"Welcome, Imperial Heroes."

Alexander spread his hands, and the hot energy burst out.

The endless subspace power was replenished into the body of every warrior, and the beating flames in the power armor gradually turned into solidified flesh and blood, but what flowed in the veins was not blood, but the scorching psionic energy from Alexander.

"Alexander, Your Highness."

An armored Space Marine, standing up with his weapon in his arms.

As the powerful subspace power infused into his body, the Space Marine's stiff movements quickly became agile.

But at the moment, more Space Marines have not yet recovered from obscurity, and their will has become crippled by time.

"What is this place, and where are our enemies."

A warrior with a great axe seemed to be still immersed in the rage of his life, and it seemed that prayer had not completely awakened his senses.

"This is Valhalla! Heroes, death is my father's last gift. ”

Alexander's figure grew taller, and the red sun behind him could make every warrior who appeared in the area notice him.

"Your Highness, what is our mission?"

A warrior in half-armour, taller than the Praetorian Army, was the first to regain his senses and walk out of the group.

He has built up a sense of self and has begun to analyze his surroundings.

"Tell me, your name."

When Alexander saw his form and armor, he knew that the hero belonged to the Thunder Warriors, but he did not know that he was a sergeant of the Legion.

'I, Archon of the Third Legion of the Thunder Warriors, Kandava Kusrian. ’

The tall warrior took off his helmet, his long golden hair spreading to his shoulders, making him look like a mighty lion, and a shallow scratch at the corner of his eye added a bit of cruelty and cunning to it.

"Kandava Kusrian."

Alexander repeated his name.

The Thunder Warriors also have twenty legions, and the archon of each legion is the commander of the legion, but the name is different in different periods.

"It's not safe to be surrounded by enemies here, can you gather the warriors here and form a defensive line?"

Alexander stepped forward and looked at Kandava Kusrian.

At present, the number of warriors who have appeared around the Red Sun is close to 200,000, and if there is no qualified commander system, if they are attacked by the evil gods' subordinates, they will probably quickly collapse and suffer heavy losses.

And Kandava Kusrian, one of the most suitable and dominant conductors at the moment.

"Your Highness, you can trust me, but there is a lack of information and directives at the moment."

Kandava Kusrian raised his hand to clench his fist, feeling the level of his power.

He didn't know how much time had elapsed since his death, or what had happened in the future.

As long as the emperor awakens him, then he will do his best to fight for the empire, and as for Alexander's identity, he has almost the same aura and body as the emperor, and there is no need to have any doubts.

"Appointment: Kandava Kusrian as Commander of the First Legion of the Cursed Warriors."

Alexander's appointment, along with psionic powers, reached the ears of every warrior present, officially establishing the position of Kandava Kusrian's Legion Commander.

At the same time, he also handed over his huge spiritual power transfer authority in the subspace to him.

"Remember, whether it's the Thunder Warrior or the Astarte, that's the name of the material world, and from now on, you will be called the Curse Warrior."

Alexander used the power of subspace to condense the history of the empire, and tapped his finger lightly on Kandava Kusrian's forehead.

In addition, a historical document was set aside and thrown into the Red Sun, so that every warrior who came into contact with its light could read the history of the empire.

"This is the message of the Empire, you need to establish a command system as soon as possible, and let the technical sergeants build a fortress with the help of my strength."

Alexander could not stay here for long, and the restlessness and rejection in the subspace had emerged.

Before Kandava Kusrian could wake up from the clash of information, Alexander turned and entered the Red Sun to isolate the expulsion of the subspace.

On the glorious day, as Alexander's mind suddenly rose, the towering mountains rose majestically, and he used great power to reproduce the Himalayas in the subspace, and the royal palace where he lived also appeared.

Within a few minutes, Kandava Kusrian knew the current course of the Empire and the significance of the Great Expedition.

As for the Thunder Warrior who withdrew from the stage of history, Kandava Kusrian had already felt this situation, if he hadn't seen hope, couldn't solve his physical defects, and wouldn't have taken the initiative to seek death.

"All the technical sergeants and company commanders who heard the order immediately gathered at me."

Kandava Kusrian issued his own orders with the help of Alexander's vast psionic powers.

Many warriors who had already awakened quickly assembled in the direction of the Himalayas.

...

"Father, I saw them."

Alexander opened his eyes, and his will pierced through the barrier to reach the material world.

"Success?" Magnus was the first to squeeze in.

"Well, it worked."

Alexander nodded.

"Expected, but not to be taken lightly."

The emperor has long been prepared for the establishment of Valhalla.

At first, he thought that he would never go to the filthy place of subspace again, so he did everything recklessly, so that he was resisted by the evil gods.

It is only now that he has truly implemented the Valhalla project because of Alexander's growth.

In fact, the emperor is not afraid to enter the subspace again, but if the war spreads and destroys the newly born Valhalla and the resurrected Heroic Spirit, it will be more than worth the loss.

"How are they doing, how many fighters are there?"

The Emperor quickly withdrew from the subspace after helping Alexander awaken the Heroes, unaware of what had happened next.

"I saw the Thunder Warriors, Astarte, mortal heroic warriors, conservatively estimated to be close to two hundred thousand."

Alexander's psionic energy swept through, and before he left, 200,000 warriors had gathered around the red sun, and there were other stars that felt the emperor's breath and continued to converge towards the place where the red sun was.

"They are all precious treasures of the Empire."

The emperor tapped Alexander on the shoulder.

The timeline in the subspace is intermittent, and even end-to-end, and the warriors who can hold on to this moment are all extremely tenacious.

The years of accumulation of the empire are all attributed to Valhalla, to Alexander.

"May they be reborn in Valhalla."

The emperor loves these human heroic spirits, and he doesn't want to give them peace, but the survival and development of human beings in the material world needs them even more.

Moreover, the demons and monsters in the subspace will also take the initiative to hunt the human heroic spirits that awaken on their own, so it is better to take the initiative to gather them.

"Father, I have conveyed the information of the empire to them."

Alexander believed that these men would understand the emperor's will when they saw the plan of the Great Expedition.

"They really want to keep up with the times as quickly as possible and understand the current situation."

The Emperor came to sit down at the sofa, and the three Alexanders sat down next to him.