"Praise the Emperor, Your Highness has won one hundred and eighty-nine consecutive victories!"

"We are witnessing the awakening of the gods."

The cheers instantly resounded throughout the arena, and Roger Dorn directly carried Alexander on his shoulders to show everyone.

Some of the astral troops were so excited that they even took the initiative to kneel down on one knee when they saw this, because in their eyes, Alexander was obviously more like a mortal god, and he belonged to the leader of many astral legions.

"Wilbur, how is it, show him quickly."

Amid the cheers, Alrenville trotted to Sigismund's side, pulling Wilbur, the chief pharmacist, to help check his condition.

"Hey, that's too hard."

Sigismund's eyes darkened, and he slowly exhaled a sullen breath as he listened to the noise in his ears, and reached out to touch his abdomen slightly, and the spider web-like clay steel armor instantly spilled to the ground, revealing the black carapace inside.

"Sigismund, don't die."

When Alrenville saw him wake up, he hurriedly grabbed his neck and kept swaying.

"Shut up, I really can't shake it any longer, Wilbur Pharmacist is bothering you, I should be fine, right?"

Sigismund pushed Alrenville to lie flat on the ground, and now he only felt the entire lower half of his body unconscious, allowing his skull to scan his body.

Great Pharmacist Wilbur didn't answer immediately, and lowered his head to carefully examine the injuries inside the black carapace.

The laser scanner in his left eye carefully compared the data from the servo skull, and after making sure that it was okay, Wilbur patted Sigismund and motioned for Alan Weil to help him up.

"You should be glad that His Royal Highness the eldest son is in his infancy, otherwise this punch will probably pass through the abdomen."

"Hehe, now you're the same as me, see how many days you can lie down this time, you know, I slept for a full week before I recovered."

Alrenville excitedly dragged Sigismund as the crowd spontaneously made way and sent them away with loud applause.

In this game, whether you win or lose, you will play the majesty of the Imperial Fist, not to mention the young demigod, who is also a god.

...

Along the way, Alexander was carried by Roger Dorn to the battle room of the Mountain Formation as if he had won a great battle, and the Praetorian army also branched out of the frenzied crowd to follow closely.

These fanatical astral armies shouted praises to His Highness from the beginning, and later became more and more exaggerated and even shouted hoping for His Highness's blessing.

"You're growing faster than you can imagine, and in another month, I'm afraid there will only be a few people left on the Mountain Formation who can fight you without losing quickly."

Rog Dorn knew that Alexander had wings, but he didn't ask about it.

On the contrary, looking at Alexander, who looked more and more like the emperor, Roger Dorn's heart liked it even more.

"Hey, I thought you wouldn't compliment people."

"But it's too early to say this, at least I haven't fought Just, and I hope to have a fight with you when I leave."

Alexander asked the Praetorian Army to help him take off his armor and change into a robe, and he didn't forget to tease Dorne again.

The two had been together for more than six months, and Alexander gathered in the command room every day at noon to listen to Dorn talk about his conducting skills.

After this time together, Alexander found that he really couldn't understand the good words, although he was also trying to change his speaking habits, but it just sounded awkward.

Rog Dorn heard Alexander's teasing, and walked over to him and pondered for a moment before responding.

"No problem, if you want to fight, I can arrange it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Forget it tomorrow. ”

Alexander took out the crown and put it on top of his head, stretched his somewhat numb limbs to listen to the lecture, and did not expect Dorne to reply.

"You have self-knowledge, those company commanders have changed into Terminator armor, and with your current strength, there is no chance at all."

"Well, let's learn how to command a battleship first."

Alexander didn't dare to talk to him any further, trying to get the conversation back on track, but Captain Gasd shook his head as he listened.

In the dark universe, only by not being afraid of the danger from the shadows can we stand, and if we lose the courage to fight to the death, even the battleship will be defeated.

Mechs can sense the captain's mood changes, and they can even change the captain's permissions on their own initiative.

Just like the Glory Queen-class battleship Marcurag's Glory, even if it is taken by the Chaos Space Marines, it can control the ability of its ships to fire in a large array of guns, preventing them from firing at the Ultramarines' ships.

"When you own a ship, the first thing you need to master and be familiar with is the mech, and then think about how to manipulate the ship to operate with wolf pack tactics or decapitation tactics."

Roger Dorn led Alexander to the battle platform in the command room, where he could clearly see the flagship of the Imperial Fist, the Eternal Expedition, docked.

This was one of the estates that was later divided into Sigismund, and was the basis for his formation of the Black Templar Warband.

"In fact, for the current naval strength of the empire, tactics are not so important, as long as the firepower is enough, it can be completely pushed sideways by relying on the battle fortress, and the part that can't be pushed can be solved by jumping gangs."

"It's really not possible, you can call for support from other legions in the nearby star field, remember not to take risks."

Rog Dorn looked at Alexander with a solemn expression, he had almost taught the skills of space naval warfare, and the only requirement for Alexander was not to be arrogant, but everyone has their own fighting style, which cannot be changed.

"I remember that."

Alexander nodded vigorously, staring at the Queen of Glory-class battleship and never leaving.

"You... Want it? ”

Roger Dorn had already turned to leave the war room, and saw Alexander still standing on the command platform, following his gaze at the Eternal Expedition.

"Or," Dorne gritted his teeth, intending to cut his love.

"It's really shocking, such a huge creation, it's hard to imagine how huge the mountain array that can dock it is." Alexander muttered to himself.

"No, no, no, the Mountain Formation is not good, this is not good."

Rog Dorn panicked when he heard this, and quickly crouched down and waved in front of Alexander's eyes, trying to interrupt his gaze on his family property.

"Don't worry, my father will definitely prepare a ship for you, I'm too young to be the eldest son of His Royal Highness, brother, I beg you."

Roger Dorn pulled hard and kept glaring at Just, telling him to quickly take Alexander to Castia to learn about Astarte's reconstructive surgery.

"Don't worry, I don't want your battle fortress, I will build my own battle celestial body, Dyson sphere, fortress monastery, and the wandering planet plan is also very good."

Alexander broke free of Roger Dorn's grip covering his eyes and looked at the captain of his Praetorian Guard.

"Just, can you send a message to Terra and tell Prime Minister Machado that I want to learn construction techniques and let Mars send a sage to teach me."

"No problem, I'll inform Tyra now, and I'll report to Machado personally."

Before Garsde could answer, Roger Dorn had already agreed for him, and he had to personally send Alexander out of the combat command room to the biological laboratory.