"Magnus, are you sure that every legion has a genetic defect?"

St. Giles' white wings stood high, and he experimented looking through the porthole at his Glorious Queen-class battleship.

On the way back, St. Giles had already exchanged information with Magnus about his legion, but he really didn't know that the existence of blood thirst would devour the flesh of the enemy.

"According to my preliminary investigations, this is indeed the case."

"But it's not so much a genetic defect as the father's over-adjustment of the genetic spiral to make our offspring more adaptable to the tragic war."

Magnus rearranged a book of psionic knowledge, and Alexander had just returned halfway through the move, so he had to quickly use psionic teleportation to hide.

"I understand."

St. Giles was not so unsightly.

Since the emperor is not partial, then he can naturally accept the current situation.

As for saying that the emperor was clearly biased towards Alexander, that is normal, who made him the smallest and most capable.

"The strength of the power determines how much choice our offspring have, if they lose the expression of this part of the gene, maybe they will not survive a few fierce wars, and even die in the Great Expedition is not impossible."

Magnus found the last book, straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief.

If the Thousand Sons were to choose for themselves, whether to bear the curse of flesh mutation or inherit the gift of psionic powers, there is no doubt that Magnus would choose the latter.

"Yes, but genetic defects must be curbed."

St. Giles came to the wall of books that Magnus had prepared for him, picked up the first book in the order in which it was placed, sat down on the couch and began to read it.

Unlike Alexander, he needed to systematically learn all the psionic knowledge, only the defense of the subspace and the use of psionic energy.

The two of them each held a book, and you and I exchanged the questions of the think tank and the priest's experiment on blood thirst curbing.

...

Deep in the lab.

One big and one small stopped and stood at the door of the medium-sized equipment laboratory.

"Look, this is the Shinnichi armor for you, it can control the expansion and contraction of psionic power."

The emperor spent a lot of time experimenting with Alexander's armor.

There was no way, Alexander's height was growing too fast, and the emperor couldn't stay with him all the time, so he could only try to get rid of it once and for all.

"Like Magnus's armor, free to scale and shrink?"

Alexander came to the display case and reached out to rub the edges and corners of the golden armor.

It's not as cold as metal, but it exudes a warm feeling.

"My father was too crowded to fit in." Alexander exhaled and tightened his abdomen and forcibly put it on himself.

"Tsk, you're really fast."

The emperor grabbed Alexander's arm with one hand and pressed the other hand against the armor.

The psionic power detaches the armor modularly, changing the size of each piece before attaching it to Alexander's body to return to its most fitting size.

"It's really advanced, it's much more comfortable than Yaojin armor, and there's no sense of hindrance in using it."

Alexander reached for his waist and made a quick gesture to draw his gun, without a slight delay in reacting faster than he did.

"Father, can this change the size?"

Alexander shook his pistol, a creature from the Dark Ages, which was still a little too large in his hand.

The emperor's back stiffened: "You and I are omnipotent?" I'll put the technology and drawings into your head now, and you'll modify it yourself later. ”

"Don't, I'm wrong, I'm wrong."

It didn't take Alexander a few years to learn this knowledge on his own.

If you forcibly stuff something into your brain, it will bring a strong feeling of dizziness, accompanied by nausea and vomiting, and in severe cases, it will also lead to brain damage.

Receiving too much information at one time, the load on the brain alone can make ordinary people become fools, not to mention these complicated and general knowledge.

"Then come and see, these things are gifts for you to bring to your brothers."

On the wall of an exhibition hall where the Emperor came, display cases of various sizes were opened to reveal a variety of weapons and armor.

"This scythe is made from the rest of the Great Demon Spine?"

Alexander was not very interested in other weapons, but instead took a fancy to the scythe of the spine, which was as white as jade.

"This is a gift for Motarian to help him slay the alien with his own hands."

The emperor held the booth and watched Alexander dance the sickle impenetrable, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

During this period of getting along, his feelings about human nature have become more and more complicated, and he would never have talked so much in the past, nor would he have chatted so leisurely.

He struggled to communicate with his heirs in Alexander's memory, let alone the situation of cooperating with St. Giles and the others to pit Alexander.

Recalling the days when Alexander did not appear, he wanted to break his time into three parts every moment, and he was always desperately busy, for the sake of the slim and hopeless future of mankind.

"It's okay, it feels pretty easy to use."

Alexander was fresh enough and put the weapon back in the exhibition hall.

"If you want, I can make you another one."

The Emperor jumped out of his memories and sealed the scythe in the Hall of Progress.

This weapon, to which he deliberately added other materials, was not suitable for Alexander's use.

"No, I'm not a fan of weird-shaped weapons, and the chainsaw sword is fine."

Alexander walked around the exhibition hall, not interested in the weapons and armor.

"Since you don't have anything you like, let's go."

The lights in the exhibition hall turned off one after another, and Alexander followed the emperor back into the hallway.

"Father, where do I need to go on my next trip, Barbarus?"

Alexander knew that the emperor had changed his plans, and that his actions needed to be revised according to the changed plan at the moment.

"Yes, I'll pick up a few relatively stable primordials in advance, and Angron needs me to go there as soon as possible."

The emperor is not worried about those stubborn primordials now, with Alexander's presence, even if it can't be solved, it will be relatively relieved, but Angron's side needs to worry about the implantation of the butcher's nail.

"I'm fine, I can ride the Ray with Magnus, but what about the Thunder Warriors? There are also the Grey Knight and the Silent Nun who need to settle down in the future. ”

Alexander wasn't worried that he didn't have any warships to use, he just didn't know when the Martian Dockyard and Terra Foundry would be able to deliver his flagship.

"There is an Opalon-class battleship that will follow the fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion."

"And the fleets of the various legions, I will arrange for them to carry out missions close to the system where the father of their genes is located."

The Emperor bowed his head to grasp Alexander's crown that had shifted a little as he swung his scythe, and smoothed his slightly tousled black hair.

"At the same time, you should also remember to assist the other legions in their operations, and show your face to the soldiers so that they know of your existence."

"As for whether to use your genes to breed genetic seeds, Machado is still considering it, and I believe it won't be long before he contacts you."

Alexander nodded and listened to the emperor's arrangement, and he suddenly missed Machado.