"Dorne doesn't seem that difficult to get along with, Machado, don't you think?"

Alexander stared at the slowly closing door and turned to look at Macardo, who was sitting in the center.

"Heh, I think your study plan needs to be strengthened."

Machado's brain, which he had worn on his head for many years, was thrown aside, and he collapsed in his seat with his whole body relaxed.

Knowing part of the future, Machado was no longer as gloomy as he used to be, and when Alexander thrived, he could even imagine his retirement, hoping that the future would not be a dream.

"Are you sure you want me to form the Astarte Legion? How to solve the various flaws of the Astarte warriors? ”

Alexander was infected by the relaxed atmosphere, and sat directly on the steps with his hands spread out, and the two of them faced the dusk sunset like old friends who had known each other for many years.

Although Alexander did not spend much time with the Astartes, he spent more than three months with the Forbidden Army, and he could still feel the Forbidden Army's almost dehumanizing execution.

If he is allowed to choose, Alexander still prefers to stabilize the flesh of the Thunder Warriors and suppress the spirit of rage, as for whether it can be strengthened or not, it doesn't matter.

"You want to say that the Astarte Transformation Technique will cause them to lose some of their humanity, rest assured, the Martian Sages are already experimenting with this technology, and the Emperor is back this time to help you solve this problem."

Makado removed the refreshments from the mechanical claws of the servo skull and directed them to send them to Alexander.

The emperor deliberately slowed down the Great Expedition because there were different Astarte technical transformation schemes for different genetic prototypes.

The Astartes are naturally imperfect and unstable for the unstable twenty-bit genetic primitives, but for Alexander, who is anchored to the material realm and subspace, the Space Marines born from him are completely different parts.

"Have you forgotten some of the techniques you remember, such as the stitching technique from the Martian Sage Kaul, the original casting transformation plan, and some parts that you have only heard of but have not yet understood?"

"You're saying that you can use my genetic sample to cast the original Star Marine?"

Alexander forcibly swallowed the sweetly sweet refreshments, and then lay down on the steps to recall the few extra transformation techniques that the original cast warriors had created.

"But if the original casting transformation is carried out, then the Thunder Warriors need to be transformed into Astarte first, and after these two transformation techniques, it is estimated that they are almost dead."

"So, the Emperor is back."

Makado calmly took a sip of tea, but the message made Alexander sit up.

"Yes, he's back, for the sake of the Thunder Warriors, for the sake of the Empire's firstborn."

Macardo and the Emperor sorted out many of the things that would happen in the future of the empire while Alexander was still conceived in the nutrition warehouse.

With an exact timeline as a reference, the Emperor's ability to foresee the future successfully breaks through the influence of the four gods, and he can see more things clearly, so he can do more things accordingly.

"Then I'm not worried."

Alexander was originally worried about how to keep these Thunder Warriors so that they could pass the transformation safely.

Now that the most powerful guy is back, don't worry about it now, just lie down and wait for it to fly.

You must know that there are a lot of black technologies from the emperor, and according to the experimental manuscripts, you can directly create a terrifying army like Super Duck Guard that does not need to be bred by genetic seeds.

Macardo seemed to see through Alexander's thoughts, and said in a tone without a hint of emotion.

"I advise you not to have the idea of lying down, in your memory, this world is not synonymous with darkness and despair."

"I can tell you that it's true, just despair, sheer despair."

"When people look up at the starry sky, what they feel is not the vastness of the sky and the open-mindedness of their hearts, but the endless alien races and bloodthirsty and cruel beasts."

"They will tear you apart, they will eat you mercilessly, and even then they will take away your soul, make you unable to help yourself in your sobriety, make you miserable, and make you despair."

In Machado's sight, Alexander was a child who had never left Terra, pure, powerful, yet so naïve.

But Machado believed that Alexander would be able to grow up quickly as long as he had seen the aliens and chaos.

This is also the reason why the emperor was willing to choose him.

"You're right, Macardo, the stable life in the past few months makes me feel as if I have just entered the interstellar era of the future from the 2K era, and when I read the information about the Zerg, orcs, and evil gods, it is like reading a science fiction extracurricular book."

"Maybe, I really should go out and have a look."

Alexander's almost superhuman mental reflexes allow him to quickly receive information and adjust his state of mind.

There is some information about the subspace, if you tell certain genetic prototypes, the emperor is even worried that they will not collapse directly into the arms of Chaos.

But communicating with Alexander doesn't have to worry about these problems, because Alexander is extremely stable and has the ability to withstand pressure as a human being.

"You don't have to be too depressed, even without your future, humanity won't be defeated."

Makado stepped down from his chair and sat side by side on the steps with Alexander, looking out the window at the sunset.

"But, what do you have a saying, oh yes, it's coming, it's coming, the child is still young."

"Isn't it a loss if you don't make good use of your own advantages, not to mention that the stage is about to be set up, don't you want to go up and have a wanton look?"

Alexander looked at the chattering Machado, and felt that he knew more about the Internet than himself, not like an old antique.

But when I think about it, how can a person who can survive several eras and stand on the stage be pedantic.

"Don't worry, I'm not a glass heart, since I can come to this era, then I firmly believe that I must have something special."

"Is there anything else to arrange? No, I'll go first. ”

Alexander stood up, habitually patted the dust that was not there, and looked down at the old man, who seemed to be very good at educating children.

"The Emperor is waiting for you in the laboratory under the Himalayas, and the sages of Mars will teach you how to do things."

"As for the Thunder Warriors, let them go if they want to, and stay in Terra to retire if they don't."

Machado watched the last rays of afterglow set behind Alexander, then casually lay down on the steps with his eyes closed and waved at him.

Seeing this, Alexander approached the gate lightly, opened a gap and slipped out, and then carefully closed it, the whole process was silent.