"Alexander, the skull left by the Blood God, after careful consideration, I decided to hand it over to you first."

The Emperor Probe pulled out a boxy box from the psionic channel.

Among them, the blockade is the demon head left behind by the blood god Fear, who possessed the 'Skull Reacher' Uzur.

"What's the use of this skull, do you want to make it into a weapon?"

When Alexander left the Plain of Glass, both the weapons and the booty were taken away by Garst.

At that time, he thought that the emperor was going to make another weapon for him, so he didn't ask, and he didn't see it in the weapons exhibition hall before, and thought it was unfinished.

"It is a medium through which the blood god descends into the material world."

"It just so happens that you can try to cover it with psionic power, which is also a good way to train."

The Emperor opened the box, revealing the skull left behind by the Blood God Horror.

"Use psionic energy to cover, is this thing appropriate, do you want to burn it first?"

Alexander reached out and grabbed the skull, which was as warm as jade and full of bone spurs, and felt that it was difficult to do so.

'Skull Grabber' Uzur, didn't expect that in the end, his own head would also be taken away.

"This kind of thing is up to you, don't pity it, this thing won't be easily damaged."

The emperor said with a sudden grin.

Alexander's soul-scorching flame is sure to impress the Sadist.

Now that there is no foundation to disturb the material world, even the subspace evil gods cannot easily descend, but there is no need to worry about Alexander's safety.

But after a moment of thought, the Emperor specially instructed: "Remember, don't shout the slogan that He told you when he dismantled. ”

At first, the emperor did not know what the meaning of the cruelty left the skull, and had no intention of letting it go into Alexander's hands.

According to the emperor's understanding of the subspace evil god, even without this head, there will be other things as a substitute, so it is better to give it to Alexander directly.

At least, this will not be like the sword in Fugen's hand, unknowingly affected by the evil god to an excellent heir.

"This thing, how awkward it looks."

Alexander took the demon's head and looked at it over and over again, feeling a little disgusted.

As a person with normal aesthetics, Alexander really couldn't accept a hideous head like a demon with three bone spurs around its eye sockets.

"Anyway, it's all said that you can toss it, burn it with spiritual energy, and reshape it."

St. Giles leaned over and stared at the demon's head, a sense of disgust always rising in his heart.

At the same time, I want to take it and step on it under my feet, and stomp on it twice.

I have to say that St. Giles, who has learned how to use psionic energy, has a naturally stronger perception of his surroundings.

"That's right."

Alexander didn't delay, and immediately held the demon's skull in both hands, and psionic fire erupted.

The cheekbones that had been hideous retracted, the bone spurs smoothed out in the flames, and the two cupola horns softened like heated glass, and as Alexander's fingers turned into argali's horns.

Through the penetration of Alexander's psionic power, St. Giles, who was originally a little disgusted with this demon's skull, suddenly felt more pleasing to the eye.

"Eh, this thing is kind of like a hat."

Somehow, Alexander picked up the Q version of the demon skull and wanted to put it directly on his head.

However, the hand had just been raised, and with a click, the wrist was locked behind by St. Giles.

"What do you want to do?"

The Emperor moved his ass to Alexander's side.

His eyes were almost on Alexander's face, trying to see what the hell he was up to.

Is this disgusting thing more comfortable than a crown to wear?

Sure enough, it shouldn't be given to him, the things of the evil gods have some strange abilities, and even Alexander will be seduced if he doesn't pay attention.

The emperor doubted everything, and did not wonder if Alexander himself wanted to do this.

"No, I just wanted to see if I could put it on."

As Alexander spoke, he felt that it was indeed a little inappropriate to put the demon skull on his head, and his voice was much quieter.

"Hmph."

The Emperor snorted coldly and sat down in his place, leaning sideways not to look at Alexander.

"Then I can't wear a handle everywhere."

Alexander poked the emperor in the waist with a demonic skull, asking him to help with the modification.

No matter how bad it is, it's okay to make it into a hammer, and it's not impossible to make a staff or something.

"Alright, alright, give me something."

The Emperor took the skull with a look of disgust, as if he had come into contact with something dirty, and quickly got up to prepare to go to the equipment laboratory to add a handle.

"Father, the memorial service is about to begin."

St. Giles had already received a communication from the Ninth Legion, and when he saw that the emperor was about to leave, he hurriedly got up.

"Then let's go back and get ready, remember to bring that flag."

The emperor paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "Alexander will go on my behalf, and after the memorial service, we should continue the great expedition." ”

After speaking, the emperor walked quickly out of the hall.

Valhalla has been completed, and what needs to be taught to Alexander has been made clear, and it is time to part.

However, before the Emperor can do so, the Emperor will need to back up the latest technology in the Empire and give it to Alexander to use in Valhalla.

Although psionic power can manifest many items out of thin air, it is obvious that the complex and cumbersome technology cannot be completed by the technical military in a short period of time.

If the starships of the material world were dragged into subspace for corrosion and infestation, it would not be in line with the current situation of the Empire.

"Do you want Magnus together?"

St. Giles walked over to Magnus, who was still lost in thought, and reached for the box where the flag was placed.

"Of course, I was with Alexander."

Magnus came to his feet and put his books back in their place, and the hall was instantly much cleaner.

The two of them left the couch while keeping their eyes on Alexander in tacit agreement.

"What is the situation at Valhalla, are there any warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion?"

"Is the fallen Angel of the Holy Blood among them?"

They endured it for a long time, until the Emperor left the hall and found an opportunity to inquire about the situation in Alexandria's subspace.

"Yes, I've seen a lot of familiar faces."

Alexander sat cross-legged on the couch and nodded.

Before leaving the subspace, his psionic powers swept through every warrior, familiar and unfamiliar, but there was indeed Astarte, a Terra descent whom he had picked up from the Ninth Legion.

"That's good, that's good."

St. Giles Moth, carrying a box with flags, officially said goodbye to Alexander and Magnus, and returned to his starship in the Thunderhawk Force.

"You say, when will my father just say that the right time will be?"

Magnus squeezed next to Alexander and asked in a whisper.

At this distance, if you use psionic communication, you will definitely be detected by the emperor, and it is better to communicate in a whisper.

"How do I know, don't ask everything to figure it out, sometimes be confused, maybe there won't be so much trouble."

Alexander leaned back, his feet drooping on the couch, and continued to flip through the books he needed to master the basics of psionic energy.

Magnus couldn't ask, and he didn't dare to get to the bottom of it here.

He didn't do anything, just read a book with Alexander, took the initiative to explain a few words if he didn't understand, and waited for the emperor to come out of the laboratory.