"Magnus, are you sure that every legion has a genetic defect?"
Sanguinius's white wings were raised high, and the experiment looked at his Glory Queen-class battleship through the porthole.
On the way back, Sanguinius had already exchanged information about his legion with Magnus, but regarding the existence of blood thirst, he really didn't know that it would devour the flesh and blood of the enemy.
"According to my preliminary inspection, this is indeed the case."
"But rather than saying it is a genetic defect, it is better to say that my father made drastic adjustments to the genetic spiral to make our children more adaptable to the brutal war."
Magnus reorganized a book on psychic knowledge. Alexander came back just after moving half of it, so he had to use psychic teleportation to hide it.
"I see."
Sanguinius was not that disdainful.
Since the emperor has no partiality, he can naturally accept the current situation.
As for the emperor's obvious preference for Alexander, that's normal. He is the youngest and most capable.
"How strong the power is determines how many choices our heirs have. If they lose the expression of this part of the gene, they may not survive a few fierce wars, or even die in the Great Crusade."
Magnus found the last book, straightened up and took a breath.
If the Thousand Sons were allowed to make a choice on their own, whether to endure the curse of flesh and blood mutation or to inherit the talent of spiritual power, there was no doubt that Magnus believed that they would choose the latter.
"Yes, but genetic defects must be contained."
Sanguinius came to the wall of books that Magnus had prepared for him, picked up the first book in the order in which it was placed, sat on the sofa, and began to read.
He does not need to systematically learn all psychic knowledge like Alexander, he only needs to master the defense of subspace and the use of psychic powers.
The two of them just held a book each, and they exchanged words with each other about the experimental problems of think tanks and priests on curbing blood thirst.
...
Deep in the laboratory.
Two people, one large and one small, stopped and stood at the door of the medium-sized equipment laboratory.
"Look, this is the True Armor prepared for you. It can expand and contract with the control of the spiritual power."
The Emperor spent a lot of time experimenting and adjusting Alexander's armor.
There was no way, Alexander's height had grown too fast, and the Emperor couldn't stay with him all the time, so he could only try to get rid of it once and for all.
"Like Magnus's suit of armor that expands and contracts freely?"
Alexander came to the display cabinet and stretched out his hand to rub the edges of the golden armor.
It is not as cold as ordinary metal, but exudes a sense of warmth.
"Father, it's too crowded and I can't put it on." Alexander exhaled and tightened his abdomen, forcing it on himself.
"Tsk, you grow up really fast."
The Emperor grasped Alexander's arm with one hand and pressed the other against his armor.
Psychic power allowed the armor to be modularly detached, changing the size of each component, and then attached to Alexander's body to restore it to the most fitting size.
"It's really high-end. It's much more comfortable than the Yaojin armor, and there's no sense of hindrance when using it."
Alexander put his hand to his waist and made a quick action to draw the gun, but there was no sense of delay in the reaction being faster than the action.
"Father, can this change the size?"
Alexander shook the pistol. The creation from the Dark Ages seemed a bit big in his hand.
The emperor's back stiffened: "Do you think I am omnipotent? I will put the technology and blueprints into your head now, and you can modify it yourself later."
"No, no, I was wrong. I'm wrong. Isn't that okay?"
It would have taken Alexander no more than a few years to learn this knowledge himself.
If you forcefully stuff something into your brain, it will cause a strong sense of dizziness, accompanied by nausea and vomiting, and in severe cases, may cause brain damage.
Accepting too much information at once, the load on the brain alone can turn ordinary people into fools, let alone this complicated and general knowledge.
"Then come and take a look. These are gifts for you to bring to your brothers."
On one of the exhibition hall walls where the Emperor came, display cabinets of different sizes were opened to reveal a variety of weapons and armors.
"Is this sickle made from the remaining part of the great demon's spine?"
Alexander was not very interested in other weapons, but he caught his eye at the pure white jade-like spine sickle.
"This is a gift left to Mortarion to help him kill the aliens with his own hands."
The emperor held the stand and watched Alexander dance the sickle so tightly that he couldn't help but sigh.
During this period of time together, his emotions towards human nature have become more and more complex. In the past, he would never have talked so much, nor would he chat so leisurely.
In Alexander's memory, it was very difficult for him to communicate with his heirs, let alone today's situation where he cooperated with Sanguinius and the others to trick Alexander.
Recalling the days when Alexander didn't show up, he wanted to divide his time into three parts and use it every moment. He had been busy working desperately for the slim and hopeless future of mankind.
"It's okay. It feels very comfortable to use."
Alexander was fresh enough and put the weapon back into the exhibition hall.
"If you want, I can make another one for you."
The Emperor jumped out of his memory and sealed the scythe in the exhibition hall.
This weapon, he specially added other materials, was not suitable for Alexander to use.
"No, I don't like weird weapons. The chain sword is fine."
Alexander walked around the exhibition hall, showing no interest in these weapons and armors.
"Since there's nothing you like, then let's go."
The lights in the exhibition hall were turned off one after another, and Alexander followed the Emperor back to the corridor.
"Father, where do I need to go on my next trip, Barbarus?"
Alexander knew that the Emperor had changed his plans and that his current actions would need to be modified in accordance with the changed plans.
"Yes, I will pick up a few relatively stable original bodies in advance. Angron also needs me to go there as soon as possible."
The Emperor is not worried about those stubborn Primarchs now. Even if Alexander's presence cannot solve the problem, it will be relatively relieved. Angron, on the other hand, needs to worry about the implantation of the Butcher's Nail.
"I have no problem. I can take the Ray with Magnus, but what should the Thunder Warriors do? There are also Gray Knights and Sisters of Silence who need to be settled later."
Alexander was not worried that he would not have a battleship available, but he did not know when the Mars Shipyard and Terra Foundry Base would be able to deliver his flagship.
"There is an Opal Dragon-class battleship that will follow the fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion."
"And for the fleets of each legion, I will arrange for them to perform missions close to the galaxy where their genetic father is."
The Emperor lowered his head and supported Alexander's crown, which had shifted slightly when he wielded the scythe, and smoothly smoothed his slightly messy black hair.
"At the same time, you must also remember to assist other legions in their operations and show your face to the soldiers more often to let them know your existence."
"As for whether to use your genes to cultivate gene seeds, Malcador is still considering it. I believe he will contact you soon."
Alexander nodded and listened to the emperor's arrangements. He suddenly missed Malcador.
