"Arise, my children."

St. Gilesto raised a company commander, Michel, and faced all the Blood Angel warriors on the bridge.

"Please remember that no matter what happens, you have the right to ask me for help at any time."

"The moment you kneel before me, I swear to you that we will share the weal and woe, whether it is honor or death that awaits us in the future."

The voice and image of St. Giles taking the oath are transmitted to the internal communications of each Angel of the Holy Blood through monitoring equipment.

They could watch this scene on the bridge at any time through the crystal chip inside the helmet.

A tall and holy angel swore an oath to their group of monsters known as 'ghouls', which almost shook the hearts of all Astartes of the Ninth Legion with low self-esteem and guilt.

The commanders gathered on the bridge watched St. Giles walk across the long platform before they dispersed to return to their posts.

"Michelle, I thought you would wait until after the memorial service to tell me this."

St. Giles's words made Michelle, the commander of the first company, a little overwhelmed.

"Father, you already knew?"

Chief Apothecary Toronto Ulm asked in a low voice, and the warriors in the corridors along the way spontaneously gave way.

In the starship corridor, only the pharmacists who have received the summons and a few insiders provided by Michel Lalldoren are currently accompanying St. Giles.

"Yes, not only me, Alexander, but even the Emperor know about the problems within the Holy Blood Angel Legion." St. Giles looked at him and nodded slightly.

The voice of the words seemed to pour a basin of cold water on their heads, making Michelle and Toronto feel cold to the bone.

"I failed you, father, and I failed you..."

Michelle Raldoren had never felt the power armor on her body be so heavy.

"Enough, you've failed anyone, you've done well enough, Michelle."

St. Giles interrupted his trembling words and bent down to gently pat Michelle's shoulder armor to reassure him.

"We all know it's not your fault. Michelle, you are worthy of the honor of a company commander, and you are also worthy of the position of a company commander of the Holy Blood Angels. ”

St. Giles turned around and walked into the Hall of Fame with the box in one hand and Michelle on the back in the other.

"My father, the emperor of the Empire, specially made this flag with his own hands to commemorate the warriors who died fighting the demons of subspace for the Empire."

St. Giles's voice echoed through the Hall of Fame, as if to speak the words to the three thousand fallen warriors parked here.

Immediately, he placed the box on the stone platform arranged in the center of the Hall of Fame, and turned to look at the chief pharmacist.

"Toronto Ulm, it's time to go to your swook cell and discuss how to cure your blood thirst."

St. Giles had already decided on the formation of a team of priests, but he also needed to examine the pharmacists to see what they had in mind and who would be the head of the priesthood.

The lights in the dark corridor lit up one by one, as if the dark future of the Holy Blood Angel Legion was also illuminated.

Nearly 100 pharmacists followed in the footsteps of St. Giles to the cage where the brothers were trapped in blood thirst.

The existence of blood thirst, Toronto Ulm did not inform all the pharmacists, he only formed a small team of more than thirty people to take full charge of this matter.

"Father, the three hundred and seventy-one soldiers who are being held in the confinement room are all here at the moment."

Toronto Ulm led St. Giles and the pharmacists through the completely enclosed area, introducing them to the situation in the confinement chamber.

The entire process, from discovering that certain fighters would descend into a bloodthirsty rage, to rescuing them back to their captivity, and carrying out a series of rescue attempts, was open to everyone on site.

The pharmacists who had just learned about the blood thirst were all pale, and they had also participated in the search for the bloodthirsty and berserk brothers, but they didn't expect this to be the case.

These warriors have lost their power armor and are bound to cages like wild beasts, their faces stained with blood and shredded flesh, and their alienated forms make it difficult to associate them with their former comrades.

"That's the way it is, Samuel Colan is the pharmacist who is currently in charge of studying blood thirst."

Toronto Ulm pulled the emaciated Samuel Colon out from behind him and shoved it in front of St. Giles' eyes.

Samuel Colon was the same pharmacist who traveled with Alexander on his return voyage.

His specialty was to collect the genetic seeds of his fallen brothers, but he was excavated by Toronto Raldoren and tasked with quenching his blood thirst.

In fact, the person who first discovered the thirst for blood was Samuel Collen, but when he collected genetic seeds, he only noticed a change in variability, but I don't know what caused it.

"Samuel Coren, don't be afraid, I understand that all the experiments you've done are to save them."

St. Giles personally helped Samuel Colon remove his helmet and see for himself the son who had endured suffering and torture for the Legion.

"Father, please forgive me for my incompetence."

Samuel Collen's cheekbones were high and his cheeks were sunken, and he looked like he had lost his spirit.

"No, my heir, it's no one's fault." St. Giles stopped what he was about to say.

"Blood thirst is a defect that comes from within us, and I have asked my father to completely eradicate it for the Holy Blood Angel Legion by His Highness Alexander before the Great Expedition."

These words were like a shot in the arm to completely stabilize the turbulent pharmacists.

"At the same time, my father has told me how to stabilize the development of blood thirst."

"I will form a Holy Blood Priest to take care of the Holy Blood Angel warriors who are thirsty for blood."

St. Giles' gaze looked at the emaciated heir.

"The first Priest of the Holy Blood was Samuel Collen."

"Father, how should these brothers who are completely thirsty for blood be treated?"

Samuel Colon was not overjoyed by his promotion, he was more concerned about the lives of the nearly 100 warriors behind him.

The physical emaciation does not come from nutritional problems, but from the guilt and powerlessness in the face of these beast-like brothers.

"I regret this, I can only give them sleep."

St. Giles stepped forward, and the bound warrior even tried to stretch his neck to bite his own genetic father.

"They still have a save, father, believe me, I can save them."

Samuel Colon grabbed St. Giles' wrist with pleading in his eyes.

These warriors had not deteriorated to such a state before, but since the appearance of subspace demons on the Baal moon, these warriors seemed to have quickly entered the curse of deep blood thirst, and there was no time to deal with it.

"I'm not trying to execute them, I'm asking Alexander to come and welcome them to Valhalla."

After St. Giles finished speaking, he looked sideways at Samuel Collen.

All the soldiers in the room suddenly froze in place because of these words.