"Blood thirst, it's a product that exists deep in the genes."

The Emperor paced around the laboratory, his mind tangled.

He was a man who attached great importance to the input-to-gain ratio, especially at a time when the empire was in desperate need of rapid expansion of its territory, all in the service of the war.

Compared to other legions, Blood Thirst is only a negative state in which the genetic spiral is over-excited, and it is not irretrievable and irretrievable.

But these potential problems need to be solved after all.

The Emperor made up his mind to come to Alexander's side and stand still, his broad palms moving restlessly.

"Yes, because of the overexpression of some gene fragments, it is the precondition that causes the soldiers of the Ninth Legion to have blood thirst."

Alexander sensed the threat from the emperor and hurriedly spoke to help explain.

He felt as if something was wrong, but he couldn't say anything wrong, and he vaguely felt in his heart that this matter was provoked by himself, and I was afraid that it would still fall on him after all.

"St. Giles, if you form a priest army within the legion, and cooperate with the think tank that Alexander and Magnus are about to create, you can alleviate or even initially curb blood thirst to a great extent."

The Emperor was trying his best to put his mind into words, trying to appease St. Giles.

In fact, since Alexander's appearance, he has already set out to solve the problems of various legions, but it is still not the right time to eliminate these genetic fragments.

The Great Expedition has always been a major plan for the Empire to mobilize all its forces at present.

When the fortune of the country comes, it is necessary to bet everything to fight for a slim chance.

St. Giles stood still, his mouth tightened without saying a word, his eyes slightly reddened as he faced the Emperor and Alexander.

"Well, I admit it, at the moment everything in the empire is making way for the Great Expedition, and I don't have time to solve this problem."

The emperor was also a little flustered when he saw this scene, and repeatedly confirmed the reddened eyes of St. Giles, and couldn't believe that he would show such an appearance.

However, when he noticed that Magnus was standing next to him, he couldn't suppress the curvature of the corners of his mouth, and looked down at Alexander, who was even more flustered than him, and immediately understood that these two boys were uneasy and kind.

"Of course, I also know that this problem must be solved."

"So I hope you can wait for Alexander's growth, and I'll give him the method of adjusting the genetic helix."

The emperor pushed Alexander with a hand, and told him to make up his mind immediately, in case he would be able to deceive him later.

As for whether to remind Alexander, the emperor didn't have that idea, who made him have to bring up the genetic problems of the legions at this time.

The Space Marine templates designed by the Emperor are all adapted to the most suitable genes for use in wartime, and stability is not the main direction in wartime.

If you break everything up and start all over again, it will take too much time.

Moreover, only when the combat power is strong can it survive in wartime, and if it is for the sake of so-called stability, there may be more casualties on the fierce battlefield.

Hearing this, St. Giles turned his head to stare at Alexander, tears welling up in his eyes, and his wings did not look as energetic as usual.

"St. Giles, you can rest assured that I will be able to solve this problem soon after I learn."

Hearing that the emperor had spoken, Alexander did not think about it and immediately made a guarantee.

In his opinion, as an absolutely rational emperor, it is impossible to directly give up genes that can enhance combat effectiveness.

Like a wolf's genetic spiral, it gives the Space Wolf Legion an extremely sensitive sense of smell and hearing, tough and elastic skin, and slender canines capable of biting through armor.

All kinds of performances have increased the combat effectiveness of the Space Wolf Legion by more than one degree, but the price is that as they grow older, their animalistic nature will become more and more vigorous, and their words and deeds will become more vicious and cunning.

Eventually, a warrior who can't control his beastly nature will become a bloodthirsty monster.

In fact, this genetic spiral is more serious than the problem of the Ninth Legion, but the increase in combat power obtained is enough for the emperor to selectively ignore it.

"St. Giles, your legion isn't the only one who has this problem."

Magnus walked over and patted St. Giles on the shoulder, the frequency of his finger vibrations regular and secret.

"If my heirs can't control their psionic powers, they will go berserk, and their bodies will be alienated from flesh and blood, and it will be irreparable."

Magnus, who also owned the Legion, was obviously more trusted by St. Giles, and seemed to be able to soothe his emotions easily.

The exchange between the two eased the urgent atmosphere in the room a little.

"I have no problem with the Great Expedition, but I need a guarantee that it must be resolved within this time."

St. Giles came over and grabbed Alexander's wrist, his wings half-drooping and looking unusually haggard.

"No problem, I can promise you right now that the genetic defect of the Ninth Legion will be resolved before the end of the Great Expedition."

Alexander immediately made a decision, and specially high-fived St. Giles to assure.

"Okay, everybody's heard."

"Father, you testify for me and Alexander, and I will only look for him if I have any problems in the future."

St. Giles shook off his hand and his face immediately returned to its original state, as if the liquid in his eyes had never existed.

His towering wings fluttered slightly as he moved his body, and he pulled Magnus directly to discuss the formation of the think tank and the priesthood team.

"Alright, here's something for you."

The Emperor shoved the weapon into Alexander's frozen hands, and turned to walk into the depths of the laboratory as if he had thrown off a big problem.

"Am I not, being deceived again."

Alexander reacted suddenly, blinking the corners of his mouth and wondering if there were tears in St. Giles' eyes just now.

However, he looked at the back of the emperor leaving, spat at the two very good-looking guys behind him, and ran straight to the depths of the laboratory together.

"You're a bunch of troublemakers."

The Emperor slowed down so that Alexander could keep up with him without having to run on his feet.

"Hey~, I really don't blame me, I'm the one who was trapped."

Alexander threw the pistol to the emperor again, and strolled with his hands on the back of his head as if he were returning to his own home.

He was brought here by the emperor, and he is not responsible for who is responsible.

"Actually, I can't help it, there are some problems that always need to be solved."

"What's more, Saint Giles has already come into contact with the Blood God, who knows what kind of impact it will bring."

Alexander actually figured it out, and St. Giles must have discussed it with Magnus in advance before doing this.

There's no way, his younger brother can pretend to cry and beg him, so what's the matter.

"What about you, and how much have you been affected? What did He say to you? ”

The emperor asked questions casually, but his mind was always watching Alexander's inner thoughts.

"I just said a slogan, and I didn't hear anything behind, but I definitely won't shout it."

Alexander didn't have much affection for the Blood God Sadist, just a calm fighting maniac.

No, he doesn't have a good impression of all the subspace evil gods now, a group of people who are affected by the negative state and have no self-will.

"Don't underestimate those evil gods, the empire can't even fully occupy the known material world, and you can't be too careful with their existence entrenched in the long river of time."

The Emperor paused and warned Alexander in a solemn tone.

He found that Alexander, who had experienced war and had been exposed to terror, lacked the caution and sense of crisis in dealing with the evil gods of subspace.

"What you see is only one of them, and no one can guarantee what the other evil gods will look like."

"Yes, I made a note of my father."

Alexander came to his senses immediately.

For some reason, Fear and Sadism didn't blindly kill him, but other evil gods were not.

Who can be sure of what is really going on in their hearts.