In the thirtieth millennium of mankind, the empire ushered in his eldest son, Alexander Don, meaning the protector of mankind and the king of the world.

On the same day, the whole country celebrated and spread to all directions.

Even the civilians at the bottom of the nest capital clearly remember this day, because they ate canned food issued by the empire and received a large number of free survival materials.

Three months ago, after the Emperor withdrew his observation of Tang Ren's spiritual energy, the subspace essence of the two had been completely intertwined, and this was all done spontaneously and voluntarily by Tang Ren's subspace essence.

In the static force field, Makado witnessed the red figure turn into an all-encompassing sun.

When flesh and blood fused with it, the massive body of Proto-Zero began to shrink, returning to its original embryonic age.

He faded away from the influence of scientific and technological creations, and was re-conceived in its most primitive state, as majestic and vigorous as an emperor.

To this day, the day of Tang Ren's official birth, he officially changed his name to Alexander Tang.

In the Terra Palace, some of the forbidden troops spontaneously formed the eldest son's personal guard, and the Imperial Prime Minister Machado announced to the empire that he was personally responsible for educating the eldest son.

After receiving the news of the eldest son, the legion that had not yet returned from the original body also spontaneously conducted a big competition within the legion, preparing to select elite Astarte warriors to send to the palace to defend His Highness the eldest son.

"It's all a dream, and I'm just being dragged into the mire by you, Machado."

Alexander Don didn't expect that he would wake up and become the prince of Warhammer World, in Terra, the earth twenty-eight thousand years later.

Forty-five centimeters tall, fat arms, perfect face, palm-sized wings.

and the terrifying nature of subspace, which is like an anchor that is rigidly fixed in the material world, while at the same time anchoring parts of the subspace.

"It's useless to complain, Tang, since the emperor thinks that you can take on the status of the eldest son of the empire, then the task of finding the other primordial bodies is officially handed over to you."

Macado sat in the middle of the hall with a helmet-mounted brain, several cables attached to the metal seat under his buttocks, surrounded by several servo skulls with scanning devices.

"Hey, isn't that child labor, I just left the pod."

"But according to the time of birth, you are already 38,000 years old, even older than me."

"Is that how time is counted? I'm over 30,000 years old? ”

Alexander Don muttered quietly, donning a linen-colored children's robe under the manipulation of the servo skull, and wore a cotton laurel crown on his head, which symbolized the status of the eldest son of the empire.

With a double snort, Machado commanded two servo skulls with small wings to float to Alexander's side, projecting several of the original bodies that were still missing.

The memories of Alexander Don, which Macado had also seen, and although many things were brushed aside, some circumstances could still be deduced.

After analysis, Makado and the emperor agreed that the original plan would not be changed because the unknowns far outweighed the benefits.

At the same time, because Alexander has a subspace essence similar to the emperor and powerful psionic energy, it is the best choice for the empire to be in charge of finding the lost primordial body.

In fact, whether it is Horus's rebellion or several other primordials defecting to Chaos one after another, it is not so important for the network plan to block subspace.

As long as the emperor doesn't have an accident, no matter how chaotic the twenty-one primordials are, the empire won't be broken, not to mention that when the emperor exchanges for subspace technology, something is already doomed.

Even at the beginning of the original project, the emperor's purpose was to attract the attention of the four gods and make them ignore their mother planet, Terra.

However, according to the information in Alexander's memory, Tzeentch still thought of a way to deal with it.

"Just let Leon El Johnson get lost? It should be up to me to decide whether the remaining primordial bodies should be set for inspection. ”

Alexander quickly received the information that twenty-one primordials had returned to tenth.

Twentieth Legion Alpharis, Shadowmoon Wolves: Horus Lupecar, Space Wolves: Rieman Ruth, Unknown Second Legion, Iron Hand: Ferus Manus, Emperor's Son: Fogham, Salamander: Vulcan, Imperial Fists: Rog Dorn, Ultramarine: Robert Kiliman, Thousand Sons: Crimson Magnus.

"The task is yours to take sole responsibility, and it is naturally up to you to decide."

Makado took off his helmet and said solemnly to the toddler sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"The primordials have their own tasks, and the emperor's arrangement has deep meanings, and the future needs to be cautious."

"Yes, I'm not a child." Alexander's pink slap was raised above his head and waved.

Makado looked a little more relaxed.

"If you find a way to stabilize Chaos, maybe the Emperor will change his will. Of course, just maybe. ”

"You're as paranoid as he is, and I don't try to bring about change with words, and I know how good it can be for us to play with the other side's cards."

Alexander waved away the surrounding servo skull and walked towards the gate with broken steps.

"But before that, I should take some time to exercise this 'weak' body, as the eldest son of the empire, the body of a young child is not as intimidating as the emperor."

"Alexander, before you go out, you need to save a genetic army that belongs to you."

"Thunder Warrior?"

"Yes, they're not dead."

At the mention of the Thunder Warriors, Machado did not have emotion in his words, but he found this instability in Alexander's memory.

Horus's rebellion was not without fear of the death of the rabbit and the fox.

"I thought they had been secretly executed."

"What you know is not really history, and the flaws of genetic engineering make them a flash in the pan, and a natural death can make the Thunder Warriors disappear into history in a short period of time."

Machado may not tell too much about the other primordials, and sometimes even deliberately guide them, but he is still willing to explain more to Alexander, who knows the whole thing.

"Of course, for some warriors who deviate from their original intentions, the Empire does give them death."

"So there aren't many twenty regiments left."

Alexander grabbed the prickly hair, but Macado didn't answer his question.

Whether to directly rein in the Astarte Legion that has already been formed, or to restart the unstable Thunder Warriors, is actually not an antagonistic issue.

A short-term result, a long-term investment continues to return.

"I need genetic engineering technical support." Alexander grabbed a servo skull and let it project the knowledge of genetic engineering.

"That's what you should learn."

"I need to activate a lab under the Himalayas."

"You are the eldest son of the Empire, and the Empire has no secrets from you."

"Why do you trust me so much?"

Alexander levitated in the air, looking up close at the horse that would be called a hero in the future.

"You are another eternal who is willing to stand on the side of the human race, and if you are not of my race, your heart will be different. You agree with the idea of human supremacy, don't you? ”

"Okay, okay, that's right, it's a good feeling to be an Eternal."

Alexander left with cheerful steps, and from then on he no longer had to worry about his short life, which was a dream for many people.

The only bad thing is that this is the Warhammer universe.

"By the way, you won't keep squeezing me because of this, will you?"

"Of course, no."

Macardo watched as Alexander left the central hall, the corners of his mouth curvading slightly.