There is only a week left before the Mountain Formation leaves the subspace.

Alexander spends his days in collapse and on the verge of collapse.

He saw what the Empire's chainsaw swords, blasters, plasma weapons, promethine flamethrowers, assault vehicles, poison-bladed tanks, and other weapons looked like.

However, none of this matters, as long as there is a standard template to construct the STC, any casting world can be completed.

The most painful thing is that Castia 02 retaliates with the knowledge that instills in Alexander, as well as the extremely demanding demands on a daily basis.

It gave Alexander the feeling of dreaming back a week before the exam.

However, the results of this approach are also impressive.

Now, Alexander is finally able to control an industrial machine independently and produce the parts he needs.

"Your Highness, although this mechanical claw is crude, it has extraordinary commemorative significance, doesn't it?"

Castia 02 squinted out of the corner of her eyes and couldn't tell if she was smiling, her hands playing with the first mechanical claw backpack that had just been assembled.

There is no coating added to it, and there are not many functions, but it has initially met the requirements for use.

Castia obtained some of Alexander's physical data in the emperor's laboratory, and was asked to monitor the development of his eldest son.

Therefore, while Alexander's pituitary gland is not fully developed and his information processing ability is not strong, he has been using perfusion learning to strengthen his brain development.

"Hehe, it does make people can't help but remember this unforgettable moment."

Alexander sneered expressionlessly.

Castia sped up her study schedule, resulting in an extra week.

These days he's either wallowing in a mess of parts or indulging in a sea of books.

For a whole week, Alexander did not go to the arena once.

At present, the two company commanders, Fafnir Rann and Danat Lysander, packed their bags and arranged to live next door to the forbidden soldiers.

"Alright, I don't want to stay with you anymore, but remember that you still owe me a visit to the Titans."

Alexander took off his oil-stained suits and prepared to go back to pack up his personal belongings and leave the painful place.

"Your Highness, I didn't say that this is qualified."

Castia 02 reaches out her mechanical claw to stop Alexander.

"This mechanical claw is just the simplest one, and for an extra week, you need to follow me to learn how to operate various construction machines and how to draw drawings."

Alexander opened his mouth and couldn't say a word, silently picking up the operating suit and preparing to put it back on.

"But Your Highness, you are free to spend the rest of your time today."

Castia 02 took Alexander's hand and hung it on the wall, bending down and pointing out the door, a smile that had succeeded in her plan under her red robe.

"Good, good, Kastia 02."

Alexander slammed the door twice with a loud bang.

Justin followed, leading the Forbidden Army out of the dangerous workshop.

The group crossed the corridor back to the lounge.

The chests containing the armor and weapons were opened one by one, and the Praetorian soldiers helped Alexander prepare for the gladiatorial battle.

"Just, help me inform Rann and Lysander that they don't repent in the convent."

"Now let them go to the arena to warm up and tell the fighters that I'm going to have a fight later."

"Understood."

Justin whispered a few words to Lop Popock, who was in charge of the housekeeping, and the two janissaries went to the monastery.

When Fafnir Rann and Danat Lessander had the opportunity to meet their eldest son, Alexander made a request to them.

Ask each of them to help the Empire conquer ten planets controlled by the Xenomorphs, so that their mistakes will be forgiven.

In fact, it was not Alexander who deliberately squeezed them, but these two people were already a little stunned.

They stayed in the monastery every day, as if this was the only way to eliminate the pain in their hearts and correct their mistakes.

For this reason, their original body, Roger Dorn, also went out of his way to find Alexander and asked him to help solve this problem, otherwise he would be useless after a long time.

At that time, Alexander was controlled by Castia's high-pressure learning every day, and he didn't know about it at all.

In the end, Alexander thought twice before making such a request.

Because sometimes giving requirements to those who make mistakes is a shortcut to help them get out of the shackles of their hearts.

Now Rann and Lysander will frantically hone their will to fight every day, preparing for the next attack on the aliens, but they will still go to the monastery to repent whenever they have time.

So Alexander went with them, anyway, they didn't have to worry about the affairs of the previous company, maybe they were more comfortable now.

Alexander was wearing armor, and the forbidden army was in charge of opening the way, and the group went straight to the battle command room of the Mountain Formation.

Now that Roger Dorn has put some areas under combat readiness, many of the mortal troops on standby and Astarte are fully armed with live ammunition.

The operators on the deck of the macro cannon and light spear array have taken turns to take up their posts to ensure that the artillery fire enters the mode to be excited.

"How's Dorn doing now, and still there's no sign from Terra?"

Alexander made his way through the layers of the Imperial Fist and finally managed to reach the crowded command room.

Rog Dorn stepped out of the space marines that surrounded him.

"Not yet, but the engine of the Mountain Formation has been warmed up, and the situation can change at any time and jump out of subspace."

"Well, I'm going to use the arena later."

Alexander scanned the screens in the operations command room, where he could already read the constantly beating binary coded information.

"No problem, you can just go over."

Roger Dorn didn't cordon off the area in the first place, and after sending Alexander away, his energy was put back into the command room.

At some point, some of the open portholes were completely closed, and the dark subspace outside Geller's position stirred up waves.

Twisted and disgusting strange shadows flickered, monsters that looked like octopuses and brains, and dozens of long tongues dripping with slime came out of their mouths.

The strange creatures endemic to the subspace quietly converge with the tides, and not far from these creatures, a huge black shadow that devours everything is gliding towards it.

"Your Highness bless."

"His Royal Highness the eldest son is mighty."

The shouts in the arena came one after another.

Not long after the news of His Royal Highness the eldest son going to fight in a gladiatorial battle came out, the stands on the second and third floors were crowded with swarming warriors.

"Your Highness hasn't shown up for almost a week, is anyone in your bedroom honorable?"

"No, I feel like it's the safest subspace crossing."

Mortal auxiliaries gathered to exchange their private guesses.

For this reason, some capable sergeants also specially prepared recording equipment to film Alexander's heroic posture during the battle.

"Political commissar, when do you say His Royal Highness the eldest son is going to build an army?"

The sergeant squeezed through the crowd and sat down next to the political commissar with a prosthetic eye, and this question caused the surroundings to be quiet for a moment.

"Wait for the opportunity, His Royal Highness the eldest son is from Terra, and the empire will naturally not forget us Terra warriors."

The political commissar was crowded with mortal warriors one after another, and the cohesion made the political commissar of this era have a considerable right to speak.