"Dorn doesn't seem that difficult to get along with, what do you think, Malcador?"
Alexander stared at the slowly closing door, then turned to look at Malcador sitting in the center.
"Huh, I think your study plan needs to be strengthened."
The brain computer that Malcador wore on his head all year round was thrown aside, and he just relaxed and slumped in the seat.
Malcador, who knew part of the future, was no longer as gloomy as before. When Alexander thrived, he could even imagine his retirement life, hoping that the future would not be a dream.
"Are you sure you want me to form the Legion of Astartes? How to solve the various shortcomings of the Astartes warriors?"
Alexander was infected by the relaxed atmosphere and sat on the steps with his hands spread out directly. The two of them looked like old friends who had known each other for many years, facing the dim sunset.
Although Alexander didn't get along with the Astartes for a long time, he stayed with the Adeptus Advocates for more than three months, and he could still feel the Adeptus Advocates' almost inhuman execution.
If he were to choose, Alexander would still prefer to stabilize the physical bodies of the Thunder Warriors and suppress the violent spirits. It doesn't matter whether they can be enhanced or not.
"You are trying to say that the transformation of the Astartes will cause them to lose part of their humanity. Don't worry, the Magi of Mars are already experimenting with this technology. The Emperor is back this time to help you solve this problem."
Malcador took the refreshments from the mechanical claw of the servo skull and directed them to send them to Alexander as well.
The Emperor deliberately slowed down the Great Crusade because there were different Astartes technological transformation plans for different Primarchs.
For the twenty unstable Primarchs, the Astartes are naturally imperfect and unstable, but for Alexander, who anchors the material world and subspace, the Space Marines born from him are two completely different parts. .
"Have you forgotten some of the technologies in your memory, such as the suturing technology from the Martian Archsage Caul, the Primaris transformation plan, and some parts that even you have only heard about but don't understand exactly. "
"You mean to directly use my genetic samples to forge Primaris Space Marines?"
Alexander forcibly swallowed the extremely sweet tea, and then lay on the steps and recalled the extra modification technologies of the Primaris warriors.
"But if the Primaris transformation is to be carried out, then the Thunder Warriors need to be transformed into Astartes first. After these two transformation technologies are carried out, they will probably all be dead."
"So, the Emperor is back."
Macado took a sip of tea calmly, but this information made Alexander sit up in excitement.
"Yes, he is back, for the Thunder Warriors, for the eldest son of the empire."
Malcador and the Emperor sorted out many things that would happen in the future of the Empire while Alexander was still gestating in the nutrient chamber.
With an exact timeline as a reference, the Emperor's ability to predict the future has successfully broken through the influence of the four gods. He can see more things clearly, so he can do more things accordingly.
"Then I won't worry."
Alexander was originally worried about how to save these Thunder Warriors so that they could pass the transformation safely.
Now that the most powerful big guy is back, you don't have to worry anymore, just lie down and wait for him to fly away.
You must know that there are a lot of black technologies from the emperor. According to the experimental manuscripts, a terrifying legion like the Super Duck Guards can be directly created without the need for gene seeds.
Malcador seemed to have read through Alexander's thoughts and said in a tone without any emotion.
"I advise you not to think about lying down. In your memory, isn't this world synonymous with darkness and despair?"
"I can tell you that it's real, it's desperation, pure desperation."
"When people look up at the stars, what they feel is not the vastness of the sky and the open-mindedness of their hearts, but the endless alien races and bloodthirsty and cruel beasts."
"They will tear you apart and eat you without mercy. Even so, they will take away your soul and make you unable to control yourself while awake, making you miserable and desperate."
In Malcador's eyes, Alexander was a child who had never left Terra. He was pure, powerful, yet so innocent.
But Malcador believed that as long as Alexander had experienced aliens and chaos, he would definitely be able to grow up quickly.
This is also the reason why the Emperor is willing to choose him.
"You're right, Malcador. The stable life I've had these past few months makes me feel like I'm just from the 2K era, suddenly entering the future interstellar era. When I read the information about the Zerg, Orcs, and Evil Gods, it's like I’m reading a science fiction extracurricular book.”
"Maybe I should go out and take a look."
Alexander's almost superhuman mental reflexes allowed him to quickly receive information and adjust his mentality.
The Emperor even feared that if certain Primarchs were informed of certain information about the Warp, they would collapse directly into the embrace of Chaos.
But there is no need to worry about these problems when communicating with Alexander, because Alexander is extremely stable and has the ability to withstand stress that humans should have.
"You don't have to be too depressed. Even if there is a future without you, mankind will not be defeated."
Malcador stepped down from his seat and sat on the steps side by side with Alexander, looking at the sunset outside the window in the same posture.
"But, what do you have a saying? Oh, yes, it's already here, and the child is still young."
"Wouldn't it be a loss if you don't make good use of your own advantages? What's more, the stage is about to be set. Don't you want to go up there and have some fun?"
Alexander looked at the chattering Macado and felt that he knew more about the Internet than he did, and he didn't look like an old antique.
But then I thought about it, how could a person who has lived through several eras and stood on the stage be pedantic?
"Don't worry, I'm not a glass-hearted person. Since I can come to this era, I firmly believe that I must have something special."
"Is there anything else you need to arrange? You can leave first without me."
Alexander stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his body as usual, and looked down at the energetic old man who seemed to be very good at educating children.
"The Emperor is waiting for you in his laboratory under the Himalayas. The Martian sages will teach you practical biological techniques."
"As for the Thunder Warriors, if they want to go, let them go. If they don't want to, just stay in Terra and retire."
Malcador watched the last twilight fall behind Alexander, then lay casually on the steps with his eyes closed and waved to him.
Upon seeing this, Alexander quietly approached the door, opened a gap and got out, then carefully closed it. The whole process was silent.
