The emperor's footprints have traveled through the entire history of mankind, and he has led the development of civilization in various capacities.

He is a scientist, a blacksmith, a doctor, he is an eternal, the god of all machines.

He is the Almighty Lord of mankind.

Alexander didn't feel any of the above identities, only knew that he had slept very deeply and soundly.

He only remembered the sound of blisters floating around him, and the shackles on his body fell off one after another and became frivolous.

The Emperor observed Alexander's physical data in the laboratory, gradually loosening the psionic blockade on him.

In this case, Alexander's wings, a symbol of purity, gradually drift away, and the feathers disappear into subspace.

All the marks of the Angel of Extermination on him have vanished, and Alexander has become a perfect and exquisite standard model of humanity.

At this point, Alexander is no longer a replica of the emperor, but an immortal with his own unique subspace projection essence.

After a few days, the sound of blisters disappeared.

The pure white hazy light reflected in Alexander's eyes, and he gradually opened his eyes and woke up in a warm blanket.

"What did you do?"

Alexander shook his head and touched the top of his head first, but did not feel the swollen bag.

The Emperor remained in place, leaning over the bench and not answering Alexander's question.

"Didn't you say that you came for a physical examination, it's not like a normal physical examination."

Alexander didn't dare to say any more nicknames, and lifted the blanket to jump out of bed.

However, as soon as he landed, his body shook violently, and the disappearance of the wings on his back made the center of gravity of the entire body shift.

"Hey???"

Alexander touched behind him with his hands behind his back and stared at the emperor with a puzzled expression.

Where did his pair of wings go, and was he transformed by this black-hearted scientist?

Alexander paused for a long time and saw that the emperor still did not react, and couldn't help but walk over and punch him in the knee.

"Now you are the true firstborn, a pure-blooded human, an eternal."

The emperor was still concentrating on the armor in his hand.

"The blockade of the subspace has been lifted, and when you can use psionic energy, the wings will spontaneously become your weapons."

The Emperor turned, holding in both hands a set of his own modified Pocket Shinichi armor, and placed it in front of Alexander.

This armor is rich in many of the Empire's technologies, and it is completely a replica of the original Shinichi armor.

"Let's go, go and bring back your brothers."

"Rog Dorn will join you with the Astarte Legion."

The Emperor ordered the creature servants to help Alexander put on his armor and then put a golden crown on his head with his own hands.

This time, the crown is no longer in the style of cotton and linen, but an energy shield generator with an eccentric stance.

At the same time, the Emperor's own handcrafted weapons, the Sword of Domination and the Banner of Command, have been sealed in weapon cases and delivered to the Praetorian Guard.

Alexander stood there and listened to the emperor tell him what was known.

St. Giles is about to rule Baal, and Leon El Johnson has already passed the expedition, and his legions will accompany him.

Perturabo is still wrestling, and Motarian is still struggling with the poisonous Barbaros to take revenge on his alien adoptive father.

Missionary Loga Aurelian, Chagatai Khan of the Prairie Eagle, Angron, Conrad Coz, Clarks.

...

That night, Alexander left the laboratory overnight.

After saying goodbye to Makado, the group flew directly to the Mountain Formation, which was docked in space.

The entourage was still the forty Praetorian Guards led by Just, but they had been erased by Makado the Palm of the Seal, of all memories of Alexander's training in the palace.

So much so that they agreed that Alexander would have had no wings in the first place.

"The Sword of Domination, hehe, it's okay, after all, it was built by his old man's own hands, so it should be regarded as compensation for beating me."

Alexander lifted his two-handed sword, which was much taller than himself, and swung it twice, leaving an afterimage of blue flames in the air.

The sword was close to three meters, and it was obviously not prepared for his current figure.

The Banner of Command, a spear that can fly flags, is more than four meters long, and the tip of the spear is equipped with a molecular cutting stand.

This weapon is not the most important, the key thing is the three flags placed in the weapon case.

A double-headed eagle banner symbolizing the Empire of Humanity, and a banner of the Cult of the Mechanicus of Mars, albeit with the Emperor's emblem on it.

and the last flag with the lightning bolt symbol.

These three flags are enough for Alexander to have the ability to make a decisive decision when the coalition forces make a major decision.

"My brother, welcome to the Mountain Formation."

"There is no need to worry about security, the Fist of the Empire will vouch for its own honor."

Rog Dorn has been waiting for a long time with his personal guards and company commanders, and the Castia 02 Bio-Sage is also here.

The Emperor placed his Astarte Modification Base on the Moon, and the Mountain Formation stayed here to transport them.

Upon arrival in each galaxy, the Astartes of these different legions will transfer to various battleships and join the Emperor's Great Expedition.

"Done, I advise you not to try to touch my head, for I will let your children know who you really are."

"My dear brother."

Alexander dodged Dorn's palm on one side, and the emperor left a partial psychological shadow on him.

His weapons and armor were now in the care of Just, so much so that Alexander, dressed in a robe, looked more like a young child.

As a result, Dorne treats him less as an adult than before, and more as a guardian.

"My sons have come to meet the emperor's eldest son, my brother."

Roger Dorn didn't bother at all, and directly told his company commanders about Alexander's true identity.

The empire was in the early stages of the Great Expedition, and the Emperor still led the Great Expedition and did not hand over the control of the army to Horus.

So, in a way, Alexander's status as the eldest son of the empire allowed him to lead all the Astarte legions.

The company commanders and the Astarte fighters of the personal guards did not hesitate for a moment and knelt down on one knee to offer their loyalty to Alexander.

However, Alexander did not feel any emotion because he knew that the Astartes respected only his identity.

"Donne, let them get up."

Alexander bowed slightly to the Astartes and turned to look at Rog Dorn.

The Astarte Company Commanders looked at their genetic protogen, and they didn't make a move until they saw Roger Dorn wave his hand.

Even though they had an inexplicable affinity for Alexander, Roger Dorn, who had been with him for a long time, was clearly more respected by them.

"I'll take you around, I don't have a chance to see a space battle fortress like the Mountain Array when I live in the palace."

As if to show off his masterpiece, Dorn pushed Alexander off the bridge platform and into the interior of the Yamajin.