"I trust you completely."
"As long as you and I can stay stable, we will definitely be able to stand firm in this subspace."
Alexander stood side by side with Rogal Dorn in front of the star map, raised his head and raised his right hand into a fist.
This is a fierce man who started from a small battle, conquered his own galaxy, and then conquered the galaxy for the empire.
If Rogal Dorn is unreliable, I'm afraid there will be no one on this mountain town who can take charge of the overall situation.
At this time, Rogal Dorn's attention was entirely focused on the constantly flashing star map, processing complex information in his mind.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of fists being pumped that he lowered his head and looked at Alexander.
"Um?"
Alexander said nothing and continued to shake his fist at Dorn.
Roger Dorn quickly clenched his hand into a fist and touched Alexander lightly tentatively.
"Very good, I'll leave this to you. I'm going back to Castea to fulfill my promise."
Alexander took back his hand and said a simple farewell, and walked quickly towards the door of the command room as if fleeing.
He finally understood why the emperor liked to find a prime minister.
Alexander was a little dizzy just processing some simple reports. If he was responsible for the entire Phalanx affairs, it would be impossible not to have a processor in his head.
With a crash, the Imperial Guards swarmed behind Alexander, and in an instant there was only one person left in the command room.
"We...are standing."
Rogal Dorn looked down at his left fist, muttering to himself in a low voice.
The storm brought by the Imperial Guard in the combat command room did not blow downwards after all.
The Shanzhen is still at a high level of combat readiness, and the recruits' organ modification surgeries have come to an end one after another.
When they enter the material world, fleets from all legions will arrive on the Phalanx one after another to pick up their brothers.
Companies with battleships will arrive in different galaxies to fight according to the orders given by Terra.
The Mechanicum of Mars dispatched a large number of fleets to accompany the Phalanx, following the footsteps of the Empire's conquests and building many forge worlds to supply the Empire's fleets along the way.
...
"Juster, make arrangements for the two company commanders. I will meet them in person."
Alexander walked quickly on the way back to the biology laboratory.
After packing up his personal belongings, Alexander will immediately switch to a laboratory to learn construction technology and engineering.
After Castia 02 jumps out of subspace on the Phalanx, she will definitely take a Mechanicus warship to the Forge World to repair the Titan. It will be difficult to find her again by then.
The captain of the Just Guards followed behind and promised repeatedly, while the rest of the imperial guards remained silent.
They knew they had made a mistake, maybe because of Alexander's youth, or maybe because of something else.
Anyway, when dealing with this matter, they knew that they made the safest choice, but it was the wrong choice.
And Alexander relied on his own ability to minimize losses and steadily solve everything.
But if they had to choose again, they would never regret it.
Along the way, Alexander didn't say another word until he arrived at the laboratory.
The hydraulic device pushed open the closed door, and Castia 02 stood among the many servitors and priests.
It seems that the Mechanicus has also noticed the abnormality, and the armed forces around the sage have increased rapidly.
"Long time no see, my eldest son, Your Highness."
Castia 02 walked past the priests holding various weapons, and retracted the mechanical claws raised high into her backpack.
The scarlet robe wrapped her tightly, except for her face, no body could be seen anywhere else.
"Castia, you have to make it up to me."
Alexander ignored the mess of armed forces and faced them directly.
This caused the guards on both sides to feel numb, and Garst and a group of forbidden soldiers even touched the bolters on their waists.
"You didn't say at the beginning that the organ modification surgery of the Space Marines required one round after another. As a result, I haven't had any blood stains on my lab coat for more than a month."
"But you also overcame the physiological reaction and no longer vomited, right?"
Castia 02 bent down and lifted up her bloated robe, and the servitors spontaneously made way for the two of them to walk together.
"You seem to be right."
Alexander touched his chin, unable to refute for a moment.
"What are you hiding under your clothes? I don't know, but I thought you'd gained weight this month."
"Your Highness, there seems to be something wrong with your focus."
"If there are no errors in the eleven testing instruments, you will not ask this question based on your preference."
Castia 02 moved a little further away. The red prosthetic eyes scanned herself first, and then looked at the nervous Imperial Guards.
"Unless it's someone or something that affects your mood."
"Haha, a machine can even detect this kind of thing?"
Alexander leaned forward and tried to pull at his robe to see what equipment was hidden inside.
Castia 02 stood expressionless, using a machine to make a cold voice.
"Of course the machine can't detect it, but I'm not a machine."
"I am the Mechanicus of Mars, the Great Sage Castia 02."
Alexander even suspected that he had heard wrongly, as there was a hint of embarrassment in his cold voice.
"Yes, Great Sage Castia, I wonder how you are going to teach me mechanical engineering and let me learn how to repair machinery."
"You come with me."
Castia 02 immediately turned around and summoned the technical priests to clear the way in front, while all the security forces in the rear were handed over to the Forbidden Army.
The group of people marched through the biology laboratory in such a mighty manner.
Castia 02 moved very fast, and Alexander had to jog from time to time to keep up with her.
Different from the simple and pure white operating table, the mechanical studio is full of metal scraps, and the sound of knocking is accompanied by sparks flying.
Mechanical slaves engaged in heavy physical labor wait beside industrial machine tools and replace the parts being processed according to the signals in their heads.
Some equipment that is too heavy often requires the cooperation of dozens of mechanical slaves to move it.
Some of these slaves are cloned products, but more are death row criminals who have been reviewed by the Inquisition.
Some of them join the aliens and kill their own kind, while some launch riots and wantonly seize warships to control planets.
They were caught by the Inquisition and sent to the Mechanicum's workshop to have their lobotomies removed and transformed into semi-mechanized slave labor.
Depending on the crime they committed, the Inquisition will decide whether to retain their consciousness.
If the slave worker retains consciousness, he will be tortured by the entanglement of his own flesh and blood with the machine, and he will clearly realize that he is a slave working without restrictions.
They will want to commit suicide, but they have no control over their own bodies and can only work themselves to death.
When the prison terms of mechanical slaves have expired, Our Lady's mechanical engineers will soak their heads with happy hormones, allowing their consciousness to indulge in illusions while their physical bodies continue to work.
The part without conditions will completely eliminate their consciousness.
