Terra Palace, Central Hall.

Machado paced alone to the window, where he could clearly see the Thunder warriors in the arena.

After many years, the united war cry has reappeared in this land.

The Emperor's will is incomprehensible to ordinary people, but there is no doubt that he is definitely for the sake of all mankind.

The Thunder Warriors could have been saved, and their rich humanity was a distinctive feature that distinguished them from the Astartes.

However, there is no time.

The Emperor had witnessed with his own eyes how terrible it was to encompass the entire physical universe and protracted subspace storm.

The universe was completely blocked, and Chaos corrupted many living beings, even machines, thus draining the last breath of the Empire's Golden Age.

Therefore, when the once-prosperous spirit race gave birth to the evil god of Slaanesh in the subspace, the emperor took advantage of the terrifying scream of Slaanesh's awakening to briefly empty the subspace storm of the material universe, which allowed the material world to carry out space navigation.

The Emperor seized the opportunity to immediately launch the Great Expedition to seek ascension for humanity.

Because in the Emperor's observations, the next subspace storm that will sweep through the material universe will soon return.

Time was pressing, and he didn't have the extra energy to explain, and dealing with what went wrong was the fastest solution the emperor thought was the quickest way to solve it.

In the same way, if someone like Alexander met the needs of the empire and asked him to solve these problems, the emperor would naturally not refuse, provided that it was within the control range.

...

Alexander paused to listen to the battle cry in his ears, and he confirmed that the group had not abandoned their fighting philosophy.

However, the War of Unification is over, and Alexander needs to find a new mission for them to stand on the stage of the future.

"Good, good, you still remember your mission."

"I've heard of you, and I've learned about your history. Of course, I also understand the flaws of your flesh, bloodthirsty, furious, and unstable are synonymous with Thunder Warriors. ”

"It is also undeniable that you still have many good qualities, strong, strong, and the remnants of your humanity that shines brightly in your heart."

"Report."

The Thunder Warriors in the first row of the first column shouted loudly.

"Say."

"If you know our flaws, why bother summoning us, you know..."

The interviewer's name was Ka'b, a former commander who knew his mission, and he proved himself by his actions when Usotan rebelled.

This time he took the initiative to answer, precisely because he probably guessed Alexander's purpose, whether the fate of the Thunder Warrior could be rewritten was close at hand.

"That's a good question, what's the veteran's name?" Alexander hurried closer.

"Kabu, Kabu Eric."

"Very good Kabu, I have summoned you here to solve the problems of the Thunder Warrior's physical body, and for this reason, the Cult of the Mechanics specially sent three biological sages from Mars to assist."

Alexander had just circled around the phalanx of Thunder Warriors, and he noticed that some of the warriors were already looking very old, while others were in the prime of life.

Obviously, they have their own unique methods of stabilizing their bodies, but the most important thing for now is to think about how to preserve these backbones.

"Your Highness, eldest son, I am a bio-sage codenamed 'Kastia 02', these two are the 'Tius Lal 04' bio-sage and the 'Nokasi 07' bio-sage. ”

At Alexander's signal, three biological sages wearing red robes and having more than three mechanical arms on their backs walked into the courtyard.

"Praise be to the Ohm Messiah, sages from Mars, and then the plan to modify the genetic defects of the Thunder Warriors will be handed over to you."

Alexander greeted them as usual, but he always felt that the sages looked at him a little strangely.

"Praise the God of Machines, praise the Ohm Messiah, the revered firstborn of the Empire, this is one of the purposes of our trip."

Castia 02 bent down close to Alexander's delicate face, her red laser-scanned prosthetic eye constantly adjusting her gaze to observe him.

With a choke, the two Guardian spears crossed together, completely isolating the sight of the bio-sage Kastia 02.

The Captain of the Praetorian Guard, Just, stood abruptly in front of Alexander, his body more than three meters tall completely covering him.

As the eldest son's personal guard, he was tasked with defending Alexander, and there was no order that allowed the eldest son of the empire to be spied on in this way.

The Thunder Warriors standing in the front row of the array also saw that the atmosphere was not right, and quietly observed where there were weapons in hand, ready to rush out at any time.

"Alright, put away your weapons, the Castia Creature Sage is here to assist in the mission."

Alexander pushed away the Guard's Spear and strode out behind the Captain of the Garth Guard.

Although he doesn't have a good impression of these sages from Mars, he still has to give due respect.

In case they meet in other star fields in the future, it is indispensable to help the sages of the Mechanic God Cult.

"Kabu, I have a task for you, I need you to assist the biological sages to check the physical condition of each Thunder Warrior, the next transformation is bound to be nine deaths, I will allow you to coordinate it yourself."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Kabu Eric walked over to the Martian Sage.

Alexander needed the creature sages to count the Thunder Warrior's own crude transformation methods to provide some of the data for the rest of the experiment.

At the same time, it is not a mercy to eliminate those Thunder Warriors whose bodies are on the verge of collapse and cannot be transformed, and let them spend their last days in Terra in peace.

When Kabu Eric saw the biological sage, he was actually much more relaxed in his heart.

Compared with those black-hearted doctors in the outside world who are fighting for probability, these bioengineering sages from Mars are the real masters.

Alexander quietly left the courtyard with the praetorian soldiers.

Next, he plans to take the roughly selected Thunder Warriors to the laboratory under the Himalayas, where the genetic protoplasm was once born.

Whether it is the implantation of genetic glands or the use of modified technology of some forbidden forces, there are prerequisites.

As for the engineering technology regarding the Astarte prototype, Alexander's body itself had such conditions.

But before using it, you still have to ask the emperor, after all, when it comes to the evil gods of subspace, Alexander is not sure that he will break his wrist with them now, everything is still the best for the emperor.

Alexander himself still wants to rely on himself as the master of the genoplasm and create his own legion.

After all, compared to other primordials, he thought that his emotions were still relatively stable.

He has an anchor point in both the material world and the subspace, and if he cooperates with the thunder warriors who have human nature, he must not kill the demon in the eye of fear.

"Your Highness, Prime Minister Makado is waiting for you in the central hall."

Just as Alexander imagined himself charging on the battlefield as a primordial, Garster's voice interrupted him.

"Oh yes, it's over now."

Alexander touched the tip of his nose and unconsciously took a few steps faster.