"Of course."

St. Giles knew it in his heart, and the Holy Blood Angels behind him also showed a look that should be so.

Ascension to Valhalla, such a glorious act, if anyone can do it, then they need these space marines to do their best to defend against foreign enemies, and do anything to clean up all aliens for the empire, just wait for the ascension.

"The smell here is something unusual."

Magnus was half a step ahead of Alexander, sniffing the thick smell of blood in the air, frowning and lighting up the Anu Ninurta Blade.

Colors of light are refracted through the gem at the top of the staff, beams of light made entirely of psionic energy that resonate with the energy escaping from the surrounding area.

Alexander could see that only the red beam was the most abundant of these psionic rays.

"The blood of wild beasts is often spilled in this passage, which is why it smells so strong."

Toronto Ulm took two quick steps to open the secret room for His Highness Alexander to hold the Alienated Blood Angel warriors.

The dirty blood on this road is cleaned and washed every day, but the blood stains in the grooves in the cracks still accumulate into thick blood scabs for many years.

"The completely lost warriors can no longer eat and communicate, and can only be fed some fresh blood to maintain their vital signs."

St. Giles also explained to Alexander, and at the same time a white aura emanated from his wings, illuminating the three hundred and seventy-one warriors in the room.

However, the original holy and appeasing aura of St. Giles was completely useless at this moment.

Magnus did not trust the Ninth Legion's explanation, and quickly stepped forward and stretched out his fingertips to wipe the groove in the wall, rubbing the scabbed blood clot into powder and examining it himself.

He had to think twice about the emperor's words, not to mention that he was still on a mission to protect Alexander's safety at the moment, and he was more rigorous in his work than during the experiment.

'Beast's blood, indeed. ’

Magnus nodded at Alexander, the breath of the blood scab was indeed not human.

'There is the breath of the blood god here, and it must have been affected by the battle on the moon of Baal, which finally led to all this. ’

Alexander used psionic energy to communicate within the channel of the three, and did not hide it from St. Giles.

Although the source of the blood has now been confirmed, Magnus is not taking it lightly.

He deliberately stuck the Anu-Ninurtar blade into the ground before Alexander, holding down the head of an alienated warrior, caressing the mutation of its bones to see if there were any bone spurs and sharp horns.

Infected by Magnus's words and deeds, Alexander stood silent, his hand lit up with psionic fire to warn of emergencies.

In this case, no one can be sure if a certain alienated Holy Blood Angel has been corrupted by the Blood God's terror, whether it will suddenly break free from its restraints and forcibly pull them into the subspace rift.

So Magnus needed to get rid of all unrest before Alexander approached these alienated warriors.

"How were these fighters before?"

Alexander waited for Magnus to investigate, and asked the pharmacist behind him who was involved in the experiment.

"Your Highness, we have not yet arrived in Baal, and these warriors who have volunteered to be held in the scrative cell will still have a brief waking time each day and can eat on their own."

"But now only the sound of prayer can bring back what little sanity they have left." Samuel Colon stepped forward to respond.

St. Giles listened to their exchange and was eager to join Magnus to check on the alienation of the warriors, but the two of them always needed to leave one to guard Alexander's side.

"Awaken their sanity through the sound of prayer?"

Magnus was suspicious when he heard this, and personally went to the ear of an alienated holy blood angel to chant.

Alexander turned to look at the fact that these warriors did respond extremely stiffly, but it looked more like an instinctive reflex.

Magnus experimented with several warriors in succession, and the response was the same, so he pulled out the blade of Anu-Ninurta and came to Alexander's side.

"There's a little bit of will, but not much."

"I've examined the skulls of several fighters, but fortunately there hasn't been a fundamental anomaly."

Magnus's army of a thousand sons has various experiments inside, test subjects infected by subspace and demons, and if the bones are abnormal, they will choose to destroy them as soon as possible.

And at present, these fighters have not stepped on the red line of their experiments.

"How many warriors are there who have the will left?"

Magnus shook his head and didn't answer.

Alexander's face was deprived of lightness, and he even went to the restrained warriors himself, illuminating their faces with flashes of psionic fire in red and blue.

There was not a single glimmer of light in their pupils, which were already the size of pinheads, as if they were only a shell.

Alexander only took a cursory look at the warriors in the front row, and found that their brains had already been soaked with dark red psionic energy.

If a subspace storm is set off in the material world at this time, I am afraid that the demons will not need to spend too much strength to disturb the material world, and they will be able to directly occupy these completely bloodthirsty bodies.

"Samuel Collen, bring me your lab report."

The company commander, Michelle, stood beside his genetic father, heard Alexander's question, and immediately called Samuel Colon, who was in charge of these soldiers, to deliver the report he collected to St. Giles, and then relay it to Alexander.

"The pharmacists have already experimented, and this is the case with all warriors who fall into blood thirst."

St. Giles took the report, the paper already wrinkled at some point.

"Don't be too nervous, at least the subspace storm has passed, and these warriors have lost the possibility of alienating again."

Alexander took the document that St. Giles was holding and patted the back of his hand.

The first question of reaching the legion was so tricky, and the situation in which St. Giles was in a difficult situation was indeed.

"Magnus, you can also take a look at this report."

Alexander greeted Magnus, who was busy next to him.

In fact, Alexander himself was mentally prepared for this situation.

Almost every evil god was watching the Holy Blood Angel Legion, or St. Giles to be precise.

If Alexander hadn't noticed the anomaly, he would have wondered if he wasn't able to detect it, rather than considering that the warriors were really unaffected.

'Is the influence of the evil gods so strong?' ’

St. Giles steadied himself and asked with psionic communication.

Yes, each of them is watching you, and you are the most dangerous in the future. ’

Alexander took it all out.

No way, the archangel is too perfect, including his heart, which the four gods like.

'What about you?' St. Giles asked, puzzled.

He knew what was going on, but seeing the Blood God on the Baal moon only briefly exchanged views with Alexander for a few minutes, and he was drawn to all his attention.

According to this comparison, Alexander's presence is far more attractive than that of St. Giles.

'Ah me? ”

"yes, I forgot about myself."

Alexander scratched his head.

He really didn't expect that the four gods of subspace would dare to fight his idea.

So, what do you think I'm so cautious for? ’

Magnus lowered his eyebrows, glanced at Alexander, and interjected.