"Valhalla?"

Samuel Collen's hand tightened.

Lord St. Giles now sends these warriors to Valhalla, isn't that still going to execute them?

For so many years, they had not seen anyone go to Valhalla, and they had never even heard of it, so that they all thought that death was death, and there was no such thing as a soul returning to Valhalla.

"Father, His Highness Alexander can bring the warriors of the Empire to Valhalla?"

Michelle Raldoren interrupts Samuel Collen's questioning.

He knew that his genetic protoplasm would not be untargeted, but he still wanted to hear St. Giles confirm it again.

"Yes, my father and Alexander opened Valhalla, and the Heroic Spirits gathered in it include the warriors who died on the Bal Moon."

St. Giles turned to face the pharmacists.

He was also worried that it had chilled the hearts of these heirs from the beginning, but these warriors who were lost in blood thirst were irretrievable.

He told them about Valhalla, but did not tell them that Valhalla was actually located in a subspace.

The company commander Michelle and the chief pharmacist Toronto glanced at each other, and in their hearts they had actually determined the authenticity of Valhalla.

The Emperor's power is unfathomable, and since the father of his own genes can say such things, and with His Highness Alexander as a guarantor, these brothers must leave with glory.

"Alright, I've informed Alexander, now it's time to return to the formation of the Holy Blood Priest."

St. Giles gathered the pharmacists into the cubicles, and let Samuel Colon go in to select the personnel to join the ranks of the Blood Priests.

...

The Imperial Dream, Laboratory Hall.

The sound of the paper turning made Magnus a little upset, and he always unconsciously thought about when the right time would be.

"Your Highness Alexander, your staff has been delivered."

The servo skull holds the skull staff with a mechanical claw, levitating in front of Alexander.

"Magnus look at this, it's pretty easy to use."

Alexander picked up his staff and swung it twice, using it like a hammer, and wanted to smash it when he saw anything.

"This is the lab, you take it easy."

Magnus sat down on the couch and moved backwards to avoid the claw hammer touching him.

The servo skull folds the mechanical claw and does not leave it directly, but projects the function and use of the staff through the prosthetic eye.

The emperor said that he wanted to make a hammer to save time and effort.

But he still resisted the bloody and pungent smell of the Blood God's Fear, and installed many techniques inside the skull, including decomposition stances, energy shields, and psionic amplifiers.

The handle of the staff is not a simple metal artifact, but is made of a piece of flexible material that looks like wood and is not wood, and when wielded, it can gather kinetic energy and deal heavy armor-piercing damage.

"Alright, alright, you can go back."

After reading the information about the staff, Alexander took the initiative to release it.

The Emperor stood in the corridor, not wanting to see the staff for a minute or a second, until Alexander's novelty wore off, and he paced out of the corner.

"Daddy, love you!!"

Hearing the movement, Alexander turned and pounced, ready to hug the emperor's thigh.

Each of his weapons is meticulously crafted, and his armor is never lacking.

It can be said that the items he uses are accompanied by the emperor's deep love.

But it's really difficult for such an emperor who is a father and a mother to not be understood by his children.

"Don't, stay away from me."

The emperor raised his head and stepped back quickly, his whole body exuding a feeling of resistance.

Sure enough, Alexander, as a huge emotional aggregate of autonomous consciousness, as long as it is stimulated, it will inevitably be richly emotionally rewarded.

Of course, if you provoke Alexander with bad behavior, the reward will be much greater, if not more drastic.

Because the emperor will let them know what bad emotions are, bad behaviors.

The Emperor now finally knew why the Sadist had behaved in the battle against Alexander, who had eaten too much and was so affected by his emotions that he could not help himself.

"What? You hate me..."

Alexander carried the staff on his shoulder.

He felt that he was suddenly so intimate, and it was indeed a bit difficult for the emperor who was not good at expressing himself, so he had to take two steps back to keep a safe distance.

"Load up the weapon as soon as you have it in your hand."

"Hurry up," the Emperor pointed at the demon skull.

He could feel everything Alexander was thinking in the depths of his consciousness, and he could also feel strong gratitude, respect, and love, and his heart was naturally extremely satisfied.

It's just a little uncomfortable, and there is a little pity mixed in these emotions.

"Okay then."

Alexander saw the servo skull coming and going, and handed the staff to it with a look of obscurity.

Although he didn't know why the emperor resisted, he could clearly feel that the emperor was extremely disgusted with this demonic skull.

Since the staff already belongs to you, it doesn't matter if you take it now, and it's the same when you go to the Baal satellite to compete again.

"Don't use weapons in the lab, it's all sophisticated equipment here, and if it's destroyed, you can only replenish it from Terra."

The Emperor walked over and rubbed Alexander's head, his expression no longer disgusted.

I couldn't help but think about what Alexander's face would look like when he could feel the weapon mixed with the essence of the evil god.

However, even if he detected an abnormality at that time, it was Alexander himself who chose it anyway, and he couldn't find him if he wanted to find it.

"Father, St. Giles has sent a message asking me to take those bloodthirsty warriors to Valhalla."

Alexander was just about to sit back on the couch when psionic communication suddenly sounded in his head.

In fact, when Alexander left the mothership of the Ninth Legion, he heard the pharmacists discussing that St. Giles had chosen to deal with the bloodthirsty warriors at this time, and it must have reached a very critical moment.

"Then go and change into your armor, and Magnus will go with you."

The Emperor waved at him and sat back on the couch.

"Well, I'm ready."

Magnus got up from the couch, a suit of armor that he had already worn on his body.

Participating in major meetings and ceremonies, the Astarte of the empire is basically in a state of armor, and the dress is also the power armor on the body.

The Shinyi armor designed and reproduced by the Emperor for Alexander also had this function.

When Alexander used psionic energy to control every piece of his armor, the ravines spikes used to kill on the battlefield, they folded up to make them more solemn.

"Magnus, you can use your psionic energy to teleport over, the soldiers of the Ninth Legion are about to be unable to hold on."

The Emperor had sensed the situation within the Ninth Legion through psionic energy, and the will of the Blood God was devouring the warriors of the Empire.

"Understood, I can directly locate the coordinates of St. Giles."

Magnus stood at the emperor's side, and the blade of Anu-Ninurta was held in his hand and transformed into a ritual weapon.

"Alexander's safety is left to you, no need to be stressed."

The emperor patted the couch beside him and motioned for Magnus to sit down and wait.