Airplanes~~~

The single-molecule blade of the chainsaw sword is stuck in the air.

Alexander rose to his feet with his sword, and Shinichi's armor was fiercely imprinted on the chest of the commander of the 14th Regiment.

190th winning streak!

The Astral Army's cheers rang out again on the Mountaintown, and more Space Marines arrived at the arena.

In the biological laboratory, the 14th Army Corps' Astarte organ modification operation continues.

A tedious and single life that lasted for a month and a half.

The winning streak challenged to the 197th game.

Company Commander of the 4th Corps, Dantiok.

Every step of the Iron Warrior's genes shows a steady, ferocious and fierce momentum.

The flashing blue power hammer flew out of his hand and slammed into Shinichi's armor's left shoulder armor.

It was a complete thump.

Alexander exchanged injuries for injuries and took a hard blow, shaking violently while the power gloves charged a blow.

Dantiok, fly out of the field.

In this battle, for the first time, the exclusive symbol of His Royal Highness the eldest son was engraved on the power hammer by the forbidden army.

It was a complete double-headed eagle made up of lines.

The Fourth Legion's Dantiok fell to one knee with his hands held in high the air the power hammer, a symbol of glory.

On this day, the entire mountain formation was completely boiling.

His Royal Highness, the eldest son, spread his mark to the outside world for the first time.

However, compared to the jubilation off the field, Roger Dorn has a dignified face.

Alexander quietly withdrew from the arena and led the Praetorian Guards all the way to the operational command room.

"No news yet?"

"Not yet."

Rog Dorn frowned, his eyes fixed on the star map provided by the Terra Torch.

A month and a half ago, Alexander asked him to send a request to Terra asking Mars to provide a builder of the Sage.

To this day, there has been no news.

This situation is very wrong, in short, they have unilaterally lost contact with Terra.

The Yamajin was still heading for its destination, but had lost all signals from the outside world.

Distorted and changeable within subspace.

This is not the only problem.

The fanatical astral armies seem to have discovered a strange thing, as long as they regularly go to watch the competitive duels of His Highness the eldest son, they can be protected from the attack of Chaos Whispers to a certain extent.

According to Roger Dorn's statistics, according to the proportion of non-combat attrition when traveling through subspace in the past.

At present, close to 2% of the Astral Army should be terminated at a minimum, but in reality, it is not even 1% now.

"The Seventh Legion of the Empire, the genetic prototype of the Fist of the Empire, Rog Dorne."

"In my capacity as the Captain of the Imperial Guard, Garste, I have formally proposed to you to provide you with all the information you know about your legion at the moment."

Justin directly summoned the forbidden army battle team and surrounded the combat command room of the Mountain Formation.

The guards maintained a concentric circle formation, protecting Alexander without dead ends, and were ready to break through at any time.

Outside the gate, the twenty Forbidden Soldiers were still standing guard as usual, but the blasters were quietly loaded, and the Guardian's Spear had begun to break up their positions, completely blocking the movement of people.

Roger Dorn did not answer Just's question, but directly kicked the two company commanders next to him.

Because these two guys just reached for the plasma pistol on the outside of their thighs.

"You go out, from now on you are no longer the company commander of the Imperial Fist, and you are no longer my heir."

Although Rog Dorn's tone was still steady, his hands were trembling, and his forehead was even more bruised.

He was not angry at the Forbidden Army's questioning of him, but ashamed that his heir had used a weapon against the eldest son of the Empire.

"Lord Primordial, please allow His Highness the eldest son to grant us equal death."

The two company commanders of the Imperial Fist did not leave, but fell to one knee and took off their helmets with both hands in front of them.

The two silently lowered their heads, holding battle daggers in both hands and waiting for sanctions.

All this happened in just a few breaths, and it was immediately about to decide the life and death of two Astarte regiments and 10,000 company commanders in Dalian.

"Enough, isn't it chaotic enough now?"

Alexander had just finished the competition, and without taking off his armor, he directly pushed away the forbidden army guarding him in front of him.

After stepping out of the formation protecting him, he came to the two company commanders of the Imperial Fist and slapped off the Adamantite Battle Dagger.

"They deserve a glorious verdict."

Roger Dorn replied with a stiff face, but didn't look at Alexander's expression.

"Dorne, am I your brother?"

“...”

Rog Dorn suddenly heard such a question, and his head didn't react for a while, but he was speechless.

Alexander was not angry, and walked straight to Dorne with his hands on his hips.

"Yes, yes."

Roger Dorn said yes before he could ask him again.

"Well, now it's up to me to decide."

"But they have lost their glory and deserve to be judged."

Roger Dorn still stalked his neck and disagreed with Alexander.

However, when he saw Alexander's serious expression, his tone suddenly changed.

"Whether they are judged or not, they are no longer my heirs, and they must leave the Imperial Fist Legion."

"Are you sure?"

Alexander looked at Dorne carefully, and seeing that he still didn't let go, he simply took the two company commanders.

"Well, from now on, they will be my heirs, join my legion."

Alexander didn't squirm, and went directly to Just, pulled out the power sword from the weapon box, and placed it on the shoulder of the former Imperial Fist Company Commander.

"Tell me your name."

"Fafnir Ran."

"Your name."

Alexander swapped his sword for another man.

Under two particularly heavy gasps, a name sounded.

"Danat Leshande."

A company commander?

Alexander looked up at Roger Dorn in surprise.

There are nearly 100,000 Space Marines on the Shanzhen alone, and Alexander may not be able to see the demeanor of every company hero if he fights for a year.

Although he had never fought in the arena with a company commander of the Imperial Fist, Alexander had heard his name.

Dorn, of course, was paying attention to the situation, his eyes closed and he bowed slightly.

"From today onwards, you will officially become my heirs, and you can call yourself the eldest son's pro-army, Legion Zero."

Alexander withdrew the Power Sword from their shoulders and picked up the Adamantite Battle Dagger and thrust it back into its scabbard.

The two company commanders did not immediately get up, but silently erased the badges and emblems of honor from their shoulder armor.

"I'll allow you to keep your livery by simply adding a ring of gold coat to the shoulderplate."

Alexander saw them trembling and hesitated whether to proceed with the erasure of the Legion crest, which symbolized the Fist of the Empire.

Immediately before they could do it, he went up directly and held down their hands to remind them.

At the same time, look at the genetic prototype of the Imperial Fist, Roger Dorn.

"Cowards, the warriors of the Fist of the Empire will have the courage to admit their mistakes."

Roger Dorn snorted coldly, turning his head to look at the star map and no longer looking at the situation.

Alexander ignored him, and immediately picked up the two company commanders and motioned for the forbidden army to take them out first.

In the entire combat command room, all that was left was the genetic prototype of the Forbidden Army, Alexander, and the Imperial Fist, Roger Dorn.