"Can I go and watch the game? Why don't I try it too? ”

As soon as Alexander mentioned the battle, he was immediately interested.

He's just learned a lot of psionic attack techniques and how to use them, so he shouldn't give them a try.

"No problem, it's just a test anyway, and it just so happens that you can also train your flying skills."

St. Giles replied before Magnus did, without giving him a chance to refute or explain.

"Uh-huh, what time?" Alexander looked at Magnus.

"Then, after the memorial service."

Magnus was a little helpless, but he wasn't afraid.

"By the way, how long did I sleep."

Alexander sat sideways on the couch and picked up the books he had left behind to flip through them.

He didn't know when he had fallen asleep, only that he had a long yawn.

"It's more than four hours."

Magnus glanced at the time.

"Also, my father took your crown away."

He turned his head and noticed that Alexander did not see the familiar ornament on his head, and specially reminded Alexander not to be in a hurry.

"Oh yes, my father said he was going to help me change the size or something."

Alexander's eyes were fixed on the contents of the book, his fingers running around a strand of hair.

He'd just learned enough psionic techniques to use it, and now he'd like to know what the principle is.

If you only use it without knowing the principle, it will appear very rigid and stiff when fighting, and it will be easy for the enemy to seize the weak point and defeat it in one fell swoop.

As soon as the hall fell silent, the Emperor appeared from the hallway with a crown covered in red satin, followed by a servo skull with a flag.

"St. Giles, give you this flag, and raise it at the memorial service."

The Emperor asked the servo skull to give the banner to St. Giles.

The flag has a black undertone, with the golden Imperial Double-Headed Eagle hanging in the sky, and the blood-red flaming Star Marine helmet below, and two bright gold banners distributed under the double-headed eagle and helmet, with the words Sacrifice and Valhalla, respectively.

"Father, does this flag have any meaning?"

St. Giles pinched a corner in each hand and unfurled the flag completely.

The flaming Star Marine helmet does not have the symbol or symbol of the Ninth Legion on it, so how to explain it during the memorial service. St. Giles really didn't understand why it was this way.

"Every warrior who dies in the battle against the demons of the subspace has a chance to enter Valhalla."

The emperor turned his gaze to Alexander.

"Valhalla?" Alexander raised his head and looked into the emperor's eyes.

"Yes, Valhalla."

The Emperor nodded in acknowledgement.

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

Magnus felt like he was being left out again, and couldn't understand what they were talking about.

"Build Valhalla in the subspace, form the forces of the Empire, and we will attack them from within."

Alexander quickly recounted Valhalla's plans.

Gather the Imperial Heroic Spirits wandering in the subspace, awaken their consciousness, open up a second battlefield in the subspace, and even support the material world, but everything is still only a preliminary attempt.

And what Alexander didn't know was that the emperor had awakened the stars that shone around the scorching red sun while he was asleep.

"Can it be done?"

Magnus swallowed.

The appearance of Valhalla can be said to have completely changed death.

But when death is no longer the final destination, it may not be a good thing that people lose the respect they deserve for life.

"Not everyone is eligible to enter Valhalla, and it's part of the plan to ascend to the gods."

The Emperor interrupted Magnus's question.

Death is a silence after all, and not everyone can raise a star in subspace.

The essence of ordinary people's subspace is like a candle before the wind, and all they can bring to the subspace demons is all kinds of complicated emotions.

"It's hard to imagine how much it would have been if this project had succeeded."

St. Giles folded the flag and stared at the flames.

He knew what Valhalla meant.

When death is no longer the end, what about his death?

"Rest assured, the future will definitely get better."

Alexander walked over to St. Giles, rubbing the silky fabric of the flag.

He knew that St. Giles would have foreseen his death, and it was not easy to maintain an optimistic and positive attitude in such a situation.

"Yes, I believe."

The flag was carefully rolled up, and St. Giles placed it in a delicate box, waiting for the moment to open it.

"Alexander, come and open it."

The Emperor lowered his hand holding the red silk to a height that Alexander could reach.

"Father," Alexander had long since noticed what was in the emperor's hand.

Lifting the satin, the golden crown still retains two gold leaves, but a ring of thorny sun grows behind it, indicating that Alexander has experienced battles and will face danger in the future.

Not only that, but Alexander also saw a round of golden light that seemed to be nothing, reflecting brilliant light as the emperor turned his wrist.

"What is this?"

Alexander touched the light wheel behind the leaf with his fingertips.

St. Giles and Magnus were also curious, and gathered around to observe how the crown was different from before.

"You can try to feel it, feel the subspace."

The emperor held the crown up with the tip of his index finger and bent down to carefully place it on top of Alexander's head.

Golden light shone down from the crown, like a bright yellow veil enveloping Alexander.

Alexander closed his eyes and immersed himself in it, feeling a familiar and safe breath.

In the subspace, a halo of golden light rose outside the red sun, and the stars around it fell to the ground like a stream of fire, and the meteorite shell burst open and came out of the flaming red flames.

Alexander also stepped out of the red sun, wearing Shinichi armor and a blood-red cloak.

Many of the Space Marines who appeared in subspace immediately knelt on one knee facing the red sun, stuck their weapons on the ground, and lowered their heads.

'Thou art my gods. ’

He dedicated his life to me. ’

'I will be finely crafted, and forged by the fire of war. ’

'With the fortress of fear, the human gods also defend. ’

'Rise, my son!! ’

The Emperor's voice spread outward through the golden sunhalo, each word solidifying the flames that danced in the helmets of the Space Marines.

The starfire in the subspace once again felt the pull of an inexplicable force, following the emperor's words towards the place where the red sun was and falling to the ground one after another.

The Space Marines gather more and more around the Red Sun until the power of the Golden Sun Halo is exhausted.

"What is your duty?"

Alexander's voice resounded all around, and as far as the eye could see, it was like a spark on fire.

'Show the emperor's will. ’

"What does the emperor mean?"

'We fight to the death. ’

"What is the dead?"

'It is our duty to God. ’

"What is your duty?"

The sanity and memory of the cursed warriors are rapidly returning with the sound of war prayers.