Step, step,
The sound of heavy armor stepping on stone slabs was regular and rhythmic.
Forty Imperial Guardsmen wearing shining gold power armor followed Alexander, moving every three seconds.
In front of them is a half-meter-tall villain, and behind them are tall imperial guards. There is a huge gap in the movement speed of the two, but there is no impatience on their faces. On the contrary, there is great glory.
"Your Highness the eldest son, the announcement to summon the Thunder Warriors has been issued to the entire empire."
"I already know, Castor, when do you think the Thunder Warriors and Astartes will arrive? I can't wait to see them."
Alexander was walking and waving a two-handed sword that was about the same height as him. Since he was still in the developmental stage, the Empire did not have time to build a small model of power armor for him.
"The task I have been given now is to restore your combat ability. The other things I have to do are to wait for the notification from the Master of the Printer."
The captain of the Imperial Guard, Juste, responded in a low voice without giving much explanation.
"Okay, but I heard that Malcador has arranged my study plan until 300 years later. This is a long time."
When Alexander thought about his three hundred years of compulsory education, he scratched his head in sorrow.
"If there is news about the Thunder Warriors, remember to arrange a meeting as soon as possible."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The seemingly scattered distribution of the Imperial Guards made it impossible for outsiders to see the situation of Alexander in the center of the guard. On the contrary, he could clearly observe his surroundings.
The task assigned by Malcador today was to suppress a forbidden soldier without using psychic powers and only using combat skills.
In terms of pure strength comparison, Alexander Tang is currently on par with the ordinary Forbidden Army, but compared to the combat skills, Alexander without training may not be able to keep up with mutant beasts.
"Juster, are you going to play in person today?"
Alexander came to the center of the arena and turned to face Caster, who was obviously a head taller among the imperial troops.
"No, you are fighting against a warrior who also uses a power sword today."
Caster did not set foot in the arena, but watched a brother of the Imperial Guards walk onto the stage, while other Imperial Guards stood guard on the outside.
Before the battle began, Juste slowly explained the power sword's attack methods, weaknesses, strengths, and the weakest parts of the power armor.
The Imperial Guard on the opposite side showed Alexander how to hold a power sword, cutting or stabbing when attacking.
"Are you ready?"
After Caster finished speaking, he didn't make any pause and walked neatly towards the outside.
"alright."
Before Alexander finished speaking, he saw a humanoid tank weighing several tons rushing towards him at a pace of 80 kilometers per hour.
The thick golden power armor was accompanied by the unique roar of machinery, and the power sword with the ability to cut molecules glowed brightly and made a strange buzzing sound.
The height difference between the two will inevitably lead to different attack methods. The imperial army swung the two-meter-long power giant sword and struck Alexander head-on.
I can't imagine that if the person standing in front of the imperial army was an alien or something else, it would be split in half.
Choking, a delicate short sword that looked like a paper knife was placed horizontally. Alexander braced the heavy power sword above his head, and the molecules cut together to make a unique sizzling sound.
The Forbidden Army missed a hit, and immediately raised its golden-armored foot and kicked it violently. The movements were precise and not sloppy at all, perfectly explaining what a killing machine is.
Although it was Alexander's first time fighting, at this moment he seemed to have awakened the fighting instinct deep in his heart. Adrenaline surged in his body, and he felt that time around him suddenly slowed down, and the movements of the imperial army seemed to be slowing down frame by frame.
So he bent his knees in advance and turned sideways, and pulled the tip of the sword down hard. The giant sword immediately rubbed his side and slashed to the ground.
Then he immediately raised his slightly delicate-looking arm and put it on his chest, holding down the heavily kicked armor in a gesture that was incomprehensible to ordinary people.
The Captain of the Garth Guards was always watching the action on the field, and the infrared analyzer monitored Alexander's body heat. When he saw the Imperial Guard raising his feet, he still unconsciously touched the bolter on his waist, always ready to interrupt this. A fight.
Primarchs are both strong and weak, but it is incredible to see a Primarch like Alexander who showed such great power at an early age.
The Imperial Guards surrounding the arena also turned to look at each other. They had a great tacit understanding. They didn't need to speak during the battle, they could understand each other's meaning with just one look.
At this moment, they all showed their shock at Alexander's strength. It can be said that he was worthy of the title of the eldest son of the empire.
In just a few minutes, the Imperial Guards fighting Alexander relied on their speed to circle around him several times, and the sound of the power swords chopping and intertwining was extremely harsh.
The weapons used by this forbidden army also began to increase, with adamantine daggers and power fists appearing one after another.
Just noticed that compared with the previous two hasty defenses, Alexander's attack and defense skills had increased to an extremely considerable extent, and his learning ability was not comparable to that of ordinary imperial soldiers.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes.
The high-intensity battle lasted for two full hours. From the initial feeding moves to the later attacks with real fighting skills, the imperial soldier was unable to do anything to Alexander.
"That's enough, today's training is over."
When Just saw that Alexander had not improved significantly, he immediately stopped the game. The recorder on his helmet sealed the video and encrypted it at the highest level.
Members of the nursery who had been waiting for a long time rushed to the stage and began to check Alexander's physical condition and replenish nutrition and water in time.
This battle was not strenuous for Alexander, who was still in the developmental stage, but his body's toddler instinct still made him a little sleepy. After eating the special food, he huddled up in the blanket and fell asleep.
As a result, forty imperial soldiers accompanied by twenty members of the Foundling Hall walked briskly and quietly, escorting him all the way back to the palace belonging to the eldest son.
Under the dim sunset, a giant nearly three meters tall held a baby in his hands, looking like a treasure.
...
Boom, boom, boom
Caster knocked on the door of the central hall of the palace and came to meet the Seal Master Malcador.
Alexander's training video needs to be sealed because it reveals too much information, rapid adaptation, extreme reflexes, high physical strength, great strength, flight, and too many unexplored abilities.
If necessary, the memories of these forty forbidden troops should also be cleared at the necessary moment.
After getting the video, Malcador watched it for himself first, while Just stood by and waited for the next order.
"As I expected, follow-up training will still proceed according to the written plan."
Malcador, who had studied Alexander for many months, obviously knew Alexander's specific situation better than Juste. He did not show surprise, but waved his hand to let Juste leave the hall first.
Even if the memory is cleared, it will have to wait until the training has been completed for a period of time before erasing it all.
Malcador put on his computer again to expedite the post-war restoration of government affairs for thousands of planets. Currently, the Empire has not established a Council of High Lords of Terra, and all government affairs require his own hands.
The Great Crusade continues, and every day many planets surrender to the Empire.
Alexander even wondered if Malcador was being squeezed too much and wanted to skip work when he sat on the Golden Throne voluntarily.
