"Hahaha, neither can the veterans of the Fist of the Empire."

"Those guards standing outside, yes, come up and practice, don't embarrass Dorne."

After defeating the Astarte team, Alexander picked up a shield from the ground and stuck it on his arm, and the power sword slammed into it with a piercing sound.

Although he temporarily lost the wings that could conduct air combat, it was really not very difficult to face the Astarte decapitation team.

After all, he has fought with the forbidden army that cooperates tacitly, and this kind of intensity is just a warm-up.

Roger Dorn really had a toothache when he saw Alexander so presumptuous on the field, and this kid's mouth was still poisonous, which made people feel heartwarming.

In fact, the company commanders of the Imperial Fist are even more worried, and they will not be able to go up like this.

However, it is not to blame that the Astartes of the Fist of the Empire are not strong enough, after all, the title of demigod of the original body is not just talk, and he has a strength far beyond others when he was a child.

"Your Highness, the time has come, Kastia 02 Biological Sage has informed you that you need to go to the laboratory to learn biological practice techniques."

Justin stood next to Roger Dorn, watching the original body's face turn from blue to black, for fear that he would not be happy to come on the field and make a gesture himself.

So he hurriedly stopped the competition, pushed Alexander, who was already obviously on top, and hurried away under the gaze of everyone, and did not forget to take off the shield stuck in his arm and throw it on the ground before leaving.

Roger Dorn stood stunned as he watched Alexander leave the arena.

It was the first time that the Fist of the Empire's personal guards and several company commanders had seen their genetic father be angry like this, and no one dared to reply.

In the past, Roger Dorn could make the other party angry or slam the door without talking to anyone for a few words.

Today's situation, hey, it's really a thing.

But... Hey, it's sad, what will happen to the next few months?

But they also didn't want to think about what those company commanders should do with the other genetic protogens when Roger Dorn had poisoned the other genetic protogens in the past.

"Sigismund, tomorrow, tomorrow you go."

Roger Dorn slammed the arena door, but he couldn't help but push it back.

"Forget it, let's let the guards go up first tomorrow, don't inform me, I'm going to lead the Mountain Formation and the fleet group for a subspace crossing."

Roger Dorn gave himself a plausible reason, but he just didn't know if he could bear it.

......

Alexander walked through the empty cloisters of the monastery, and a sense of solemnity gradually freed him from his belligerent moods.

The equipment and weapons were handed over to a private servant for maintenance, and the servo skull flew low to scan his body information to check for abnormalities.

"Just, did the Emperor mention anything when he gave you those exclusive weapons?"

"Nope." Justel shook his head directly.

"It's strange, I don't say anything about it, I don't care if I can use it or not."

Alexander went back to the room Roger Dorn had arranged for him, changed into his robes, and straightened his hair.

Two personal weapon boxes were kicked under his bed by him, and he officially owned two treasures that pressed the bottom of the box.

"Your Highness, will it be a surprise for you to be so angry with Lord Roger Dorn?"

As the captain of the personal guard of His Royal Highness the eldest son, Justin thought that he still knew Alexander's behavior and habits better, but after climbing the mountain formation, both his personality and the tone of his speech were a little abnormal.

"Dorne is a straight man of steel, but there are more than twenty legions in the Great Expedition, and it is impossible to unite the forces around him."

"He was aware of it, but he didn't care about it, and I just wanted him to understand that it could have been easily avoided."

Roger Dorn will always only say what he thinks is right, and he will never and disdain to lie, not even if it is a white and necessary lie, so he will not be able to agree with the other Primitives, or even cooperate tactically.

This directly led to the fact that Dorne, who had a certain tactical accomplishment and command ability, could not serve as the commander of the large army operations.

And whenever the primitives wanted to communicate or argue with him, he couldn't understand the cynicism of others, and would just directly announce that the conversation was over, and that he had won.

In fact, this is a manifestation of his stubborn character, and it is also an alternative flaw.

Alexander tried to start with the easiest brothers, and then gradually isolated the crisis, and was arranged by Macado to study biotechnology and genetic engineering research, without letting him solve the problem of genetic seed mutation first.

You must know that the genetic seed mutation of the Fist of the Empire, and the secondary recombination after the destruction of the mother group, caused both of the Astarte operations to fail.

Sus-an meninges can allow soldiers to fake their deaths with serious injuries, delay a lot of time waiting for treatment, so that many elites can be retained.

Etching glands allows Astarte warriors to spit out corrosive venom, allowing even the unarmed to break free from their chains and save themselves.

The lack of these two life-saving functions directly led to the soldiers of the Imperial Fist Regiment's warband suffering heavy losses in the later wars.

There are also cases where the genetic seeds of other legions mutate and even cause the entire legion to mutiny, and Alexander, as a stable protoplasm, is the best material for research.

"Let's go, let's go to the biology lab and have a look, I don't know how Cabu Eric is doing."

Alexander pushed the door open, and the Praetorian Army had secured the corridor leading to the lab under Garste's arrangement.

Although he was not sure what he could learn, he was not wrong to follow the 300-year compulsory education study plan.

Justel walked in front and pushed open the door to the Martian Mecha-esque laboratory, and Alexander walked straight inside.

Unlike the Emperor's lab, the first impression here is that it really is the dark scientist's horror lab.

The unique mechanical prosthetic eyes of the Martian sages allow them to conduct experiments without sufficient light, so the laboratory is very dim, and all kinds of gear decorations make the whole room full of flesh and blood imagination.

"Your Highness, eldest son, welcome to my private laboratory, the next picture may require you to overcome your own physiological reactions."

The Castia 02 Bio-Sage is manipulating the mechanical claws behind her back, carefully making precision cuts on the operating table.

The life span of the servants is not permanent, and they need to replace the biological wet parts regularly, which is what Castia 02 is currently doing.

"Are the biological sages also proficient in these mechanical jobs?"

Although Alexander was not very interested in the matter of prosthetic modification, he still managed to resist the discomfort.

"You don't think that sages are only proficient in one subject, I'm also a mechanical sage."

Castia drew a mechanical claw and grabbed a metal stool wrapped in brocade from the wall, motioned for Alexander to stand up and observe, and deliberately shot a beam of light to prevent him from seeing.

The laser scalpel is like a hot knife cutting butter, easily dividing the next biological wet piece arm, and the screws, nuts, and metal pipes are installed in turn on the black and red flesh plane.

Castia 02 will only demonstrate in person when she needs to pay attention.