"Father, after the shooting, I noticed that one of those coils was visibly dimmed, is that thing an energy store?"

Alexander completely stripped the most boring wires, and then was squeezed aside by the emperor's snatching of tools.

He didn't feel bored with the disassembly, and with the emperor's experience in personally guiding the dismantling of such a precision instrument, Alexander was more confident in any mechanical repair in the future.

"It's not an energy storage device, it's an energy converter."

The emperor's fingertips holding the tweezers flickered, and the black sphere wrapped in wire thread seemed to open some kind of mechanism, automatically unfolding the complex texture within, revealing a shiny black bead.

"Look, this thing is an energy store, a technological artifact from the Dark Ages, and the energy it contains can even penetrate the armor of a starship."

The Emperor had apparently seen something like this, and every part of the weapon was taken apart to see what was going on with the orb.

"So can it still be reproduced?"

Magnus watched with amazement, and if he could reproduce it, he also wanted to keep it as a collector's item.

"It's a pity that the empire can't produce this core now."

The Emperor sighed and began to assemble the pistol and restore it to its perfect condition, after all, it was Alexander who was going to use it next.

Human wars have led to the loss of many technologies, even the emperor is not able to directly rub the handle identical, and now he doesn't even know how to obtain raw materials, how to complete the production process.

"How many times can you use the energy of this bead?" Alexander's eyes were full of curiosity.

"How many times?"

The Emperor glanced at the little thing he didn't know.

"Since it is an energy storage device and has an energy conversion device, it can naturally absorb and release energy in both directions."

The emperor half-lay on the experimental table close to the distance, holding small tweezers to carefully adjust the position of each part.

"Don't touch it, be careful to blow it up."

Alexander was about to reach out his fingertips to touch the bottle that was submerged in the blue coil, but the emperor reached out and opened it.

"Don't touch it, don't touch it, it's mine in the future anyway, you can touch it whenever you want."

Alexander felt that the emperor was obviously black, and grinned in pain and rubbed his fingers in the palm of his hand.

"By the way, what type of energy does it absorb? You can't just absorb psionic energy. ”

When using it, Alexander had to consider not only the strength of the weapon, but also its practicality.

If you can only use psionic power to charge this weapon, it would be more practical to simply equip one of the Empire's most powerful pistols.

"This thing is far more advanced than you think, it can not only absorb the power and psionic energy from the stars, but even the magnetic force in the planet's magnetic field can be stored and utilized."

Emperor completed a perfect replica of the core component of the multi-coil, and began to reassemble thousands of parts back to their original positions.

"See these coils, which are devices that convert external magnetic forces, and at the same time can convert stored energy feedback into plasma bombs, plasma rays, hot melt bombs, heat rays, and many other energy."

"It's so powerful, how can I fix it if it's broken?"

Alexander was not overjoyed to hear such a complicated function, but frowned and questioned its usefulness.

As we all know, the more reliable and practical something is, the simpler it is, and the more complex and cumbersome something is, the more prone it is to failure.

If something goes wrong, Alexander won't be able to repair it on his own, and he will have to go all over the world to find the emperor's location in a hurry.

In case of an unexpected situation on the battlefield, it is better to use the psionic energy directly.

"Not practical? Do you see the muzzle of the gun, this design basically doesn't have any surprises except for the overload of the weapon itself, and it's even more reliable than the blaster. ”

"As for overload, the design of this caliber, the energy control of multiple coils, and what overload is considered."

The Emperor could read Alexander's thoughts, and played with the weapon in his hand to show how it could be used.

"So, it's a perfect weapon?"

St. Giles also came over when he heard the emperor's introduction.

"It's not perfect, and some of its functions are no longer reproduced with the loss of accessories."

The Emperor handed the pistol to St. Giles, ignoring Alexander's desire but not daring to speak.

"It's not actually a pistol, but the core component of a heavy weapon, which has been forcibly dismantled so that it can only be used as a pistol, and cannot release its internal energy at high power."

In fact, the emperor did not know much about the weapons of the Dark Ages, and he did not like to study such murderous mechanical creations at that time, but he could still see at a glance that this weapon was broken.

St. Giles played for a long time, then turned his head to Magnus.

"Father, what was it called in those days?"

Magnus suddenly wanted to write a general book on ancient technological creations, and he jotted down the details of the weapon in his head.

"In the Dark Ages it was just a component of a weapon, called an energy core or something."

The three of them switched back and forth, as if they didn't see the envious eyes around them.

Alexander's eyes suddenly remembered something, and he ran to his room.

"By the way, St. Giles, I thought I'd get you some books on psionics."

Alexander's voice froze all three people in the room.

"Now that you've seen the existence of subspace demons and have a powerful psionic talent, I'm sure you'll be able to contain the effects of your own blood rage."

The Emperor pondered for a moment, watched Alexander run around the room looking for books, and did not step forward to stop him.

"Father, I will, I will never be bewitched by subspace."

St. Giles stood with the emperor in a well-fitting robe, and the lines on their faces were so similar.

Magnus stood aside and scratched his head, for a moment he felt as if he was superfluous.

"St. Giles gives it to you."

Alexander ran out with a box of books, all of which he had already read and knew.

St. Giles took out a copy from it and flipped it open.

"St. Giles, do you know about your legion's blood thirst problem, I feel that it is already very serious.

Alexander tilted his head to look at the Emperor, diverting attention from himself.

"You mean the manic and furious mood of the battle?"

St. Giles did not notice Alexander's movements, still doing a quick glance at the knowledge in the books.

Obviously, he didn't know that when the Ninth Legion broke out in blood thirst, it would be accompanied by devouring the flesh and blood of the enemy, and he just thought that he would fall into a rampage like him.

"The blood thirst of Astarte will cause them to devour the flesh and blood of their enemies in battle, and if they are not contained, they will permanently lose their minds and become beasts."

Alexander briefly told St. Giles about the symptoms after an attack of blood thirst.

The Emperor could clearly see that St. Giles' wrist holding the book was trembling, and this kind of thing obviously made it difficult for him to accept it for a while.

"Father, do you know?"

St. Giles looked at the Emperor, he had heard blood thirst more than once, but had never expected it to be such a manifestation.

Cannibalism, what an unacceptable taboo.