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 heavily armed artificial beings. They were born from test tubes and were close to the soul of the monarch, claiming that they were the monarch's daughters. Constantine
He 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 operating normally, he silently took over the authority and became the commander of all anti-aircraft missile towers and automatic defense facilities.
The actual controller of the weapons platform - maybe they are as loyal as him, but this does not mean that Constantine will always share the work of guarding the safety of the monarch with them, because his body and spirit are stronger than theirs, and the power of genetic alchemy
With technology flowing in his veins that only a few are allowed to master, this indestructible power armor was created.
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 put his hand on the handle of the sword at his waist, maintaining the highest level of vigilance. Constantine turned his head and put
He lowered his gaze and glanced at her. The android was wearing black force feedback power armor. The white fleur-de-lis logo on the knee armor was faintly revealed under the dark red robe. There were golden decorations on the back of the arm armor and hand armor. Her muscles were tight,
He took half a step back with his left leg to maintain his center of gravity and explosive power. It looked like he could launch an attack at any time. The atmosphere was a bit tense. The heavy fire support team on standby twenty meters away had the electric trigger of the heavy bolt gun ready to ignite the explosive primer at any time.
The slightly raised muzzle is lingering with the pungent smell of chemical fuel propellers because it has experienced tens of thousands of shots. It may be difficult for ordinary people to smell this smell, but for the Guards, even if they are far away, this chemical smell
The smell of fuel is very noticeable.
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 could not even see the 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 this 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 were selected one by one and succeeded
Upgrading, the conflict between the sisterhood and the Praetorian Guard will break out sooner or later. Constantine has already seen what will happen on that day. Everything will be carried out in an orderly manner, and will not follow the opinions of others except the monarch.
The Imperial Guard nodded friendly, removed the blood-red eyepiece, and strode towards the manor with a halberd in hand.
More than twenty fully armed androids followed his footsteps, passing by 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 were neat and slightly hurried 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 uniform took over. There are so many things in this world.
There are few things that would warrant Constantine to terminate his mission, return to the Eternal City from Latvinia and then transfer to Oxfordshire Manor, unless it is something that the monarch must know, but due to the high confidentiality it cannot even leave traces on any encrypted communication channel.
So much so that the only Praetorian Guard at present must assume the responsibility of the messenger and use the most primitive methods to ensure that the information is not known to others.
Gu Shen
"Have the two candidates passed the test?" Salomon picked up the girl from his knees and handed it to little Lorna. He motioned for little Lorna to leave the study. He and Constantine had private matters to discuss.
Lorna raised a dissatisfied face at him, then took the girl's hand and left the study. The android standing outside the door closed the door to ensure that no one could break in - except Constantine who created the knowledge of the Praetorian Guards.
And Salomon, even the top management of the Biogenetic Laboratory headed by Maya Hansen and the genetic alchemists headed by the Druid Order of Sola Red Forest only know half of all the black technology equipment used in genetic alchemy as the Immortal City
The top secrets are strictly controlled, and no one can have access to any of them except those who are allowed to do so.
"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 it." Constantine said. Even when 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 buying
When this manor was taken down and repaired, all the passages and doors were redesigned to match the height of the genetically modified warriors. To ordinary people, the exquisite art placed everywhere in this mansion,
The soaring ceilings with exquisite murals and huge thresholds indicate that this is a palace. Even the over-sized furniture is full of Baroque style. Most people 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 this 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 cannot survive physically and mentally.
Death through genetic transmutation based on human heroes and the monarch himself - the genetic code of the Praetorian Guard is a carefully designed work of art. Each base pair is a product of science and technology designed by the monarch.
Editor of all performances including the character of military candidates. 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.
In the test, the success rate is astonishingly high, just like the monarch knows in advance where there are genetically qualified people. Even so, Constantine will not find it strange that it is easy to find the location of genetically qualified people through prophecy with the monarch's ability. According to the original
According to the plan, as an extension of the monarch's iron will, the number of the Guards will be tens of thousands. Only in this way can they help the monarch complete his great cause 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 before 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 long.
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 boat." Constantine took off his helmet and said with 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 time.