"When you meet him, you will definitely understand why he is called the eldest son of the empire."

"It's like when you first met the Emperor."

Machado was still leaning against the window, and through the glass window he could already see the spears of the guards of the Praetorian Army protruding from the wall.

"So, what should I call him, brother, or my brother?"

The original body of the Seventh Legion's Imperial Fist, Rog Dorn stood on his own, rubbing against his bright bronze armor.

"Whatever you want, but one thing to tell you in advance, Alexander will be leaving Terra soon, and he needs to be escorted to other galaxies."

"So, just because of this transferred me back to Terra? He's so weak that he can't even do interstellar travel? ”

Roger Dorn also came to the window and looked down through the glass, trying to find Alexander.

In this central hall, even the personal guards belonging to Dorne alone were unable to enter, while the personal guards of the emperor's eldest son below were able to arrive early to prepare for service.

A comparison of the two situations shows the difference immediately.

Roger Dorn's two consecutive rhetorical exchanges made Macado a little tired, and he turned around and returned to his office surrounded by servo skulls, a chair covered in metal pipes.

Seeing this, Dorn thought that Machado had something else to explain, so he followed sideways.

"Machado, are you there? What's the matter with the biological sages sent by Mars, they look at me in the wrong way, very wrong. ”

Alexander unloaded his weapon at the entrance of the main hall and rushed into the hall half-running, half-flying, only to be flashed by a bright yellow reflection, and then his body suddenly lightened.

"You, my brother? The emperor's eldest son?"

When Roger Dorn heard a voice coming from behind him, Alexander almost hit him in the back.

Dorne had just retreated from the battlefield, and he didn't have the weapon in his hand, and in an instant he was ready to give Alexander a big takedown.

As a result, with both hands inserted, he picked up the villain, who was one meter two tall, and then looked at Alexander with a question mark on his head.

"Uh, who are?"

Alexander first stared at the strong man in front of him about three meters and a half for a while, and then the two of them looked at Macado sitting on the central processing unit at the same time.

Alexander wondered, who is this big guy? What does he want to do?

Roger Dorn thought, "What about my eldest son as big as the Emperor?" As a result, you say my brother is such a small one?

"His name is Roger Dorn, the genetic prototype of the Fist of the Seventh Legion."

"Your brother, oh no, it should be your brother."

Makado looked at Alexander with a mocking face, but he was persecuted by Roger Dorn's language arts, and this opportunity would not have come.

But Rog Dorn had apparently not recovered from his surprise, and had not heard what Machado was saying, but turned his gaze back to Alexander.

The armor of Shinichi with the same shape as the emperor, with a delicate little face, looks like a body that is obviously still in the cub stage.

Roger Dorn couldn't understand why the villain had left Terra to fight in other galaxies.

Do you want to let such cubs go on the Great Expedition?

Is it already so difficult for the empire to recruit soldiers?

"Wait, wait, you... Is it my brother?"

Roger Dorn reconfirmed in disbelief, and he even wanted to shake the delicate figure in his hand to see if it was a doll.

"Yes, Roger Donne, the genetic protogenone of the Imperial Fist, I know you, my brother."

"Horus is also my brother, and Alpharis, Riemann Ruth, Ferus Manus, Vulcan, Robert Killman, Magnus, they are all."

Alexander was honestly a little ashamed to be held like this, after all, his mental age was also in his twenties.

Still, he managed to pronounce the names of every Primordial that had returned so far.

In case he shows his cowardice, this group of big guys unanimously doesn't admit what he did.

As soon as Alexander opens a breach, then everyone will be dragged into the water together.

Roger Dorn turned his head to look at Makado, then to Alexander, and confirmed Makado's smiling face more than three times before muffled.

"If this is the Emperor's will, then call you Alexander, my brother."

Roger Dorn fell on one knee in submission to the Emperor's will, while also identifying with Alexander.

As Machado said before, in Roger Dorn's perception, although Alexander is not as dazzling as the emperor at the moment, it is definitely not comparable to the primitives.

The scorching subspace stellar projection allowed Alexander to unconsciously emit a warm light, making him look more like a juvenile version of the emperor, which could not help but make Roger Dorn rare.

He suddenly understood why the Empire had transferred him back to Terra, and that Alexander really needed his escort, but he didn't know what mission he was leaving his home planet for.

"Well, put me down now, I've got something to do with Machado."

Rog Dorn said it nicely, but Alexander's hand didn't react, and Alexander patted his thick arm before he was put on the ground.

"Machado, what's the matter with those sages of Mars? The first time we met, they scanned me with an infrared camera. ”

"Rude! Don't these mechanical maniacs know what personal privacy is? ”

Roger Dorn stood behind Alexander and asked Machado questions, apparently bringing in his own identity.

"Ha, that's Alexander's teacher who followed up with biotechnology practice, and he was also the sage who helped him train Astarte."

Looking at Roger Dorn, who had switched sides in an instant, Macado suddenly laughed, but he still explained the reason.

Gene protogen technology is an important part of the emperor's plan, and the group of sages on Mars who are not deeply involved in the gene cultivation experiments of the twenty protogens have already made a lot of noise.

Now that Alexander has appeared, technology that belongs entirely to the empire will naturally allow them to provide resources and allow them to continue to shine for the empire.

What's more, the emperor had already witnessed Alexander's potential and stability, and deliberately devoted part of his time to preparing a special gift for him.

"Rog Dorn, your legion needs to prepare for the next expedition as soon as possible, time is pressing, and don't forget the enormity of this mission."

Machado had successfully arranged for the two to meet, and it seemed that they were getting along well, so he motioned for Roger Dorn to leave first.

"See you that afternoon, Alexander, and goodbye Machado."

Dorn had already taken the time to come, and he would have to meet the Emperor in person later, so after greeting the two of them, he pushed the door open and left the hall.

But when he left, he still confirmed again and again what kind of brother he had.