"Hahaha, even veterans of the Imperial Fists can't do it."
"Those personal guards standing outside, that's right for you, come up and practice. Don't embarrass Dorne."
After Alexander defeated the Astartes team, he picked up a shield from the ground and stuck it on his arm. The power sword slapped on it and made a harsh sound.
Although he temporarily lost the wings that allowed him to fight in the air, it was not difficult to face the Astartes beheading squad.
After all, he had fought against the Imperial Guards who cooperated tacitly, and this level of intensity was just a warm-up.
Roger Dorn really had a toothache when he saw Alexander being so impudent on the court. This kid's mouth is also venomous, which is heart-warming.
In fact, the company commanders of the Imperial Fists were even more worried that they would not be able to go up if this situation continued.
But it's no wonder that the Astartes of the Imperial Fists are not strong enough. After all, the original body's title of demigod is not just talk. He has a power that far exceeds that of others since he was a child.
"Your Highness, the time has come. Castia 02 Biological Sage has informed you that you need to go to the laboratory to learn biological practical techniques."
Just stood next to Rogal Dorn, watching the original body's face turn from green to black, fearing that he would not be happy to go out and perform the gestures himself.
So he quickly stopped the competition, pushed Alexander, who was obviously on top, and left in a hurry under the gaze of everyone. Before leaving, he didn't forget to take off the shield stuck on his arm and throw it on the ground.
Rogal Dorn just stood there blankly, watching Alexander leave the arena.
This was the first time for the Imperial Fist's personal guards and several company commanders to see their genetic father being so angry, and no one dared to reply.
In the past, Rogal Dorn would only chat with someone for a few words, and he would make the other person gnash his teeth or slam the door and leave.
In today's situation, hey, one thing really brings down another thing.
But...hey, I'm worried about how I will spend the next few months.
But they also didn't want to think about how those company commanders would deal with Rogal Dorn's vicious words against other Primarchs.
"Sigismund, tomorrow, you come tomorrow."
Rogal Dorn slammed the arena door, but he couldn't help but push it back.
"Forget it, let the guards go first tomorrow. Don't inform me. I want to lead the Phalanx and the fleet group to travel through subspace."
Rogal Dorn gave himself a seemingly reasonable excuse, but he just didn't know if he could bear it.
...
Alexander walked in the empty corridors of the monastery, and the solemn feeling gradually liberated him from his warlike mood.
The equipped weapons were delivered to the private servitor for maintenance, and the servo skull flew low to scan his body information to check for any abnormalities.
"Juster, when the emperor gave you those exclusive weapons, did he mention anything?"
"No." Just shook his head.
"It's strange. You don't tell me when you give me something, and you don't care whether it can be used."
Alexander returned to the room assigned to him by Rogal Dorn, put on his robe, and fixed his hair.
He kicked two personal weapon boxes under his bed, officially possessing two treasures at the bottom of the box.
"Your Highness, will anything happen to Lord Rogal Dorn if you are so angry?"
As the captain of the personal guard of His Royal Highness the eldest son, Caster thought he understood Alexander's behavior and habits relatively well. However, after boarding the Phalanx, his personality and tone of voice became a little abnormal.
"Dorne is a straight man of steel. There are more than twenty legions in the Great Crusade. It will be impossible if he cannot unite the forces around him."
"He was aware of it but didn't care, and I just wanted to make him understand that this behavior could have been easily avoided."
Rogal Dorn will always only say what he thinks is right, and he will never nor bother to lie, even if it is a white and necessary lie, so he cannot reach an agreement with other primarchs at all, or even carry out tactics. Cooperate.
This directly led to the fact that Dorn, who had certain tactical training and command ability, could not serve as the commander of a large army in combat.
And whenever the originals wanted to communicate or argue with him, he couldn't understand the cynicism of others, and would just directly declare that the discussion was over and that he had won.
In fact, this is a manifestation of his stubborn character, and it is also an alternative flaw.
Alexander tried to start with the brothers who were easiest to solve first, and then gradually isolated the crisis. He was arranged by Malcador to study biotechnology and genetic engineering research, and he had the idea of letting him solve the problem of gene seed mutation first.
You must know that the genetic seeds of the Imperial Fists mutated, and the second reorganization after the annihilation of the parent group caused both of the Astartes surgeries to become ineffective.
Sus-an meninges can allow soldiers to feign death after serious injuries, delaying a large amount of time waiting for treatment, so that many elites can be retained.
Etched glands allow Astartes warriors to spit out corrosive venom, allowing them to break free from their chains and save themselves even if they are unarmed.
The lack of these two life-saving functions directly caused the soldiers of the Imperial Fists Chapter to suffer heavy losses in subsequent wars.
Mutations in the gene seeds of other legions could even lead to rebellion in the entire legion, and Alexander, as a stable original body, was the best research material.
"Let's go to the biological laboratory and have a look. I don't know what happened to Kab Eric and the others."
Alexander opened the door. The Imperial Guards had already controlled the corridor leading to the laboratory under the arrangement of Caster.
Although he was not sure what he could learn, he was right to follow the three-hundred-year compulsory education study plan.
Just walked in front and opened the laboratory door full of Martian Mechanicus style, and Alexander walked straight in.
Different from the Emperor's laboratory, the first impression given here is that this is really a terrifying laboratory of dark scientists.
The unique mechanical prosthetic eyes of the Martian sages allow them to conduct experiments without sufficient light, so the laboratory is very dark, and the various gear decorations fill the whole room with the imagination of flesh and blood suffering.
"Your Royal Highness, the eldest son, welcome to my private laboratory. The next scene may require you to overcome your physiological reactions."
Castia 02 Biosage is manipulating the mechanical claw on the back, carefully performing precise cuts on the operating table.
The lifespan of the servitors is not permanent. They need to replace the biowet parts regularly. Castia 02 is currently doing this job.
"Are biological sages also proficient in these mechanical tasks?"
Although Alexander was not very interested in prosthetic transformation, he still endured the discomfort and went over.
"You don't think that sages are only proficient in one subject. I am also a mechanical sage."
Castia detached a mechanical claw and grabbed a metal stool covered with brocade from the wall. She motioned Alexander to stand on it and observed it. In order to prevent him from seeing it, she also shined a light on it.
Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the laser scalpel easily cuts off a biowet arm, and the screws, nuts, and metal tubes are installed in sequence on the black and red flesh plane.
Castia 02 will only demonstrate in person when she needs to pay close attention.
