There was still a week left until the Phalanx left the warp.
Alexander spent his days falling apart and on the verge of collapse.
He saw the inner structure of the Empire's chainswords, bolters, plasma weapons, promethium flamethrowers, assault vehicles, Baneblade tanks and various weapons.
But these are not important. As long as there is a standard template to construct the STC, it can be completed in any forging world.
The most painful thing is the knowledge that Castea 02 poured into Alexander with a vengeance, as well as the extremely strict requirements every day.
This made Alexander feel like he was dreaming back to the week before the exam.
However, the results of this approach are also extremely impressive.
Now, Alexander can finally independently control an industrial machine tool to produce the parts he needs.
"Your Highness, although this mechanical claw is crude, it has extraordinary commemorative significance, doesn't it?"
Castia 02 squinted her eyes to see if she was smiling, and played with the first mechanical claw backpack she had just assembled with her hands.
There is no coating added to it, and there are not many functions, but it has initially met the requirements for use.
Castia obtained some of Alexander's physical data in the emperor's laboratory, and the request she received was to monitor the development of his eldest son, His Highness.
Therefore, while Alexander's pituitary gland is not fully developed and his information processing ability is not strong, he has been using perfusion learning to strengthen his brain development.
"Haha, people can't help but commemorate this unforgettable moment."
Alexander sneered expressionlessly.
Castea accelerated her study schedule, resulting in an extra week.
These days, he is either wallowing in a mess of parts or drowning in a sea of complicated books.
For a whole week, Alexander did not go to the arena once.
Currently, the two company commanders, Fafnir Lann and Danat Lysander, packed their bags and were arranged to stay temporarily next door to the Imperial Guards.
"Okay, I don't want to stay with you for the moment, but remember you still owe me a mission to visit Titan."
Alexander took off his oil-stained operating clothes and prepared to pack up his personal belongings and leave this painful place.
"Your Highness, I never said this would qualify you."
Castia 02 stretched out its mechanical claw to stop Alexander.
"This mechanical claw is just the simplest one. In the extra week, you need to stay with me to learn how to operate various engineering machine tools and how to draw drawings."
Alexander opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. He silently picked up the operating uniform and prepared to put it back on.
"But Your Highness, you have the rest of the day to do as you wish."
Castia 02 took the operating uniform from Alexander's hand and hung it on the wall. She bent down and pointed to the door. Under her red robe, a smile showed that her plan had succeeded.
"Okay, okay, Castia 02."
Alexander screamed twice and slammed the door angrily and left.
Caster followed closely behind, leading the Custodes to leave this dangerous workshop.
The group walked through the corridor and returned to the lounge.
The boxes containing armor and weapons were opened one by one, and the imperial guards helped Alexander put on his armor and prepare for the gladiatorial battle.
"Casté, please help me inform Lann and Lysander so that they can stop confessing in the monastery."
"Now let them go to the arena to warm up and tell the fighters that I am going to have a fight later."
"clear."
Caster whispered a few instructions to Lope Popok, who was handling the internal affairs, and then the two imperial soldiers headed to the monastery.
When Fafnir Lane and Danat Lysander had the opportunity to meet His Royal Highness, Alexander had made a request to them.
Ask each of them to help the Empire conquer ten alien-controlled planets, which will forgive them their mistakes.
In fact, it wasn't that Alexander went out of his way to exploit them, but that these two people were already a little crazy.
They just stay in the monastery every day, as if only in this way can they eliminate the pain in their hearts and correct their mistakes.
For this reason, their original body, Rogal Dorn, went to Alexander specifically and asked him to help solve this problem, otherwise the person would be useless over time.
At that time, Alexander was controlled by Castea's high-pressure learning every day and had no idea about it.
In the end, Alexander thought about it again and again before making such a request.
Because sometimes making demands on people who have made mistakes is a shortcut to help them get out of their inner shackles.
Now Lann and Lysander are frantically honing their fighting will every day to prepare for the next attack on the aliens, but they still go to the monastery to repent whenever they have time.
Alexander simply let them go. Anyway, they didn't have to worry about the affairs of the previous company, and they might be living more comfortably now.
Alexander was wearing armor, and the Imperial Guards were guarding the way to clear the way. The group went straight to the Phalanx's combat command room.
Now Rogal Dorn has implemented combat readiness control in some areas, and many mortal troops and Astartes on standby are fully armed with guns and ammunition.
The operators on the macro cannon and light spear array decks have taken turns to take up their duties as required to ensure that the artillery fire enters the ready-to-fire mode.
"What's the situation in Dorne now? Is there still no signal from Terra?"
Alexander passed through the layers of inspections of the Imperial Fists and finally successfully arrived at the crowded command room.
Rogal Dorn stepped away from the Space Marines surrounding him.
"Not yet, but the Phalanx's engines have been warmed up, and you can jump out of subspace at any time if the situation changes."
"Well, I need to use the arena later."
Alexander glanced at the screens in the combat command room, and he could already read the constantly beating binary coded information.
"No problem, you can go directly."
Rogal Dorn did not seal off that area in the first place. After sending Alexander away, he returned his energy to the command room.
At some point, some of the open portholes had been completely closed, and the dark subspace outside Geller's site was filled with waves.
Weird, twisted and disgusting shadows flickered and appeared, a monster that looked like an octopus and a brain, with dozens of long tongues dripping with mucus coming out of its mouth.
Weird creatures unique to the subspace quietly gathered with the tide, and not far from these creatures, a huge black shadow that swallowed everything was gliding over.
"Your Highness bless you."
"Your Highness the eldest son is mighty."
There were shouts and shouts in the arena.
Not long after the news that His Royal Highness the eldest son was going to fight broke out, the stands on the second and third floors were filled with warriors.
"Your Highness has not shown up for almost a week. Is there anyone in your dormitory?"
"No, I feel this is the safest way to travel through subspace."
The mortal auxiliaries gathered together to exchange their private speculations.
For this reason, some capable sergeants specially prepared recording equipment to take pictures of Alexander's heroic appearance during the battle.
"Political Commissar, when do you think His Royal Highness, the eldest son, is going to build an army?"
The sergeant squeezed through the crowd and sat next to the political commissar with prosthetic eyes. This question caused the surrounding area to become much quieter.
"Wait for the opportunity. His Royal Highness the eldest son is from Terra. The empire will naturally not forget us Terran warriors."
The political commissars were gradually crowded with mortal soldiers, and their cohesion gave the political commissars of this era a considerable say.
