"Overcome it, don't vomit in the lab, or my servants will be very distressed."

Castia 02's testing equipment heard a rapid heartbeat, and immediately asked the servo skull to bring a potion bottle, which contained a pungent smell of grass.

Alexander pushed away the servo skull and didn't dare to open his mouth to speak, and his hand on the operating table jumped straight.

Although he often saw blood during the fight, the physiological reaction to seeing such wanton fiddling with his limbs still made his stomach churn.

But fortunately, the servant on the operating table only needs to replace a prosthetic leg, and he can continue to shine for the empire.

With a click, Castia 02 released all the mechanical claws on her back, and the two servants helped her companion who had just gotten off the operating table towards the depths of the laboratory.

"It seems that you are very adaptable and tolerant, and meet the cultivation needs of sages."

Castia lowered her head and carefully scanned Alexander's facial expression, the red prosthetic eye hidden under her hair flickering.

"If mechanical analysis were to be relied upon, the Empire would not know how many people would be completely disappointed."

Alexander jumped down from the stool and stroked his stomach to suppress the vomiting, and if the psychological operation was just a necessary act, it didn't seem to be so unbearable.

Castia 02 didn't care about the contrary opinion and took the lead towards the small laboratory on the side.

"Come with me, there's a test site built just for you."

Alexander fanned the smell of oil in front of his nose and took two quick steps to follow.

As the two of them stepped into the laboratory, the incandescent light suddenly turned on and caused some blindness, and the small custom-made workbench was enough for Alexander to do as much as he could.

"Changing into a lab coat, there are two aspects to the next practical operation, the transformation of biological machine servants, and the replacement of wet prosthetics."

"A simple prosthetic modification is the most suitable teaching material for beginners like you."

Castia threw away a pure white lab coat, and after the mechanical claw pressed the knob on the operating table, the floor-to-ceiling curtains were pulled up to reveal a semi-open glass room, in which stood nearly a hundred standby biological servants, and these were only a batch of parts of the body that needed to be replaced on the Mountain Formation.

"So many, are you sure?"

Alexander looked at the servant phalanx through the glass and was a little distracted, and there were too many transformational surgeries to be done on the first day, could this be unreliable.

"Of course."

Castia 02 intimately handed over two laser scalpels, and the mechanical claw pushed Alexander to stand in front of the laboratory table and pressed his hand to accurately cut the knife.

The cool-colored blades cut cross-cutting through the joints of the machine's bones, the dark red oil splattered outward, the dry prosthetics were thrown into the scrap bucket to be recycled, and the pure white lab coat gradually became infected with a little oil.

"Hold your hand steady and then go down, and use force to chop the bones."

Vomit!

"Restrain your physiological reactions, it's just an ordinary operation, be cautious when removing the prefrontal lobe."

Vomit!!!

Alexander grabbed the straw ball sent by the servo skull and pressed it to his face, and his other hand reached into the servant's skull and stirred it gently.

What is unexpected is that this prefrontal lobe extraction from the 20th century can be revived in the M30 era.

......

Airplanes!!! Drip, drip!

Piercing sirens, accompanied by red lights illuminating the entire mountain formation.

This is the alarm sound of the daily routine inspection, checking the situation of the personnel, and reporting the progress of the work.

Alexander has been on a space voyage aboard Mountain Town for almost 6 months, as well as a biomodification internship.

Time is chaotic in subspace, and the bow and stern of a battleship can even differ by more than a dozen hours, and it needs to be adjusted multiple times to unify the command.

In order to be able to carry out subspace navigation normally, human beings have created a Geller stance that isolates the chaotic creatures of subspace, but even so, there are still astral troops and ship working forces who can't stand the pollution of chaos.

As a result, the Astartes will cooperate with daily inspections and faithfully execute some of those who have already been contaminated.

"My brother, trust the weapon in your hand, look for weak spots and strike hard."

The arena aboard the Mountain Formation was filled with clamour, and Rog Dorn stood in the middle of the arena to guide Alexander in an armed duel, and his battle with Sigismund was already heating up.

The forbidden army stood on the first floor, surrounded by Astarte warriors wearing various colors of terracotta steel armor, and the audience on the second and third floors stood mostly ordinary astral troops and some Astarte warriors on vacation.

It was one of the longest battles to date, and both men had been holding out for an hour before they could decide the winner, scorching steam emanating from the top of their heads.

"Your Highness is mighty, challenge two hundred consecutive victories!"

"Sigismund, you're okay."

At halftime, Alan Well, a member of the Guards, offered to help wipe his weapon with a fake look of concern.

These members of the Guards were the ones who liked to pull people into the water, after all, they had become one of Alexander's 188 undefeated runs.

However, they still brought in the Legion's chief pharmacist, Tyro Wilbur, to protect him.

"The loser doesn't have to speak."

Sigismund replied unceremoniously, exactly like Dorne, and as soon as the break was over, he stood up and shouted at the people on the high platform.

"Those who haven't been on the scene, to you are you, you can do it, and the venue will be handed over to you immediately."

Alexander watched Sigismund jump onto the stage with his power sword and power axe, and the two stood in place and smiled at each other, ready for one last encounter.

"Sigismund, you are very strong, you will definitely not stop at the company championship in the future, are you interested in joining my legion?"

"I am a warrior of the Imperial Fist, and I follow the orders of Lord Roger Dorn."

Sigismund swirled around his side with his two-handed greatsword to build up inertia, a move he had created to fight enemies outnumbered him.

Sigismund was known as the first man of the Astarte in the future, the champion warrior of the Emperor and the first generalissimo of the Black Templar.

Just listen to these names, you can see how exaggerated his strength and potential are, but he eventually fell into the hands of the old and the four gods Abaddon.

Perhaps, when Alexander masters the original casting operation, he can bring this veteran back to life and continue to serve the Empire, just like Dante of the Holy Blood Angel Legion, and other aging warriors.

"Haha you guys are really great, I like Imperial Fist a lot, except for your stubborn character, of course."

Alexander no longer dwelled on this, and slapped his weapon vigorously to signal the start of the battle.

This time, the two of them did not fight together in an instant like before, both sides have completed the snooping of strength, and as long as there is a mistake caught in the future, I am afraid it will become one of the history of the other party's glorious achievements.

The sound of the pottery steel armor stepping on the metal arena clicked, and the eyes of the two were fixed on each other's faces, the distance began to shorten with the footsteps, and the wind from the rotation of the two-handed greatsword could already blow on Alexander's face.

With a hum, Sigismund's posture of spinning his two-handed sword suddenly accelerated, and the wind blade slashed directly into the corner of Alexander's eye, followed by a move to slash Huashan.

Due to the close distance, Alexander immediately raised his power axe diagonally to jam the two-handed greatsword, and the other move was to stab the power sword in Sigismund's armpit.

Clang~!

There was a long clash of metal, and the axe shaft was stuck on the metal table, and Alexander threw it away.

After Sigismund slashed at the power axe with his giant sword in his hand, he forced his body to move half a step to the left with his huge inertia, and used his sword grid to jam the incoming power sword.

However, when he saw that Alexander decisively let go of his sword-wielding hand, the hairs on his body instantly stood up.

Two crisp bangs,

Alexander leaped on his knees, his power gloves and hands striking Sigismund's thighs and abdomen, and the terracotta steel armor burst into spider web-like cracks under the force.

Immediately, the yellow figure was slammed into the air, slamming into the wall outside the arena, splashing air.