"When you meet him, you will definitely understand why he is called the eldest son of the Empire."
"Just like when you first met the Emperor."
Malcador was still leaning against the window. Through the glazed window, he could already see the guard spears of the imperial guards protruding from the wall.
"So, what should I call him, brother, or my brother?"
Rogal Dorn, the original body of the Imperial Fists of the Seventh Legion, just stood there minding his own business, stroking his bright copper-colored armor.
"As you wish, but there is one thing I want to tell you in advance. Alexander will leave Terra soon, and he needs to go to other galaxies under your escort."
"So, just because of this incident, I was transferred back to Terra? He is so weak that he can't even do interstellar navigation?"
Roger Dorn also came to the window and looked down through the glass, trying to find Alexander's figure.
In this central hall, even Dorne's personal guards could not enter, but the personal guards of the emperor's eldest son below were able to arrive in advance and prepare to serve.
When the two situations are compared, the gap becomes obvious.
Rogal Dorn's two consecutive rhetorical exchanges made Malcador a little tired. He turned around and returned to his office surrounded by servo skulls, a chair covered with metal pipes.
When Dorn saw this, he thought Malcador had something else to explain, so he followed him sideways.
"Makado, are you here? What's going on with the biological sages sent by Mars? The way they look at me is wrong, very wrong."
Alexander unloaded his weapon at the entrance of the hall, and rushed into the hall half running and half flying. As a result, he was flashed by a bright yellow reflection, and then his body suddenly felt light.
"You are my brother? The emperor's eldest son?"
When Rogal Dorn heard a voice coming from behind him, Alexander almost hit him directly in the lower back.
Dorn had just retreated from the battlefield, and he didn't have a weapon in his hand. In an instant, his nerves were ready to give Alexander a big hug.
As a result, he inserted his hands and picked up the one-meter-two-meter-tall little man, and then looked at Alexander with questions in his head.
"Uh, you are?"
Alexander first stared at the big-eyed man about 3.5 meters in front of him for a while, and then the two of them looked at Macado who was sitting on the central processor at the same time.
What Alexander was thinking was, who is this big guy? What does he want to do?
What Rogal Dorn was thinking was, where is the Emperor's eldest son as big as me? So you said my brother is so small?
"His name is Rogal Dorn, Primarch of the Imperial Fists of the Seventh Legion."
"Your brother, oh no, I should say your brother."
Malcador looked at Alexander with a teasing face. He was deeply persecuted by Roger Dorn's language art, so this opportunity would come.
But Roger Dorn obviously hadn't recovered from the surprise, and he didn't hear what Malcador was saying at all, but turned his attention to Alexander again.
Shinichi's armor is exactly the same as the Emperor's, with a delicate little face and a body that clearly looks like it's still in the cub stage.
Rogal Dorn simply couldn't understand why this villain would leave Terra to fight in other galaxies.
Should such a cub be allowed to participate in the Great Crusade?
Is it already so difficult for the empire to recruit troops?
"Wait, wait, you...are my brother?"
Rogal Dorn confirmed again in disbelief. He even wanted to shake the delicate little figure in his hand to see if it was a doll.
"Yes, Rogal Dorn, Primarch of the Imperial Fists, I know you, my brother."
"Horus is also my brother, as well as Alpharius, Leman Russ, Ferrus Manus, Vulkan, Robert Guilliman, Magnus, they are all."
To be honest, Alexander was a little ashamed to be held like this. After all, his mental age was more than 20 years old.
However, he still managed to read out the names of every primarch that had returned so far.
If he shows his cowardice, these big guys will all refuse to admit what he did.
As long as Alexander opens a breakthrough, everyone will be dragged down together.
Roger Dorn turned his head to look at Malcador, then turned to look at Alexander, and checked back and forth on Malcador's smiling face more than three times before saying in a muffled voice.
"If this is the Emperor's will, then I shall call you Alexander, my brother."
Rogal Dorn knelt on one knee to surrender to the Emperor's will and to acknowledge Alexander's identity.
As Malcador said before, in Rogal Dorn's perception, although Alexander is currently not as dazzling as the Emperor, he is definitely not comparable to the original bodies.
The hot subspace star projection allowed Alexander to emit a warm light unconsciously, making him look more like a young version of the Emperor. How could Rogal Dorn not be surprised by this.
He suddenly understood why the empire transferred him back to Terra. Alexander really needed his escort, but he just didn't know what mission he was leaving his home planet to perform this time.
"Well, put me down now, I have something to ask Macado."
Roger Dorn said something nice, but there was no response when he held Alexander's hand. It was Alexander who patted his thick arm before he was put on the ground.
"Makado, what's going on with those sages on Mars? They used an infrared scanner to scan me when we first met."
"Discourteous! Don't these mechanical lunatics know what personal privacy is?"
Roger Dorn stood behind Alexander and asked Malcador together, obviously bringing in his own identity.
"Ha, that was Alexander's teacher who later carried out biotechnology practice, and he was also the sage who helped him cultivate Astartes."
Looking at Rogal Dorn who instantly switched sides, Malcador suddenly laughed, but he still explained the reason clearly.
Primarch technology was an important part of the Emperor's plan, and the group of sages on Mars were already in great moods for not being deeply involved in the genetic cultivation experiments of the twenty Primarchs.
Now that Alexander has appeared, the technology that belongs entirely to the empire will naturally allow them to provide resources and allow them to continue to shine for the empire.
What's more, the Emperor had witnessed Alexander's potential and stability and dedicated part of his own time to prepare a special gift for him.
"Rogal Dorn, your legion needs to prepare for the next expedition as soon as possible. Time is running out. Don't forget the difficulty of this mission."
Malcador had successfully arranged for the two to meet. It seemed that they got along well, so he signaled Rogal Dorn to leave first.
"See you in the afternoon, Alexander. Goodbye Malcador."
Dorn came here on his own time. He would also meet the emperor in person later. After saying hello to the two of them, he opened the door and left the hall.
But before leaving, he made sure again and again what kind of brother he had gained.
