"Samuel Coren, His Highness Alexander came back with you?"
The pharmacists gathered more and more in the Hall of Honor, and they whispered around Samuel Coren.
"Yes, His Highness personally helped the brothers tidy up their appearance and even healed the wounds on several brothers' faces."
Samuel Coren is a pharmacist who specializes in recycling gene seeds.
His face was not as handsome as his legion brothers, but instead gave people a strange feeling of being gloomy, cold, and malnourished.
This is one of the reasons why he is reluctant to take off his helmet.
Another reason is because Samuel Coren never eats random things, such as the flesh, blood and brains of his enemies.
"Have you asked about the Pharmacists' Union?"
Toronto Ulm, the chief pharmacist of the Ninth Legion asked in a low voice.
He recently heard the news that Tyro Wilbur, the chief pharmacist of the Imperial Fist Legion, formed an organization called the Apothecary Alliance. Its purpose is to protect the gene seeds of each legion and discover and report abnormalities. .
The most special thing is that it is said that Taylor Wilbur has the right to report directly to His Highness Alexander.
"No, there's no time to speak."
Samuel Coren whispered back.
He knew that the blood thirst problem of the Ninth Legion was extremely serious, and it was even called the 'Ghoul' Legion.
But at this time, how could he ask, and how could he explain the strange behavior of his legion.
In this war, Michel Laldoron even specially selected mentally stable warriors to participate in the Baal satellite annihilation operation, because he was worried that Sanguinius would treat them veterans from Terra differently or even expel them.
However, the father knows the son, but the son does not know the father.
Sanguinius had been waiting for his heir to turn to him for help, to give him his unqualified trust.
A group of people looked at the hall with thousands of stone platforms. Alexander was walking in it, and Michel Lardoron introduced the names of these warriors and the honors they had achieved one by one.
Alexander lowered his head and remained silent. He took off his gauntlet and gently brushed each warrior's face with his fingertips.
Every time he walked past someone, an extra star would appear next to the scorching sun in the subspace, but unfortunately not all warriors could return to Alexander.
"Michel Lardoron, please remember to inform me when the memorial service begins."
Alexander stayed in the hall for more than an hour. Almost every Terran warrior passing by stopped to watch, but did not come forward to disturb him.
"Definitely." Michel Lardoron responded solemnly.
Alexander walked slowly past the pharmacists. They looked at their company commander and shook their heads slightly. At this time, it was obviously not a good opportunity to mention the issue of blood thirst.
In the silent space, a Thunderhawk gunship from the Imperial Army flew past quickly, and Alexander quietly arrived at the Emperor's Dream.
In fact, Alexander knew about the genetic defects of the Ninth Legion, and he even heard the discussions among the pharmacists.
When the blood thirst of the Ninth Legion Space Marines strikes, they will lose their minds and start killing indiscriminately, even devouring the corpses of fallen enemies.
The first warriors who developed blood thirst were deprived of their humanity and became like wild beasts. They eventually died on the battlefield, so no attention was paid to them. However, now, warriors suffering from blood thirst have become more and more frequent.
The pharmacists' guess is that it is related to the overdevelopment of the eighth modified organ of the Space Marines, the genetic detection nerve.
This organ is implanted in the spinal cord between the cervical and thoracic vertebrae. It is used to absorb genetic material from living organisms. The Astartes can obtain the memories of their enemies by eating flesh tissue.
But the soldiers of the Ninth Legion are different. They can even obtain the enemy's combat experience and skills on this basis, and deeply substitute them into the enemy's memory, making them feel lost.
This rare and terrifying ability.
The Ninth Legion did not dare to announce it to the outside world, or even mention it.
"Your Highness, please follow me."
Just waiting outside the launch platform, Alexander guided Alexander through the complex corridor into the central area as soon as he got off the Thunderhawk gunship.
"Justard, are Magnus and Sanguinius also in the laboratory?"
Alexander was delayed for a while on his journey, and it was estimated that they would arrive at least an hour earlier than him.
"Yes, my Lord and the two Primarchs are waiting for you."
Just took Alexander to the equipment room first, took off his golden armor, cleaned him and put on a white robe.
On this battleship, there were not only Alexander's private rooms, but also those of the other Primarchs.
After Magnus and Sanguinius arrived here, they also underwent some simple repairs and put on more comfortable clothes.
"Father, what kind of weapon is this?"
Magnus lay on the experimental table, watching the Emperor dismantle the pistol into nearly a thousand small parts.
The twenty-three layers of coils wrapped around the barrel of the gun were submerged and preserved in a special liquid.
"A creation from the Dark Ages."
The Emperor held small tweezers and was taking apart the core of the pistol bit by bit.
A sphere wrapped in many colored wires.
"I'm back."
Alexander pushed open the door to the laboratory and walked in directly, leaving Caster frozen in place as he raised his hand to press the bell.
The three people in the room just looked back, then turned around and continued doing their own things in tacit agreement.
"Is this the gun I found?"
Alexander didn't show any concern at all. He casually pulled up a high stool and sat on it before reluctantly lying on the experimental table.
"Who said this is yours?" the emperor responded in a muffled voice.
He had already examined the demonic skull left by Khorne, and found that there was no subspace contamination on it, but it was a medium for Khorne to reach the material world.
If Alexander summons the 'Blood Sacrifice Blood God', he can use it to appear in the material world.
This has already set his sights on his own son. How could the emperor endure it? The most annoying thing is that Alexander himself still doesn't care.
"Hey, I don't have a suitable pistol yet. I always use psychic power, so I will inevitably be exposed in front of other legions."
Alexander grabbed the experimental table and deliberately moved closer to the emperor.
As a beginner in mechanical engineering, Alexander did not even dare to touch such a sophisticated thing.
If a certain part is missing, it may be impossible to put it together again.
"What, you still dare to threaten me?"
When the Emperor heard that he was about to reveal his psychic powers, he raised his eyebrows and frightened Alexander to dodge back.
"Wait, let me study this technology from the Dark Ages first and see if it can be reproduced."
The emperor's words did not stop, and his hand movements were still frighteningly steady. He used small tweezers to peel off the metal coils that were thinner than hair.
Since he didn't know what effect the use of psychic powers would have on the pistol, the Emperor had always disassembled it himself using various knuckle-sized precision tools.
This was the first time that the emperor felt that being too tall was a flaw. When he turned to look at Alexander, his eyes immediately lit up.
"Come and try."
Alexander was seized with pliers and tweezers, and under the Emperor's command, he dismantled the most complex parts of the pistol step by step.
