Time, ticking to the bell on the door of the laboratory.

Alexander was half hunched out of the bed, hiding his stomach with only the corner of the thin yellow quilt.

The life-sustaining system adjusts the temperature, humidity, artificial gravity, and air tightness in the room to the most suitable range.

After two days of non-stop organ modification surgery, Alexander has become proficient in every step of the space marine's organ modification surgery.

After completing the surgical mission of the Star Marine Company of the first wave of Fist of Empires, the remaining two companies remained.

The transformation operation of the Fourteenth Legion is actually not much different from the Fist of the Empire.

This group of recruits from the region of Santala Albia has great tactics and perseverance.

Their ancestors, even during the War of Unification, never gave in to the Thunder Warriors.

Inherited from the tactics of the Albian ancestors, the warriors of the 14th Legion would carry out a massive ground attack on the autumn nights.

When night falls, the change in light brings huge shadows ahead, giving them a title.

"Twilight Raider"

The Legion, which had not found its original body, did not have all the coatings on their armor, only the shoulder armor was painted red.

Before Motarian returned to the Fourteenth Legion, these warriors possessed tenacity and creativity, as well as untold glory.

But with the haggard-faced, withered-cheeked natives of Barbaros being introduced into the Fourteenth Legion, two distinct factions suddenly emerged within the Legion.

Obviously, it was the Babaros natives led by the latecomer Motarian who took over the entire Death Guard, and they did not forget to pit these warriors from Terra.

Currently, the Space Marines that Alexander is going to undergo organ modification surgery are this group of recruits from Terra.

...

Knock, knock

A crisp knock on the door interrupted the silence in the room.

Alexander's eyelids twitched slightly, but then fell silent again.

Knock, knock

"Wake up, wake up, wake up."

Alexander lifted the quilt and shouted twice to the door, and sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his hair.

If it weren't for the standard Terra timescale in his room, Alexander wouldn't have believed he would have slept for a full eight hours.

In the past, my body was too energetic, and I slept three or four hours a day.

After a brief wash, Alexander underwent a medical examination by the Praetorian Army's medical team in his room, and ate according to the nutritional ratio obtained.

"Just, what's the plan for today?"

After not going to the arena for two days, Alexander felt he needed to move.

Now that I have rested enough, it is the right time for my body to be transparent.

"Your Highness, your battle streak plan, there happens to be a company commander on vacation today."

Now the Mountain Formation has almost become a mixed regiment, and the company champions and company commanders of various fighting styles allow Alexander to see many combat skills.

Above all, Alexander's influence was passed on to the regiments of these company commanders.

"Let's go, let's go have a fight first."

Alexander stood in place with his hands outstretched, waiting for the servants to help him put on Shinichi's armor.

Garsd didn't leave in a hurry with his weapon box, but looked at the Duncan Doppler Janissaries outside the door.

"Your Highness, the company commander is just outside the door, and they are the ones who need surgery, the seventh company of the 14th Legion."

"Yes."

Alexander also glanced out the door, surprised by the information.

"Let him come in first."

Hearing this, the forbidden army standing guard stepped out half a position, revealing a walkway for walking.

"His Highness Alexander, Nathaniel Garro, Commander of the Seventh Company and Company of the Fourteenth Legion."

Garo came from the towering human wall, kneeling on one knee to keep his height level with Alexander, his head bowed as if on a pilgrimage.

The Great Expedition has been going on for decades, and many legions have been welcoming back their original bodies.

However, the Fourteenth Army is still trying to find it.

Recently, they seem to have discovered their own prototype from the bloodline, but it seems to be everyone's prototype.

"Hello, Company Commander Garo."

Alexander put on his armor and deliberately lifted the red shoulder armor of Garo.

That's one of the hallmarks of the Twilight Raiders.

"The Fourteenth Legion, three hundred and twenty-one Space Marine recruits are at your disposal."

Garo stood up, still standing respectfully in place, his eyes level, holding his helmet in one hand.

Although he was on vacation today, he still chose to personally bring the recruits to perform the space marine's organ modification surgery.

Unlike a legion that has a primordial and only needs to send an apothecary.

The 14th Army Corps needed to be led by the company commander in person before it had the opportunity to meet His Highness Alexander.

"Garo, let the pharmacist brothers take the recruits to the break room to prepare, my personal guard is waking up the technical servants, and they will be the first to perform the operation in the morning."

"Later, you will come with me to the arena for a fight, and I will take over the laboratory myself in the afternoon."

Alexander instructed Garo to arrange the recruits.

His gaze turned to Garth's chief of guard, and he asked him to inform Baker Fred.

The Praetorian Army's medical team, led by Baker Fred, currently takes over the biological laboratory in place of Alexander.

They are fully capable of breaking away from Alexander and performing space marines organ modification surgery on their own.

Nathaniel Garo received the order and hurried two steps back to his company.

"Krossius, you are in charge of recording the surgeries of the recruits, and cooperate with the Praetorian brothers."

"Understood, Commander Garo."

Crocius gestured, don't worry.

"Today, honor will be with us."

Garo paced through his company, examining the mental state of each warrior.

In fact, the more legions without the original body, the more attractive Alexander was to them.

Almost all of the men had seen Alexander's heroic appearance in battle in the arena.

With a click, the door was opened from the inside by the Janiss.

Alexander, dressed in Shinichi armor, stepped out of his small lounge.

Garste personally led the Praetorian Guards, walking in the rear with the Guard's Spear in hand.

The corridor had been cordoned off by the forbidden army, and the recruits could see everything in the semi-open lounge.

Crash

The sergeants of the Fourteenth Legion turned around in an instant, and their movements were tacitly aligned.

Together, they faced Alexander, who was walking out the window, with their hands on their chests, and saluted the Aquila.

Until Alexander's figure completely disappeared from the corridor.

"Really, isn't it?"

The apothecary Krosius could not calm down for a long time.

He had also asked his fellow pharmacists what it would be like to see his genetic protoplasm.

At that time, he could not understand at all what a whim was.

Now, maybe it's now.

"Crossius, I'll leave it to you here."

Garo patted Krossius, who was still saluting.

"Where are you going?"

"Today, His Highness is going to the arena, and I will go too."

Garo took the helmet from his guard and walked out without looking back.

"Oh roar, it looks like I wasn't lucky today."

"Company commander, I hope you don't get beaten too badly, otherwise, I won't be able to keep the affairs of the entire company busy."

Krossius smiled and looked at Garo's deliberately quickened pace, gently pressed the recorder on his helmet, and waited for the notice of the Praetorian Army.