"Offering you loyalty, Your Highness."

"May the Emperor bless you, Lord Primordial."

In the fortress corridor of the Mountain Formation, the warriors of the Imperial Fist Astarte on duty saluted Alexander and their original body, Rog Dorne.

These veterans from Terra, the founding members of the Seventh Legion, are still not used to calling their original body their father.

Rog Dorn doesn't care what to call it, as long as they can fight for the Emperor, then they can call themselves the Fist of the Empire.

Alexander walked along the corridor in a plain linen robe and a crown made by the emperor himself.

Along the way, they met more members of the Human Imperial Guard, that is, the Astral Army, which was suddenly restructured recently in order to adapt to the Great Expedition.

"Void shields, macro cannons, light spears, Geller positions, these are all series of equipment for battleship configurations."

"However, whether it is a battleship or a war fortress, the first thing you need to understand if you want to win is the machine spirit, the person who operates these devices."

The Praetorian Army flocked to Alexander, and Roger Dorn stood beside him and told him about the ship's facilities.

This was also the task that Makado gave to Roger Dorn, teaching Alexander about naval warfare in space.

If you want to get weapons and supplies in war, you can find a forge world, but a qualified technician can't just say that you can replenish it.

As for the machine soul, it is an intelligent central control system that can resist the infection of subspace and has a certain degree of self-awareness.

"Uh, wait, did you build a war fortress under the monastery?"

To be honest, Roger Dorn's narration was a bit boring, but Alexander was listening as much as he could.

It's normal to have a few subjects in the 300-year education plan that you don't like.

But when a group of people walked through the closed and narrow corridor, Alexander couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Towering monasteries, sculptures tens of meters high and corridors that can accommodate nearly 1,000 people.

When Alexander saw such a large Gothic domed complex, he realized that people liked to build temples on various fortresses as early as the Golden Age.

"Someone like you who hasn't experienced subspace navigation certainly won't understand how important it is to have a monastery."

Rog Dorn's hand behind his back clenched unconsciously, why did this kid's mouth be stronger than him.

The Brocade is a fortress discovered by Roger Dorn in space, and many of the buildings on it have preserved their original appearance to this day, including the Abbey.

When Dorn looked down and saw that Alexander was only shocked by the grandeur of the building, he hurriedly recited a childlike tale in his heart.

"Indeed, subspace is quite dangerous."

"But can I go in and have a look, I've heard that the best way to learn about a legion is to visit their monastery."

Alexander was curious about any places of interest, after all, it was a pity not to see it.

Faced with such a problem as the eldest son of the Empire, how could the Imperial Fists Legion say they were unwilling.

However, Rog Dorn's heart suddenly tightened as soon as he agreed, as if he hadn't done a few victories that could be engraved in the monastery since he returned to the Empire.

For so many years, he either followed the emperor to fight, or used the Battlestar to transport military power, and the chances of winning independently with the Imperial Fists legion were really few compared to other legions.

In case, Alexander later went to visit the monastery on the flagships of other legions, and then this contrast.

stain stains.

Roger Dorn walked with Alexander around the monastery with trepidation.

When the group was about to leave the convent, Dorne's heart was finally ready to breathe a sigh of relief, but he still heard a comment that made people's eyes dark.

"The venue layout is quite luxurious, but I feel that the sculpture is a little simpler."

"Okay, my brother, I've worked hard for you, I still have a combat training mission later, so that's all for today's visit."

Alexander shook off his robe and prepared to borrow the arena on the fortress to train on the spot.

There was a lot of delay along the way, and Captain Justin had already reminded him three times.

When Rog Dorn heard this, his eyes lit up when he turned his head to look at his company commander.

"No problem, there's my private arena on the Mountain Formation, I'll take you there now."

"By the way, Captain Garsd, the cabin for you is next door to my lounge, and the guards will lead you there first."

Rog Dorn waved his hand to his guards and asked them to lead the Praetorian Army to place their luggage first.

Faced with this proposal, Captain Gaster really didn't intend to refuse, and decisively separated ten people from the team with everyone's personal belongings.

His Highness the eldest son's time is precious, and wasting it anywhere would be a great mistake for him.

...

Buzz Buzz!!

The sound of the chainsaw sword activating in the arena was endless, and the shouts were even more tidal.

"Again, let the tactical team go together."

Alexander stood in the middle of the field in Shinichi armor, dozens of company elites had fallen beside him.

The Apothecary and Medic servants of the Imperial Fist stayed on the periphery, and when one fell, they went up and dragged one away.

Roger Dorn was unaware of Alexander's true strength, so the first wave was not sent to the company champions and the personal guards.

"Let the Astartes play as a formation, we don't know the true strength of His Highness the eldest son."

Justin saw Dorne turn to ask for his opinion, and had to tell him the truth.

Due to the erasure of the memory, even the pro-guards did not remember how strong Alexander really was.

The Imperial Fist Decapitation Squad watched Dorne's order to play, their minds in a mess.

They were suddenly recruited, and they didn't say in advance that they were going to compete with His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the empire, and in the face of this situation, how to fight became a problem.

A standard decapitation squad is a five-man team, consisting of two coordinated attackers, two tactical supporters, and one breacher.

Most of the melee weapons equipped are power hammers, chainsaw swords, and tactical daggers, as well as heavy shields.

During the tentative attack, the decapitation team did not directly surround Alexandria like the Forbidden Army, but cooperated with each other and hid on the side of their comrades according to combat habits.

This is the obvious difference between the forbidden army and the Astartes, Astarte mostly participates in large-scale team battles, mainly to preserve their own vitality and destroy the enemy as much as possible, while the forbidden army sparring is mostly for the purpose of feeding recruits.

Both sides were moving slowly, bringing a glow to the arena as they activated the hammer's disintegration stance.

Buzz.

The frontal breakthrough man jumped high and slashed head-on with a power hammer, and the support Astarte switched to explosive fire mode from the heavy blaster rifle on both sides, blocking Alexander's movement with all his might.

In fact, there are two sides to everything, and Alexander's size advantage is especially important at this time.

He didn't choose to meet the power hammer and be led into the attack rhythm of the decapitation team, but directly threw the power hammer he grabbed into Astarte's offensive formation.

In order to protect his teammates, Ascat, who was holding a shield, habitually greeted him, and such a seemingly simple attack made the team lose all the games.

The power hammer and shield produce a strong glare when it engages with the shield.

Alexander took the opportunity to lean down and burst into the opponent's formation, the power sword more than a meter long, the huge force attached to it made it impossible for the assaulters to resist, and the heavy blaster of the support warrior had no chance to suppress the fire.

In just a few breaths, the entire squad was wiped out.