"Samuel Colon, His Highness Alexander has returned with you?"

The pharmacists gathered more and more in the Hall of Fame, whispering around Samuel Collen.

"Yes, His Highness personally helped the brothers to tidy up their appearance, and even restored the wounds on the faces of several brothers."

Samuel Colan is a pharmacist who specializes in recovering genetic seeds.

His face was not as handsome as that of his Legion brothers, but rather a gloomy and malnourished one.

This is one of the reasons why he is reluctant to take off his helmet.

And another reason is because Samuel Colan never eats indiscriminately, such as the flesh and blood of the enemy.

"Did you ask about the Pharmacists Alliance?"

Toronto Ulm, the chief pharmacist of the Ninth Legion, asked in a low voice.

He had recently heard the news that the Chief Apothecary of the Imperial Fist Legion, Taylor Wilbur, had formed an organization called the Apothecary Alliance, whose mission was to protect the genetic seeds of the various legions and to detect and report anomalies.

Most particularly, Taylor Wilbur is said to have the right to report directly to His Highness Alexander.

"No, there's no time to speak."

Samuel Koren whispered back.

He knew that the blood thirst problem of the Ninth Legion was extremely serious, and even the title of the 'Ghoul' Legion was circulated.

But at such a time, how could he ask and explain the anomaly of his legion.

In this war, Michel Lalloren even deliberately selected mentally stable fighters to participate in the Baal satellite annihilation operation, because he was worried that St. Giles would treat them differently and even expel them as veterans from Terra.

However, the Father knows the Son, but the Son does not know the Father.

St. Giles had been waiting for his heirs to ask for help from him, to offer him unreserved trust.

The crowd looked out into the hall with a thousand stone platforms, through which Alexander walked, and Michel Lardorren introduced the names of the warriors and the honors they had achieved.

Alexander bowed his head in silence, he took off his armor and gently brushed his fingertips across the faces of each warrior.

Every time he walked by, a star would appear next to the scorching sun in subspace, but unfortunately not all warriors would return to Alexander.

"Michelle Raldoren, be sure to let me know when the memorial service begins."

Alexander stayed in the hall for more than an hour, and almost every Terara-Warrior who passed by stopped to watch, but didn't bother.

"Definitely." Michelle Lalldoren replied solemnly.

Alexander walked slowly past the apothecary, they looked at their company commander and shook their heads slightly, this was obviously not a good time to mention blood thirst.

In the silence of space, a Thunderhawk gunboat from the Praetorian Army flew quickly, and Alexander quietly arrived at the Imperial Dream.

In fact, Alexander knew about the genetic defects of the Ninth Legion, and he even heard the pharmacists discuss.

When the blood thirst of the Ninth Legion Space Marines flares up, they lose their minds and begin to kill indiscriminately, even devouring the corpses of their fallen enemies.

The warriors who first broke out with blood thirst, who were deprived of their humanity and became like wild beasts, eventually died on the battlefield, so they did not go unnoticed, and now the blood thirst of warriors has become more frequent.

The pharmacists' speculation is related to the overdevelopment of the eighth modified organ of the Space Marines, the genetic detection nerves.

This organ is implanted in the spinal cord between the cervical and thoracic vertebrae, and it is used to absorb genetic material from living organisms, and Astarte can gain the memories of his enemies by eating flesh tissue.

But the warriors of the Ninth Legion are different, they can even gain the enemy's combat experience and skills on this basis, and deeply substitute them into the enemy's memory, making them feel lost.

This rare yet terrifying ability.

The Ninth Legion did not dare to announce it at all, or even mention it.

"Your Highness, please come with me."

Justel waited outside the launch platform, and as soon as Alexander disembarked from the Thunderhawk gunboat, he guided him through the complex corridor into the central area.

"Are Just, Magnus, and St. Giles also in the lab?"

Alexander was delayed for a while, and estimated that they would arrive at least an hour earlier than him.

"Yes, my lord and the two primordial lords are waiting for you."

Justin took Alexander to the equipment room, removed his Shining Gold armor, cleaned it, and changed into a white robe.

On this battleship, there were not only Alexander's private rooms, but also the rooms of the other primitives.

When Magnus and St. Giles arrived, they also underwent a simple make-up and changed into more comfortable clothes.

"Father, what kind of weapon is this?"

Magnus lay on the bench and watched as the Emperor dismantled the pistol into nearly a thousand tiny parts.

The twenty-three layers of coils wrapped around the chamber of the gun are immersed in a special liquid.

"A creature from the Dark Ages."

The Emperor was holding a small pair of tweezers, and was disassembling the core of the pistol little by little.

A sphere wrapped in multicolored wires.

"I'm back."

Alexander pushed open the door to the lab and walked straight inside, leaving Justin frozen in place as he raised his hand to press the bell.

The three people in the room just glanced back, and then tacitly turned their heads and continued to do their own thing.

"Is this the gun I found?"

Alexander didn't see anything outside, and pulled a high stool to sit on it before barely lying on the test table.

"Who said it was yours?" The emperor replied in a muffled voice.

He had examined the demonic skull left behind by the Sadist, and there was no subspace contamination on it, but it was the medium through which the Sadism reached the material world.

If Alexander had summoned the 'Blood Sacrifice Blood God', he would have been able to manifest himself in the physical world.

This has already hit the idea on his own son, how can the emperor bear it, the most infuriating thing is that Alexander himself still doesn't care.

"Hehe, I don't have a proper pistol yet, and I always use psionic energy, which will inevitably be exposed in front of other legions."

Alexander leaned on the bench and moved closer to the emperor's side.

This kind of delicate thing, Alexander, as a beginner in mechanical engineering, did not even dare to touch it.

If one of the parts is missing, it may be impossible to put them together again.

"Why, you still dare to threaten me?"

When the emperor heard that he was about to reveal his spiritual powers, his eyebrows widened, and Alexander quickly dodged back.

"Wait, let me research this technology from the Dark Ages first and see if I can make a replica."

The emperor's mouth did not stop, and the movements of his hands were still steady and terrifying, and the metal coils thinner than a hair were peeled off by him with small tweezers.

Since it was not known what effect the use of psionic energy would have on the pistol, the emperor had always disassembled it with his own hands with precision tools of various knuckle sizes.

This was the first time that the emperor felt that his body was too tall and a defect, and when he turned his head to look at Alexander, his eyes lit up.

"You try."

Alexander was snatched up, grabbed pliers and tweezers, and dismantled the most complicated parts of the pistol step by step under the emperor's command.