The trio stood in front of the Blood Angel warriors, communicating with psionic communications, and reading Samuel Collen's experiment report together.

The information in the document is actually similar to the speculation of Alexander and Magnus, because the psychic energy seeping out of the subspace rift on the Baal moon has deeply polluted these warriors who have fallen into bloodthirsty killing.

"Sing the sound of prayer, at least it will bring back what little consciousness they have left, and they will be able to retain more when they ascend."

Alexander was escorted to the center of the Forbidden Chamber, and psionic fire rose from beneath his feet and began to spread outward.

The apothecaries stood in a circle around the alienated warriors, their hands crossed over their chests in a sign of the Aquila salute.

"What is your duty?"

An ethereal echo enveloped all the alienated warriors.

"Shhh——!h

The hideous-looking Angels of the Holy Blood let out a scream of pain under the scorching fire of psionic energy.

A force that does not belong to Astarte is crumbling in the psionic flames.

Huge psionic energy is stirring, and the barriers of the material world are becoming fragile.

"Show the emperor's will."

The alienated Angel of the Holy Blood responded intermittently, as if he was breaking free from the shackles of his soul.

The blood-red power of the subspace returned to its master along the weak material world barriers.

Alexander felt the same energy as the demon's skull, which came from the Blood God Horror.

"Ho-ho..."

The figure of the supreme majesty on the brass throne let out a cruel and joyful laugh.

His gaze followed the shattered barrier to Alexander, a faint blue flame on his shoulder, pulsing as the Blood God adjusted his seat.

These subspace powers from the Holy Blood Angel's body did not flow directly into the apodox's body, but were thrust into the flames that Alexander had left on his shoulders.

The brass armor was burned to a bright color with the exuberance of the flames, and the scorching energy scorched the cheeks of the Sadist, as if Alexander were standing at his side.

Alexander was not aware of the Blood God's movements, and was devoting all his mind to Valhalla, communicating with the Blood Angels bathed in the spiritual fire.

Suddenly, the originally vigorous spiritual fire suddenly dimmed, and in an instant, it burned again, even more vigorous than before.

Magnus sensed the anomaly and raised the blade of Anu-Ninurta and watched warily in the direction of the power of the dark red subspace.

At that moment, a pair of blood-red eyes rushed into Magnus's mind.

"St. Giles!"

Before the shout fell, the Stand Shield on the Blade of Anu-Ninurtar was activated, instantly cutting off all the Blood Angels.

St. Giles opened the psionic channel for the first time, took the spear of Bigong in his hand, and spread his wings high, hiding both Alexander and Magnus in it.

In the seclusion room, there was a mess because of Magnus's shouts.

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"Kandava Kusrian, you're good."

Alexander walked out of the red sun.

At Valhalla, the royal palace is the tallest building in the Himalayas.

It was a perfect reproduction of Alexander's memories, with the same office hall and various facilities, but it was not in use.

In addition, there are thousands of war forts near the Himalayas, all of which have recently been completed.

"Your Highness, at present, the Curse Legion has gathered more than 300,000 warriors, and the technical sergeants are also building defensive fortresses, and the vanguard is exploring outside."

Kandava Kusrian reports to Alexander on the current situation.

He has always stayed in the place closest to the Red Sun, and the escort team he has formed is a full 5,000 people, all of whom are warriors who have undergone multiple rounds of internal selection.

"Huh, and this tower?"

Alexander looked up in shock.

In the chaotic area of subspace, the technical sergeants actually built the orbital towers higher than the Himalayas, almost sticking to the red sun in the sky.

"Your Highness, that is the spaceyard, the anchor point needed to build a starship."

The technical sergeant with three mechanical claws sticking out of his back was wearing a helmet, and there was a lot of helplessness in his words.

"The energy here is fickle, and the underlying logic of the technology I've learned is starting to go wrong, and it's a surprise to be able to cause this."

Hearing the grumblings, Alexander walked around Kandava Kusrian with interest to find the source of the sound.

"This is the current technical sergeant major of the Cursed Legion, Crowe." Kandava Kusrian introduced.

"Hello, Crowe."

Alexander gestured to the technical sergeant's chin and said nothing.

He didn't see what Crow looked like under his helmet, but his instincts made Alexander wary of the warrior.

As for why, Alexander could not say.

If you really think about it, it may be that in the chaotic and disorderly subspace, most of the warriors of the four evil gods are using cold weapons to go to the material world.

And this technical sergeant named Crowe actually built a towering tower, and prepared to launch the starship with the energy emanating from the red sun.

It's a novelty.

When the underlying logical data is not correct, a technical sergeant can actually grope for the construction of a space battleship in a short period of time.

"Your Highness, can you make that fireball brighter?"

Crowe looked up at the red sun in the sky, and in his eyes these huge and scorching psionic powers were escaping everywhere, and many of them were invisibly wasted.

"Why?"

Alexander looked at Crowe without revealing anything unusual, following his gaze towards his own subspace nature.

In the glow of the red sun, the technical sergeant's body flickered, flickering a twisted biological cable to which it was connected.

"It takes more energy to build a starship, and it takes experimentation and experimenting with new technologies."

Crowe twisted the prosthetic eye on his helmet and switched to a green mirror.

The red sun glows brightly, and the energy of each beam is different.

This is the opposite of the gray and silent energy of subspace, and it is a kind of foundation that can be transformed through various shaping processes.

"I'll try, you can start the starship as soon as possible."

Alexander sensed that the techno sergeant named Crow was not hostile, but that deep down he had a great curiosity to study the spiritual power that the Red Sun emanated.

Alexander thought for a moment, but did not continue to pursue the identity of Crow.

Anyway, it's a productivity that comes from nothing, and you don't need to use it in vain.

There are only a few famous chaos gods in the subspace, the emperor is not even afraid of the four gods, and he can be threatened by some so-called secondary gods?

Alexander himself has 300,000 cursed legions, and he is a powerful force to be reckoned with everywhere, so he is not afraid of these.

"Kandava Kusrian, you need to have every warrior store the soul fire in the palace, where it can be illuminated by the light of the red sun."

"Only then can you use my power to revive the palace when you suffer casualties."

Alexander did not hide from Crow, and whispered to the commander of the Cursed Legion.

"Yes, Your Highness," Kandava Kusrian nodded in response.

High in the sky, flaming spheres are falling down the shattered walls to the foot of the Himalayas.

The bloodthirsty and alienated Blood Angels crossed the subspace rift into Valhalla, and the veterans of the Ninth Legion were in charge of greeting them.

Keep an eye on this Crowe, and let the technical sergeants learn more from him. ’

Alexander used psionic power directly to convey his words to Kandava Kusrian's mind.

I believe that this veteran, known as the cunning lion, can supervise this unknown chaos god, or dark scientist.