"I offer my loyalty to you, Your Highness, the eldest son."
"The Emperor bless you, lord primarch."
In the fortress corridor of the Phalanx, the Imperial Fists Astartes warriors on duty saluted Alexander and their primarch Rogal Dorn with the Sky Eagle Salute.
These veterans from Terra, the founding members of the Seventh Legion, were still not used to calling their Primarch their father.
Rogal Dorn didn't care what the title was. As long as they could fight for the Emperor in the galaxy, they could call themselves the Imperial Fists.
Alexander walked along the corridor wearing a linen robe and a crown made by the emperor himself.
Along the way, they met more members of the Human Imperial Guard, which was the Astra Militarum that had recently been suddenly restructured in order to adapt to the Great Crusade.
"Void shield, macro cannon, light spear, Geller stance, these are a series of equipment configured on the battleship."
"However, whether it's a battleship or a war fortress, the first thing you need to understand if you want to win is the machine soul, the people who control these devices."
The Custodes surrounded Alexander, and Rogal Dorn stood beside him and described the facilities inside the battleship one by one.
This was also the task assigned by Malcador to Roger Dorn, to teach Alexander about space naval warfare.
If you want to get weapons supplies during the war, you can go to the Forge World, but qualified technical personnel can't just be replenished.
As for the machine soul, it is an intelligent central control system that can resist subspace infection and has a certain degree of self-awareness.
"Uh, wait, did you build a war fortress underneath the monastery?"
To be honest, although Rogal Dorn's narration was a bit boring, Alexander was trying his best to listen.
It’s normal to have a few subjects in the 300-Year Education Plan that you don’t like.
But when a group of people walked through the narrow corridor, Alexander still couldn't help but let out a sigh.
The towering monastery, sculptures tens of meters high and corridors that can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
When Alexander saw such a huge Gothic dome complex, he realized that as early as the Golden Age, people liked to build temples on various fortresses.
"People like you who have never experienced subspace navigation will certainly not understand how important it is to have a monastery."
Rogal Dorn's hands behind his back clenched unconsciously, why is this kid's mouth even worse than his own.
Phalanx is a fortress discovered by Rogal Dorn in space. Many buildings on it still retain their original appearance, and the monastery is one of them.
When Donne looked down and saw that Alexander was just shocked by the magnificence of the building, he quickly recited Tong Yan Wuji silently in his heart.
"Indeed, the subspace is quite dangerous."
"But can I go in and have a look? I heard that the best way to get to know a legion is to visit their monastery."
Alexander is very curious about any places of interest. After all, he has come here, so it would be a pity not to see them.
Faced with such a problem as the eldest son of the empire, how could the Imperial Fist Corps say they were unwilling to do so.
However, just after Rogal Dorn agreed, his heart suddenly tightened. It seemed that since he returned to the empire, he had not accomplished a few victories that could be engraved in the monastery.
For so many years, he either fought beside the Emperor or used the space fortress to transport military forces. The chances of independent victory with the Imperial Fists Legion were really few compared to other legions.
In the unlikely event that Alexander visits monasteries on other legion flagships in the future, this comparison will be useful.
Zin Zin Zin.
Roger Dorn followed Alexander for a walk in the monastery with anxious steps.
When the group was about to leave the monastery, and Dorn was finally ready to breathe a sigh of relief, he still heard a comment that made people's eyes darken.
"The venue layout is quite luxurious, but the sculptures feel a bit single."
"Okay, my brother, thank you for your hard work. I have a combat training mission later. That's it for today's visit."
Alexander shook out his robe and prepared to use the arena on the fortress to start training on the spot.
A lot of time was wasted along the way, and the captain of the Garth Guards had already reminded him three times.
Upon hearing this, Rogal Dorn's eyes lit up when he turned to look at his company commander.
"No problem. I have my private arena on the Phalanx. I'll take you there now."
"By the way, Captain Garst Guard, the cabin arranged for you is next to my lounge. The guards will lead you there first."
Rogal Dorn waved his hand to his personal guards and asked them to lead the Imperial Guards to place their luggage.
Faced with this proposal, the captain of the Garst Guards really didn't intend to refuse, so he decisively separated ten people from the team and took everyone's personal belongings away.
His eldest son's time is precious, and wasting it anywhere would be a huge mistake for him.
...
Buzz! ! !
In the arena, the sounds of chainswords being activated were endless, and the shouts were even louder.
"Come again, let the tactical team come together."
Alexander stood in the center of the field wearing Shinichi armor, with dozens of company elites already fallen beside him.
The apothecaries and medical servitors of the Imperial Fists were staying outside. When one fell, they went up to drag one away.
Rogal Dorn didn't know Alexander's true strength, so the company champions and guards were not sent in the first wave.
"Let the Astartes take the field in an organized manner. We don't know the true strength of His Royal Highness the eldest son."
When Caster saw Dorn turning to ask for his opinion, he had no choice but to tell the truth about the current situation.
Due to their memories being erased, not even the Guards could remember how strong Alexander was.
The Imperial Fists beheading team watched Dorn's move, their minds in a state of confusion.
They were recruited suddenly, and they had not said in advance that they would compete with His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the empire. Faced with this situation, how to fight became a problem.
A standard decapitation team consists of five people, consisting of two coordinated attackers, two tactical supports, and a breacher.
The melee weapons equipped are mostly power hammers, chainswords and tactical daggers, as well as heavy shields.
During the exploratory attack, the decapitation team did not directly form a group around Alexander like the Forbidden Army. Instead, they cooperated with each other and hid beside their comrades in accordance with combat habits.
This is the obvious difference between the Custodes and the Astartes. The Astartes mostly participate in large-scale team battles, focusing on preserving their own strength and destroying the enemy as much as possible, while the Custodes sparring is mostly for the purpose of feeding.
Both sides were moving slowly, and when they activated the decomposition stance of the power hammer, they brought a flash of light to the entire arena.
A buzzing sound.
The frontal breaker jumped high and swung his power hammer head-on. The support Astartes switched from holding heavy bolters on both sides to explosive firing mode, blocking Alexander's movement space with all his strength.
In fact, everything has two sides, and Alexander's size advantage is particularly important at this time.
He did not choose to confront the power hammer and thus be brought into the attack rhythm of the decapitation team. Instead, he directly threw the captured power hammer into the Astartes' offensive formation.
In order to protect his teammates, Ascart, who was holding a shield, habitually attacked him. With such a seemingly simple attack, the team lost every game.
When the power hammer collides with the shield, it produces a dazzling light.
Alexander took the opportunity to lean over and break into the opponent's formation. The one-meter-long power sword and the huge force attached to it made it impossible for the assaulter to withstand it, and the heavy bolter of the support warrior had no chance to suppress fire.
In just a few breaths, the entire team was wiped out.
