Marvel Book of Magical Events

This problem requires him to rely on his sword to solve, rather than missiles and warships.

The Praetorian Guard is his sword.

When Constantine came down from the assault transport ramp and walked out of the tarmac, he once again encountered those armed androids. They were born from test tubes and were close to the soul of the monarch, claiming that they were the monarch's daughters. Constantine examined the authentication codes sent by them through the display in his helmet and browsed the information sent from the automated defense facilities throughout the manor. After ensuring that everything was running normally, he silently took over the authority and became the actual controller of all anti-aircraft missile towers and automatic weapons platforms - maybe they were as loyal as him, but this did not mean that Constantine would always be with them Sharing the work of guarding the safety of the monarch, because his body and spirit are stronger than theirs, the power of genetic alchemy flows in his veins, and the technology that only a few people are allowed to master creates this indestructible power armor.

Constantine blinked and closed the window, "Where is Lady Dinah?"

"Ms. Dinah has just returned to the manor. She needs to go out for shopping according to my Lord's order." The leading android placed his hand on the handle of the sword at his waist, maintaining the highest level of vigilance. Constantine turned his head and lowered his gaze to look at her. This artificial man wears black force feedback power armor. The white fleur-de-lis logo on the knee armor is faintly revealed under the dark red robe. There are golden decorations on the back of the arm armor and hand armor. Her muscles were tight, and she took half a step back with her left leg to maintain her center of gravity and explosive power. It looked like she could launch an attack at any time. The atmosphere was a little tense. The electric shock trigger of the heavy bolt gun in the hands of the heavy fire support team on standby twenty meters away was ready to ignite the bolt primer at any time. The slightly raised muzzle was surrounded by chemical fuel thrusters because it had experienced tens of thousands of shots. Pungent smell. It may be difficult for ordinary people to smell this smell, but to the Guards, the smell of chemical fuel is very obvious even from a long distance.

It wasn't until Constantine sent the authentication code back and it passed the verification that these stubborn ladies quietly lowered their guns. However, the leading android still did not let go of the hilt of his sword, even though he was not even able to kill the Praetorian Guards. She couldn't even reach her chest, and she didn't care at all that the three-meter-tall genetically modified man in front of her could kill everyone here in the blink of an eye - not many people could maintain their courage in front of the Imperial Guards, but the monarch's creation had the courage to die. determination. If they did not have the courage, Constantine would not allow them to protect the monarch during his absence.

Now that the Praetorian Guard has just begun to be formed, the numerical disadvantage is quite obvious. Constantine had to make a compromise, which alleviated the conflict between the Praetorian Guard and the Sisters to a considerable extent. However, as the candidates are selected one by one and successfully promoted, the conflict between the Sisters and the Praetorian Guards will break out sooner or later. Constantine has already seen what will happen on that day, and everything will proceed in an orderly manner. Will not follow the opinions of anyone other than the monarch.

The Imperial Guard nodded friendly, removed the blood-red eyepiece, and strode toward the manor with a halberd in hand.

More than twenty fully armed androids followed his footsteps, passing the tanks and anti-aircraft guns next to the tarmac. They had to take three steps and two steps at a time to keep up with his movements. Their combat boots were on the concrete passage of the tarmac. There was a sound of neat and slightly hasty footsteps. They had no authority to stop Constantine from moving forward. They could only watch him walk into the mansion from the side door, and then an android wearing only a maid's outfit took over. There are few things in this world that are worthy of Constantine terminating his mission, returning from Latvinia to the Eternal City and then passing to the Oxfordshire estate, unless it is something that the monarch must know, but due to the high confidentiality it cannot even be heard on any encrypted communication channel Leaving traces, so that the only Praetorian Guard at present must assume the responsibility of the messenger, using the most primitive methods to ensure that the information is not known to others.

"Have the two candidates passed the test?" Salomon picked up the girl from his lap and handed it to little Lorna beside her. He motioned to little Lorna to leave the study. He and Constantine had private matters to discuss. Little Lorna raised a dissatisfied face at him, then took the girl's hand and left the study. The artificial man standing outside the door closed the door to ensure that no one could break in - except for Constantine and Salomon, even the top management of the biogenetic laboratory headed by Maya Hansen and Thora The genetic alchemists headed by the Red Forest Druid Order only know half of it. All black technology equipment used for genetic alchemy is strictly controlled as the top secret of the Immortal City. No one can touch any of it except those who are allowed. One piece.

"Yes, the two candidates with the highest genetic template matches are the ancient Babylonian Kingdom and the Hittite Empire respectively. The matches between the Achaemenid Dynasty, the Ptolemaic Dynasty and the Byzantine Empire failed, and the candidates' genes It’s hard to match that,” Constantine said. Even though he was indoors, Constantine did not put down the halberd in his hand. He always kept one hand on the long-handled trigger, always ready to fight. When the manor was purchased and renovated, all passages and doors were redesigned to match the height of the genetically modified warrior. To ordinary people, the exquisite art placed everywhere in this mansion, the towering ceilings with exquisite murals and the huge thresholds all indicate that this is a palace, and even the over-sized furniture is full of Baroque style. , the average person cannot realize who these modifications are to suit.

The guards could not see any surprise on the monarch's expression, as if he had known about it for a long time.

In fact, this ratio is quite abnormal. Only a few boys out of 10,000 meet the age requirements and are suitable for genetic alchemy. Even if there are boys who meet the above two criteria, most of them will die because their bodies and minds cannot survive the genetic transmutation modeled on human heroes and monarchs themselves. The genetic code of the Praetorian Guards is a carefully designed work of art. Each base pair is a product of science and technology designed by the monarch. It is the editor that includes all expressions of the character of the Guards candidate. Only Constantine had been successfully promoted before. He didn't know how many people had failed before him, but this time, two of the one hundred and twenty-three boys passed the test. The success rate was astonishingly high, just like a monarch. It's like knowing in advance where there are genetically qualified candidates. Even so, Constantine would not find it strange. With the monarch's ability, it is easy to find the location of the genetically qualified person through prophecy. According to the original plan, the number of the Guards, who are an extension of the monarch's iron will, will be in the tens of thousands. Only in this way can they help the monarch complete his great deeds and make the final decision on the battlefield where ordinary people cannot fulfill their duties.

"I will arrange their training." Salomon said calmly, "First take them to the gladiatorial arena for closed training so that they can become familiar with their weapons and armor as soon as possible."

"My lord, the day when the Latvians officially attack is getting closer and closer, do we still have time to do this?"

"We will always have time, Constantine. Off guard, you still have two hours until the next mission starts, which is enough time for you to get there. Sit down and read a book with me, after all, your next mission is too It’s bloody, and it’s not good for your mental state.”

Only then did Constantine take his finger off the trigger.

"I finished watching the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy on the assault transport ship." Constantine took off his helmet, with such joy in his voice, "Although I can't understand why Aragorn likes females of other species, I still plan to spend the rest of the I’ve read them all, especially The Silmarillion.”

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