In the 30th millennium of mankind, the empire welcomed his eldest son, Alexander Tang, who means the protector of mankind and the king of the world.
On that day, the whole country celebrated together and spread the news to all directions.
Even the civilians at the lowest level of the hive city clearly remember this day, because they ate cans distributed by the empire and received a large amount of free survival supplies.
Three months ago, after the Emperor withdrew the psychic ability to observe Tang Ren, the subspace essence of the two people had been completely intertwined, and this was all done spontaneously and actively by Tang Ren's subspace essence.
In the stasis field, Malcador witnessed with his own eyes the red figure turning into an all-embracing sun.
When flesh and blood blended with it, the huge body of Primarch Zero actually began to shrink, returning to its original embryonic age.
He faded away from the influence of technological creation and was reborn in the most primitive state, as majestic and vigorous as the emperor.
To this day, the day Tang Ren was officially born, he officially changed his name to Alexander Tang.
In the Royal Palace of Terra, some of the Imperial Guards spontaneously formed the eldest son's personal guard, and the Imperial Prime Minister Malcador even announced to the empire that he was personally responsible for educating the eldest son.
After receiving the news of the eldest son, the legion, whose original body had not yet returned, also spontaneously held a competition within the legion to select elite Astartes warriors and send them to the palace to guard His Royal Highness the eldest son.
"It's all like a dream. I was dragged into the quagmire by you, Malcador."
Alexander Tang did not expect that when he woke up, he would become the prince of the Warhammer world, on Earth 28,000 years later.
Forty-five centimeters tall, plump arms, perfect face, and wings as big as a palm.
And the terrifyingly stable nature of the subspace, like an anchor firmly fixed in the material world, and at the same time anchoring part of the subspace.
"It's useless to complain, Don. Since the Emperor feels that you can assume the role of the eldest son of the Empire, the task of finding other Primarchs has been officially handed over to you."
Malcador was sitting in the middle of the hall wearing a helmet and computer. Several cables were connected to the metal seat under his buttocks, and there were several servo skulls with scanning devices surrounding him.
"Hey, does this count as child labor? You know, I just left the nutrition cabin."
"But based on the time of birth, you are already thirty-eight thousand years old, even older than me."
"Is this how time is calculated? I'm over 30,000 years old?"
Alexander Tang muttered softly, put on a linen children's robe under the fiddle of the servo skull, and put a cotton laurel crown on his head that symbolized the status of the eldest son of the empire.
Malcador chuckled and commanded two servo skulls with small wings to float to Alexander's side, projecting several of the still-lost original bodies.
Malcador has also read Alexander Tang's memory. Although many things have been brushed aside, some situations can still be inferred.
After analysis, Malcador and the Emperor agreed that no major changes should be made to the original plan because the unknowns it would bring far outweighed the benefits.
At the same time, because Alexander has a warp essence and powerful psychic abilities similar to that of the Emperor, it is the best choice for the Empire for him to be responsible for finding the lost Primarch.
In fact, neither the rebellion of Horus nor the successive defections of several other Primarchs to Chaos seemed to be that important to the Webway plan to block the subspace.
As long as nothing happens to the Emperor, no matter how chaotic the twenty-one Primarchs are, they will not cause any damage to the Empire, not to mention that when the Emperor exchanges for subspace technology, certain things are already doomed.
Even at the beginning of the Primarch Project, the Emperor's purpose was to attract the attention of the Four Gods and make them ignore their home planet Terra.
But judging from the information in Alexander's memory, that bitch Tzeentch still thought of a way to deal with it.
"Just let Leon El'Jonson get lost outside? It's up to me to decide whether the remaining original bodies should be set up for an inspection period."
Alexander quickly received the information, and the twenty-one original bodies had returned to ten.
Twentieth Legion Alpharius, Luna Wolves: Horus Luperkar, Space Wolves: Leman Russ, Unknown Second Legion, Iron Hands: Ferrus Manus, Emperor's Children: Fulgrim, Salamander: Vulkan, Imperial Fists: Rogal Dorn, Ultramarines: Robert Guilliman, Thousand Sons: Magnus the Red.
"You are solely responsible for the task, and it is up to you to decide."
Malcador took off his helmet and said seriously to the young child sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"The Primarchs have their own tasks. The Emperor's arrangements contain profound meanings, and we need to be cautious in the future."
"Understand, I'm not a child." Alexander raised his pink palm above his head and waved.
Malcador looked more relaxed.
"If you find a way to stabilize Chaos, maybe the Emperor will change his will. Just maybe, of course."
"You are as paranoid as he is. I will not try to use words to bring about changes, and I also know how beneficial it is to us that the other party is playing their cards right."
Alexander waved away the surrounding servo skulls and walked towards the door with small steps.
"But before that, I should take some time to exercise this 'weak' body. As the eldest son of the empire, carrying the body of a child is not as intimidating as the emperor."
"Alexander, before you go out, you need to save a genetic army of yours."
"Thunder Warrior?"
"Yes, they are not dead."
When it came to the Thunder Warriors, there was no emotion in Malcador's words, but he found this unstable factor in Alexander's memory.
The rebellion of Horus was not without the fear of the death of rabbits and the sorrow of foxes.
"I thought they had been secretly executed."
"What you once knew is not the real history. The flaws in genetic engineering make them like a flash in the pan. Natural death can make the Thunder Warriors disappear in the long river of history in a short period of time."
Malcador may not tell much about other primarchs, and sometimes even deliberately guides them, but Alexander, who fully understands them, is still willing to explain a little more.
"Of course, for some warriors who deviated from their original intentions, the empire did give them death."
"So there are not many left of the twenty regiments."
Alexander scratched his spiky hair, but Malcador did not answer his question.
Whether to directly gather the established Legion of Astartes or to restart the unstable Thunder Warriors is not actually a matter of opposition.
A short-term result will be achieved immediately, and a long-term investment will continue to pay off.
"I need genetic engineering technical support." Alexander grabbed a servo skull and let it project the knowledge of genetic engineering.
"This is what you should learn."
"I need to activate the laboratory under the Himalayas."
"You are the eldest son of the empire, and the empire has no secrets from you."
"Why do you trust me so much?"
Alexander was suspended in the air, looking closely at the horse who would be called a hero in the future.
"You are another immortal who is willing to stand in the human camp. If you are not of my race, your heart must be different. You also agree with the concept of human supremacy, don't you."
"Okay, okay, that's right. It feels good to become an immortal."
Alexander left with cheerful steps. From now on, he no longer had to worry about his short life. This is what many people dream of pursuing.
The only bad thing may be that this is the Warhammer universe.
"By the way, you won't keep squeezing me for this."
"of course not."
Malcador watched Alexander leave the central hall, the corners of his gentle mouth gradually curved.
