In the game "Super God": 800 Astartes at the start!

This can be considered killing two birds with one stone. At that time, we can directly recruit soldiers from all over the world, implant gene seeds, and start mass-producing troops. However, since there are not many technical soldiers, it will definitely be slower at the beginning, but the speed of troop production will be faster and faster as time goes on.

As for the armor, it was created using psionic void constructs or generated out of thin air using a void controller.

After transmigrating to Sanguis, psionic energy was, in a sense, no different from a console in a game, capable of distorting the laws of reality and creating things from nothing on a small scale.

It has to be said that psionic energy has now become a panacea.

Night fell quickly, and Saint Gilles stood on the roof, gazing up at the starry sky. He could hardly remember the last time he had seen the stars.

But soon, his attention was drawn to the distant streaks of light, or more precisely, to the angel Yan flying toward his location.

"Why is Angel Yan coming this way to me?" Saint Gilles asked, puzzled.

Thanks to his considerable psychic power, Saint Gilles cast his psychic energy over the entire country of China, and had already sensed it when Angel Yan fell to Angel International this morning.

But knowing the other party's storyline, I ignored it.

However, he really didn't know why the plot had started to go off track. No, it had probably gone off track ever since He Xi joined the chat group.

I don't know why the other party didn't change the plot too much. Maybe they didn't want the future to become too chaotic and lose the prerequisites?

After thinking for a while, Saint Gilles asked He Xi directly in the group.

[Handwritten by Angel Sauce: @PipiXi, HeXi, did you send Angel Yan to find me?]

Soon, He Xi's reply appeared in the group.

[Pipi Xi: I sent Angel Yan to find you? Why would I send Yan to find you?]

He Xi, who was studying Saint Gilles' blood, was completely bewildered.

[Handwritten Angel: It wasn't you who gave way, it was Keisha who gave way?]

[Pipi Xi: I don't know, but I haven't heard Keisha mention it. It's probably just that little girl's own idea. Don't you dare bully my little angel.]

[Handwritten Angel-chan: .....Putting aside the fact that I'm the kind of person who would bully others easily, the term "little angel" just doesn't seem right. Yan is over seven thousand years old, and he's still called a little angel?]

[Handwritten by Angel Sauce: Calling someone a hundred or two hundred years old a little angel is more like it.]

[Pipi Xi: Don't you know you shouldn't casually discuss a woman's age? I suddenly realize you're really serious about this.JPG.]

[Handwritten Angel Sauce: I don't know why, but looking at these emojis gives me the illusion that I'm surfing the internet.]

[Pipi Xi: This isn't much different from surfing the internet, just a different universe with a few more features.]

[Handwritten Angel Sauce: You're right. All the positive impressions you gave me before I transmigrated have been completely ruined by you.]

[Pipi Xi: Rolling eyes.JPG, you've shattered my idealized image of the perfect archangels in Warhammer.]

[Handwritten Angel: Tsk, I'm not really myself. If I had to say, I fused with the essence of a sub-god from a subspace, and then just happened to end up in the Emperor's hands.]

[Handwritten Angel Sauce: By the way, are they all asleep at this hour? Why are there only the two of us in the group chat?]

Looking at the deserted group chat, Saint Gilles felt a little out of place.

[Pipi Xi: Yeah, they're all asleep. At first, the time flow was different; it only became the same when they entered the chat group. But now they've all gotten into the habit of staying online, otherwise the flow would be too fast.]

"Just as I expected." Saint Gilles showed an expression of certainty.

"However, if two people are in the same universe, as long as one person is in the chat group, the flow of time will not be affected even if the other person is not in the chat group," Saint Gilles murmured.

He then decided to keep the chat group running, since it was quite user-friendly, allowing him to hide or minimize it, or open it with a single thought.

There's not much difference between online and offline.

[Handwritten Angel: I'm not chatting anymore. Your left-wing bodyguard is here. I wonder what he wants from me.]

After finishing speaking, Saint Gilles didn't pay attention to what He Xi was saying anymore and immediately brought his attention back to reality.

"So, Angel Yan, what brings you here?" Saint Gilles asked, his tone tinged with doubt.

He was genuinely curious as to why, out of the blue, the angel's left-wing guard had come over.

"Oh? You know me? Or perhaps you've heard my name somewhere else." Angel Yan was a little surprised to hear Saint Gilles call her by her name directly, but she quickly realized that Saint Gilles might have heard her name in the future or that the Super Soldier Corps might have mentioned her, so she wasn't too surprised anymore.

Angel Yan smiled and said, "It seems I've saved myself the time of introducing myself."

"Explain your purpose, angel. I'm curious why you suddenly sought me out." Saint Gilles spoke calmly, but a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes.

"That's a coincidence, I'm also very curious about you~" Angel Yan's tone became somewhat intriguing.

Saint Gilles clicked his tongue in admiration. As expected of the angel who was best at flirting with male gods, this is how it begins.

However, Saint Gilles remained calm and unaffected: "Oh, what a coincidence. After learning some of your angel stories, I thought you mistook me for a piece of trash and wanted to destroy me."

Angel Yan chuckled at these words: "Why are you lowering yourself to call yourself one of those scumbags? I don't sense any scumbag aura from you."

"The aura of the Fallen Ones?"

"Those scumbags are tyrannical and pleasure-seeking; they are nothing but a bunch of winged beasts, utterly unworthy of being called angels..."

Saint Gilles nodded: "Hmm, that path does indeed not align with my understanding. It seems I have some misunderstandings about angels. So, madam, what brings you here?" Saint Gilles steered the conversation back to the beginning.

"Of course I came for you~" Angel Yan came to Saint Gilles and reached out her finger to poke his chest, but the other was indeed quite tall, so she could only poke his abdomen instead.

Fortunately, the angels were all wearing high heels. If Angel Yan had come to see Saint Gilles in casual flats, she wouldn't have been able to poke him in the abdomen, at most she could have poked his thigh.

Saint Gilles watched Angel Yan's actions expressionlessly. For some reason, he felt that the scene was a little ridiculous, but Saint Gilles chose to remain silent.

Angel Yan seemed to realize that her current actions were somewhat comical, like a clown, and had absolutely no alluring effect.

Immediately, Angel Yan pretended that nothing had happened, and the two of them tacitly avoided mentioning what had just occurred.