"Father, after shooting, I noticed that one of the coils was obviously dimmed. Is that thing an energy storage device?"
Alexander completely stripped away the dullest and most boring wires, and then the Emperor snatched away the tools and pushed them aside.
He didn't feel bored when disassembling it. With the experience of the Emperor personally guiding the disassembly of such precision instruments, Alexander would be more confident in repairing any machinery in the future.
"That thing is not an energy storage device, but an energy converter."
The emperor's fingertips holding the tweezers flicked, and the black sphere wrapped in metal wire seemed to have opened some kind of mechanism, automatically unfolding the complex texture inside, revealing a shiny black bead.
"Look, this thing is an energy storage device, a technological creation from the Dark Ages. The energy it contains can even penetrate the armor of a starship."
The Emperor had obviously seen something similar before, and he took apart every part of the weapon just to check the condition of the bead.
"So can it still be reproduced?"
Magnus watched helplessly, and if he could reproduce it, he would also like to keep it as a collection.
"It's a pity that the empire can't produce this core yet."
The Emperor sighed and began to assemble the pistol and restore it to its most perfect condition. After all, Alexander would use it next.
Humanity's wars have resulted in the loss of many technologies. Even the Emperor is unable to directly make an identical one by hand. Now he doesn't even know how to obtain the raw materials, so how can he complete the production process.
"How many times can the energy of this bead be used?" Alexander's eyes were full of curiosity.
"how many times?"
The emperor glanced at the ignorant little thing.
"Since it is an energy storage device and has an energy conversion device, it can naturally absorb and release energy in both directions."
The emperor lay half-lying on the experimental table at close range, holding small tweezers to carefully adjust the position of each part.
"Don't touch it, or it will explode."
Alexander was about to reach out his fingertips to touch the bottle immersed in the blue coil, but the Emperor reached out and opened it.
"Don't touch it, don't touch it. Anyway, it will be mine from now on. You can touch it whenever you want."
Alexander felt that the emperor had obviously played a dirty trick, and he grinned in pain and rubbed his fingers in his palms.
"By the way, what type of energy does it absorb? It can't only absorb spiritual energy, right?"
When Alexander used it, he not only had to consider the power of the weapon, but also its practicality.
If you can only use psychic power to charge this weapon, it would be more practical to directly assemble one of the Empire's most powerful pistols.
"This thing is far more advanced than you think. Not only can it absorb the power and psychic power from stars, it can even store and utilize the magnetic force in the planet's magnetic field."
The Emperor completed a perfect reproduction of the core component's multiple coils and began to reassemble the thousands of parts back into their original positions.
"Have you seen these coils? They are devices that can convert external magnetic forces. At the same time, they can also convert stored energy feedback into plasma bombs, plasma rays, melt bombs, heat rays, and many other energies."
"It's so powerful, how can I fix it if it breaks?"
Alexander was not happy to hear such complicated functions, but frowned and questioned its practicality.
As we all know, the more reliable and practical something is, the simpler it is, and the more complex and cumbersome something is, the more likely it is to malfunction.
If a malfunction occurred, Alexander would not be able to repair it on his own now, and he would not have to rush around the world to find the emperor's location.
If something unexpected happens on the battlefield, it would be safer to use psychic power directly.
"Not practical? Have you seen the muzzle of it? This design basically won't cause any unexpected problems except the overload of the weapon itself. It is even more reliable than a bolt gun."
"As for overload, with the design of this caliber and the control energy of multiple coils, what overload should be considered."
The Emperor could read Alexander's thoughts and took the weapon in his hands to demonstrate how to use it.
"So, it's a perfect weapon?"
Sanguinius heard the Emperor's introduction and came over.
"It's not perfect. Some of its functions can no longer be reproduced with the loss of accessories."
The Emperor handed the pistol to Sanguinius, ignoring Alexander's expression of wanting it but not daring to speak.
"In fact, it is not a pistol, but the core component of a heavy weapon. It was forcibly dismantled so that it can only be used as a pistol and cannot release its internal energy with high power."
In fact, the Emperor didn't know much about the weapons of the Dark Ages. At that time, he didn't like to study such mechanical creations full of killing, but he still saw at a glance that this weapon was incomplete.
Sanguinius played with it for a long time, then turned to Magnus.
"Father, what was its name in that era."
Magnus suddenly wanted to write a general book for ancient technological creations, and wrote down the details of this weapon in his mind.
"In the Dark Ages it was just a component of a weapon, called a power core or something."
The three of them played back and forth, as if they didn't see the envious looks around them.
Alexander rolled his eyes and suddenly remembered something, and ran towards his room.
"By the way, Sanguinius, I thought of finding you some books on psychic powers."
Alexander's voice made the three people in the room freeze in place.
"Since you have seen the existence of subspace demons and have powerful psychic talents, I believe you can contain the influence of your own blood rage."
The Emperor thought deeply for a moment, watching Alexander running around the room looking for books without stepping forward to stop him.
"Father, I will. I will never be bewitched by subspace."
Sanguinius stood beside the Emperor in his well-fitting robes, and the lines on their faces were so similar.
Magnus stood aside and scratched his head. At this moment, he felt as if he was redundant.
"Sanguinius for you."
Alexander ran out with a box of books, which were all knowledge he had already read and was familiar with.
Sanguinius took out one of the books and opened it.
"Sanguinius, do you know your legion's blood thirst problem? I feel it is already serious.
Alexander tilted his head to look at the Emperor, diverting everyone's attention away from himself.
"You mean the manic and furious mood during battle?"
Sanguinius didn't notice Alexander's movements and was still browsing the knowledge in the book quickly.
Obviously, he currently does not know that when the Ninth Legion bursts out of blood thirst, it will be accompanied by devouring the flesh and blood of the enemy. He only thought that it would go berserk like him.
"The blood thirst erupted by the Astartes will cause them to devour the flesh and blood of their enemies during battle. If not curbed, they will permanently lose their minds and turn into beasts."
Alexander briefly explained to Sanguinius the symptoms of blood thirst.
The Emperor could clearly see that Sanguinius's wrists were shaking while holding the book. This was obviously something he couldn't accept for a while.
"Father, do you know?"
Sanguinius looked at the Emperor. He had heard of blood thirst more than once, but never thought it would manifest itself this way.
Cannibalism is such an unacceptable taboo.
