energy systems.

Even if he didn't know the underlying logic of psionic power, there was no doubt that Alexander was already a qualified psionic power user.

"Father, what's wrong with Alexander?"

St. Giles jumped up from the couch like lightning, spread his wings and crept to the emperor without making a sound.

"This little guy trained for hours on end, and he fainted from exhaustion."

The Emperor clumsily supported the sleeping Alexander in both hands, and carefully placed him on the large bed in his private room.

"He slept when he arrived in the Baal system, and he has been able to hold on until now, and his energy is really strong."

Magnus grabbed the head of the bed and reached out to brush Alexander's messy hair on his forehead.

The last time he looked at Alexander like this, the man standing next to him was Roger Dorne, the brother who couldn't talk and couldn't quite accept psionic powers, compared to St. Giles today.

Magnus felt that he still had a lot of hope for his other brothers who had not yet returned.

"Well, be good when he's asleep."

Magnus saw the emperor turn away, secretly pinched Alexander's soft cheek, and motioned for St. Giles to come and try it too.

St. Giles was obviously moved when he saw this scene, but when he noticed the emperor's footsteps, he immediately shook his head at Magnus with a serious face, and he must not refuse in such a gesture.

"Alright, don't bother him yet, you guys come out and talk."

The Emperor walked out of the room lightly, his voice low as he spoke.

"Good father."

Magnus whispered in response, withdrew his hand and stood up to pull St. Giles.

"Shh~"

St. Giles tiptoed to Alexander's bedside, got down on one knee and tugged at the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek, flicked his lips, and tugged at his soft ears.

"Let's go."

St. Giles quickly completed a flurry of moves.

He walked out of the room with a solemn face as if nothing had happened under Magnus's stunned gaze, and closed the door softly.

"This..."

Magnus stretched out his hand and pointed to the door, choking for a moment.

He knew that St. Giles's personality was extremely inconsistent with his appearance, but he didn't expect it to be so unacceptable...

Forget it, in case St. Giles can detect it.

"Father."

St. Giles stepped out of the room first, and Magnus followed closely behind and whispered a greeting to the emperor who was sitting on the sofa.

"Alright, let's sit down first."

The Emperor gestured to the thick couch and motioned for the two to sit down.

"Magnus, the next place you will go to is the planet Barbarus, where you will meet another brother who is watched by the evil god, Motarian."

"Of course, it is Alexander's mission to pick him up, and along the way, you need to follow the orders, clean up the subspace polluted planets along the way, and cooperate with other legions."

"No problem, but what's the matter with that evil god?"

Magnus has no objection to the current arrangement.

Magnus actually prefers to clean up the subspace pollution rather than cleaning up the aliens, and this kind of task is a double success for him, which can not only study the subspace, but also cultivate Alexander's psionic energy, making him more interested in the Thousand Sons Army.

"An evil god full of viruses spreading diseases, that great demon's backbone is from his power."

The Emperor propped his chin and used his psionic powers to once again foresee whether Alexander's forward timeline was in danger.

However, the frequently beating pictures and perceptions do not show any special anomalies.

"You should be careful along the way, and don't blindly let the existence of danger exist for the sake of experimentation after discovering psionics."

The Emperor made a point of mentioning Magnus, this guy has a precedent.

"I know, I listen to Alexander."

Magnus could see that Alexander was more radical than he was, and repeatedly assured the emperor.

"Hmm."

The emperor turned his head to look at St. Giles, who was eagerly waiting for the mission: "At present, the main task of the Ninth Army is to adjust the morale of the army and expand the army, and to coordinate sufficient troops as soon as possible to participate in the Great Expedition. ”

"Yes, father."

Saint Giles's face softened a lot, and he asked tentatively, "I want to directly select the Blood Warriors and Pure-Blood Bal Warriors on the Baal Moons to participate in the transformation of the Star Marines." ”

"No problem, as long as you pass the inspection and basic physical fitness selection, I will fully support your legion's space soldier transformation surgery."

The emperor immediately agreed.

As a relatively stable veteran of the Terra descent, blood thirst began to occur due to the severity of the war, and became more and more frequent.

If warriors from the Baal moons were to be selected on a large scale, the problem of blood thirst would be rapidly expanded.

This was an inevitable situation that the Emperor perceived through Alexander's memories, but it was a due price to take care of St. Giles's mood and the forces that were urgently needed for the Great Expedition.

To select adult warriors for space warrior transformation surgery, it is necessary to eliminate the method of cultivating space warrior superhuman organs with biological wet parts and then transplanting them, and instead directly carry out secondary development and cultivation of organs in the adult warrior's body.

The emperor has prepared in advance, the materials and equipment for the so-called blood coffin transformation surgery.

"I will arrange for Konstantin Valdo to deliver to you the supplies and equipment needed for the Space Marine's transformation surgery."

"The Ninth Legion also has its own transformation surgery, and you can choose for yourself."

The emperor thought about it carefully, and explained to St. Giles the difference between the blood coffin transformation surgery and the ordinary space soldier transformation surgery, as well as the impact of the soldiers' personal experiences on the transformation.

"Father, I understand that this is a price that must be paid, and I will explain it to the warriors and let them make their own choices."

St. Giles was by no means an indecisive, benevolent and cowardly Madonna, he was first and foremost a warrior, a commander, and secondly what people call him, an 'angel'. ”

It's not that he doesn't trust veterans from Terra, but he doesn't want to abandon the warriors who have been fighting by his side for a long time.