The Emperor's footprints have traveled throughout human history, and he has led the development of civilization in various capacities.
He is a scientist, a blacksmith, a doctor, he is the Immortal, the God of all opportunities.
He is the Almighty Lord of mankind.
Alexander didn't feel any of the above identities. He only knew that he slept deeply and soundly.
He only remembered the sound of bubbles floating around him, and the shackles on his body fell off one by one and became light.
The Emperor observed Alexander's physical data in the laboratory, gradually relaxing the psychic blockade on him.
In this case, the wings symbolizing purity behind Alexander gradually floated away, and the feathers disappeared into the subspace one by one.
All the marks of the exterminating angels on his body had disappeared, and Alexander became a perfect and beautiful standard model of humanity.
Alexander was now no longer a replica of the Emperor, but an Immortal with his own unique Warp-projection essence.
I don’t know how many days passed, but the sound of bubbling disappeared.
Pure white hazy light reflected in Alexander's eyes. He gradually opened his eyes and woke up in a warm blanket.
"what have you done?"
Alexander shook his head and took the lead in touching the top of his head, but found no swelling.
The Emperor still stood there, leaning over the experimental table, and did not answer Alexander's question.
"Didn't you come here for a physical examination? This is not like a normal physical examination."
Alexander didn't dare to mutter any more nicknames, lifted up the blanket and prepared to jump out of bed.
However, as soon as he landed, his body shook violently, and the disappearance of the wings on his back caused the entire body's center of gravity to shift.
"Why???"
Alexander touched behind himself with his hands behind his back and stared at the Emperor with a puzzled look on his face.
Where have my big wings gone? Have they been modified by this black-hearted scientist again?
Alexander stopped for a long time to see the emperor but still had no reaction. He couldn't help but walked over and punched him on the knee.
"Now you are the true eldest son, a pure-blood human, and the eternal one."
The Emperor was still immersed in handling the armor in his hand.
"The blockade of the subspace has been removed. When you can use psychic powers, the wings will spontaneously become your weapons."
The Emperor turned around, holding a set of pocket Shinichi armor that he had modified in his hands, and placed it in front of Alexander to size it.
This armor is rich in many technologies of the empire and is a complete replica of the genuine Shinichi armor.
"Come on, go get your brothers."
"Rogal Dorn will attack with you with the Legiones Astartes."
The Emperor ordered the biological servitors to help Alexander put on his armor, and then personally placed a golden crown on his head.
This time, the crown is no longer in the style of cotton and linen, but an energy shield generator with a biased stance.
At the same time, the weapons forged by the Emperor himself, the Sword of Dominance and the Banner of Command, have been sealed in weapons boxes and delivered to the Imperial Guards.
Alexander just stood there, listening to the Emperor tell him what was known so far.
Sanguinius is about to rule Baal, and Leon El'Jonson has passed the inspection, and his legions will accompany him.
Perturabo is still struggling, and Mortarion is still struggling with the poisonous Barbarus, seeking revenge against his alien adoptive father.
Lorgar Aurelion the Preacher, Jaghatai Khan the Eagle, Angron, Konrad Curze, and Krax.
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That night, Alexander left the laboratory overnight.
After a brief farewell to Malcador, the group flew directly to the Phalanx docked in space.
The accompanying personnel are still the forty Imperial Guards led by Caster, but they have been cleared of all memories of Alexander's training in the palace by the master of the seal, Malcador.
So much so that they all agreed that Alexander never had wings.
"The Sword of Dominance, hehe, it's not bad. After all, he made it with his own hands. Just consider it as compensation for beating me."
Alexander raised his two-handed sword, which was much taller than himself, and swung it twice vigorously, leaving an afterimage of blue flames in the air.
The sword was nearly three meters tall and was obviously not prepared for his current body shape.
The Flag of Command is a spear that can be used to hoist a flag. It is more than four meters in length. The tip of the spear is equipped with a molecular cutting stand.
This weapon is not the most important thing. The key thing is the three flags placed in the weapon box.
A double-headed eagle banner symbolizing the Imperium of Man, and a banner of the Mechanicus of Mars, but with the Emperor's emblem on it.
and the last flag, which features the lightning bolt.
These three flags were enough to give Alexander the final word when the coalition made major decisions.
"My brother, welcome to the Phalanx."
"There is no need to worry about safety. The Imperial Fist will guarantee it with its own honor."
Rogal Dorn has been waiting for a long time with his personal guards and company commanders, and Castia 02 Biological Sage is also staying here.
The Emperor placed his Astartes terraforming base on the moon, and the Phalanx stayed here just to transport them.
Upon arrival in each system, the Astartes of these different legions would transfer to various battleships and join the Emperor's Great Crusade.
"Dorn, I advise you not to try to touch my head, because I will let your heirs know your true identity."
"My dear brother."
Alexander ducked away from Dorn's hand, the Emperor leaving some psychological shadow on him.
Currently, his weapons and armor have been boxed up and under the care of Caster himself, so that Alexander in his robes looks more like a young child.
This resulted in Dorn not treating him as an adult as before, but more like a guardian.
"My children, come to meet the Emperor's eldest son, my brother."
Rogal Dorn didn't hesitate at all and told his captains about Alexander's true identity.
The Imperium was in the early stages of the Great Crusade, and the Emperor still led the Crusade without handing over the control of the armies to Horus.
So, in a way, Alexander's status as the eldest son of the Empire allowed him to lead all the Legiones Astartes.
These company commanders and the Guardsmen Astartes did not hesitate for a moment, kneeling on one knee to offer their loyalty to Alexander.
However, Alexander did not have any emotions because of this, because he knew that the Astartes only respected his identity.
"Dorn, let them get up."
Alexander nodded slightly to the Astartes and turned to look at Rogal Dorn.
The Captains of the Astartes had their eyes on their Primarch, and only took action when they saw Rogal Dorn waving.
Even though they had an inexplicable feeling of closeness to Alexander, Rogal Dorn, whom they had known for a long time, was obviously more respected by them.
"Let me show you around. If you live in the palace, you won't have the chance to see a space battle fortress like the Phalanx."
As if showing off his masterpiece, Dorn pushed Alexander off the bridge platform and into the interior of the Phalanx.
