Buzz~~~
The single-molecule saw blade of the chainsword was stuck tightly.
Alexander stood up using the strength of his sword, and Shinichi's armor stamped hard on the chest of the 14th Regiment Captain.
One hundred and ninety consecutive wins!
The warm cheers of the Astra Militarum were heard again on the Mountain Town, and more Space Marines arrived in the arena.
In the biological laboratory, the organ modification surgery of the Fourteenth Legion Astartes is still continuing.
The tedious and single life lasted for one and a half months.
The winning streak challenge comes to the 197th game.
Captain of the Fourth Legion, Dantioch.
Every offensive step in the Iron Warriors' genes shows a steady and ferocious momentum.
The power hammer flashing with blue light flew out of his hand and hit the left shoulder plate of Shinichi's armor hard.
It was a complete whack.
Alexander exchanged injuries for injuries and took a hard blow. While his body shook violently, he charged up a blow with his power fist.
Dantioch, flew out of the field.
In this battle, His Royal Highness the Eldest Son's exclusive symbol was engraved on the power hammer by the Forbidden Army for the first time.
It was a complete double-headed eagle made of lines.
Dantioch of the Fourth Legion knelt on one knee, holding the power hammer symbolizing glory in his hands.
On this day, the entire Shanzhen was completely boiling.
His Royal Highness, the eldest son, spreads his mark to the outside world for the first time.
However, compared to the joy outside the court, Roger Dorn looked solemn.
Alexander quietly withdrew from the arena and led the imperial guards all the way to the combat command room.
"No news yet?"
"Not yet."
Rogal Dorn frowned, his eyes fixed on the star map provided by the Terra Star Torch.
A month and a half ago, Alexander had asked him to send a request to Terra for Mars to provide for the construction of the Magos.
To this day, there is still no news.
This situation is very wrong. To put it simply, they have unilaterally lost contact with Terra.
The Phalanx is still heading towards its destination, but has lost all signals from the outside world.
The subspace is twisted and changeable.
That's not the only problem.
The fanatical Astra Militarum seem to have discovered a strange thing. As long as they regularly watch the competitive duels of His Royal Highness the eldest son, they can be protected from the whispers of Chaos to a certain extent.
According to Rogal Dorn's statistics, based on the non-combat attrition ratio when traveling through subspace in the past.
At present, at least close to 2% of the Astra Militarum should be executed, but in fact, it is less than 1% now.
"The Seventh Legion of the Empire, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Rogal Dorn."
"As the captain of the Empire's eldest son's personal guard, Garth, I formally propose to you to provide you with all the information currently known about your legion."
Just summoned the Forbidden Forces combat team directly and surrounded the Phalanx's combat command room.
The guards maintained a concentric formation, protecting Alexander with no blind spots, and were always ready to break through.
The twenty Imperial Guards outside the door were still standing guard as usual, but the bolt guns were quietly loaded, and the Guard's Spear also activated the disintegration stance, completely blocking the flow of personnel.
Rogal Dorn did not answer Caster's question, but directly kicked each of the two company commanders beside him.
Because these two guys had just reached out to the plasma pistol on the outside of their thighs.
"You get out. From now on, you are no longer the captain of the Imperial Fists, and you are no longer my heirs."
Although Rogal Dorn's tone remained calm, his hands were trembling and veins were pulsing on his forehead.
He was not angry at the Custodian Caster's questioning of him, but was ashamed that his heir actually used weapons against the eldest son of the empire.
"Master Primarch, please allow His Highness the eldest son to grant death to us."
The two captains of the Imperial Fists did not leave. Instead, they knelt on one knee and took off their helmets with both hands and placed them in front of them.
The two of them lowered their heads silently, holding combat daggers in both hands and waiting for punishment.
All this happened in just a few breaths, and it was immediately necessary to decide the life or death of two captains of the Legion of Astartes and a company of ten thousand people.
"That's enough. Isn't it chaotic enough now?"
Alexander had just finished the competition, and without taking off his armor, he directly pushed away the imperial guards in front of him to defend him.
After he walked out of the formation that protected him, he came to the two captains of the Imperial Fists and slapped away the adamantine combat dagger.
"They should receive an honorable verdict."
Rogal Dorn responded with a sullen face, but did not look at Alexander's expression.
"Donne, am I your brother?"
"..."
Rogal Dorn suddenly heard such a question, and he couldn't react for a moment and was speechless.
Alexander was not angry at all, and walked straight to Dorn with his hands on his hips.
"Yes, you are."
Rogal Dorn responded repeatedly before he could ask again.
"Well, now I have the final say here."
"But they have lost their honor and deserve to be judged."
Roger Dorn was still scratching his head and disagreed with Alexander's statement.
However, when he saw Alexander's serious expression, his tone suddenly changed.
"Whether they are judged or not, they are no longer my heirs and must leave the Imperial Fists."
"you sure?"
Alexander looked at Dorn carefully and saw that he still refused to let go, so he simply accepted the two company commanders.
"Well, from now on, they will be my heirs and join my legion."
Alexander didn't hesitate and came directly to Caster, pulled out the power sword from the weapon box and placed it on the shoulder of the former Imperial Fist Captain.
"tell me your name."
"Fafnir Lane."
"your name."
Alexander switches to another man holding the sword.
Under two particularly heavy gasps, a name rang out.
"Danat Lysander."
First company commander?
Alexander looked up at Rogal Dorn in surprise.
The number of Space Marines on the Mountain Town alone is close to 100,000. Even if Alexander fights for a year, he may not be able to see every hero of the company.
Although he had never fought against the First Captain of the Imperial Fists in the arena, Alexander might as well have heard of his name.
Of course Dorn was paying attention to the situation here, closing his eyes and nodding slightly.
"From today on, you officially become my heirs. You can call yourselves the eldest son's personal army, Legion Zero."
Alexander withdrew the power sword from their shoulders, picked up the adamantine combat dagger and sheathed it with his own hands.
The two company commanders did not stand up immediately, but silently erased the badges and emblems symbolizing honor on their shoulder pads.
"I allow you to keep your own painting, just add a circle of gold coating outside the shoulder armor."
Alexander saw them trembling and hesitating whether to proceed with erasing the Legion's crest that symbolized the Imperial Fist.
Immediately before they took action, he went up to them and held their hands to remind them.
At the same time, he looked at the Primarch of the Imperial Fist, Rogal Dorn.
"Cowards, warriors of the Imperial Fists will have the courage to admit their mistakes."
Rogal Dorn snorted coldly and turned to look at the star map, which was no longer looking at this situation.
Alexander ignored him and immediately supported the two company commanders and motioned to the imperial guards to take them out first.
In the entire combat command room, only the Custodes, Alexander and the Primarch of the Imperial Fist, Rogal Dorn, were left.
