This problem needs to be solved by his own sword, not missiles and warships.

The Imperial Guard is his sword.

When Constantine came down from the ramp of the assault transport boat and walked out of the apron, he met again the fully armed artificial humans, who were born from test tubes and close to the soul of the monarch, claiming that they were the daughters of the monarch. Constantine looked at the certification codes they sent through the monitor in his helmet, browsing messages from automated defense facilities everywhere in the manor. After ensuring everything was working properly, he took over the authority silently and became the actual controller of all air defense missile towers and automatic weapons platforms - perhaps they were as loyal as him, but this does not mean that Constantine would always share with them the work of guarding the monarch's safety, because his body and spirit are stronger than them, the power of genetic alchemy flows in his blood vessels, and only a few people were allowed to master the technology that created this indestructible power armor.

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

"Ms. Dinah just returned to the manor, and she needs to go out to purchase according to the order of my Lord." The artificial man in the head placed his hand on the grip of the long sword at his waist, maintaining his maximum vigilance. Constantine turned her head and looked down at her. The artificial man was wearing black force feedback power armor, and the white iris logo on the knee armor was faintly revealed under the crimson robe, and the arm armor and hand armor were decorated with golden colors. Her muscles were tight, and the left leg was behind.

Take a step away and maintain the center of gravity and explosive power, and it seems that you can launch an attack at any time. The atmosphere is a bit tense. The electric firinger of the heavy fire support team, which is on standby twenty meters away, is ready to ignite the bottom of the explosive bomb at any time. The slightly raised muzzle lingers with the pungent smell of chemical fuel thrusters because of tens of thousands of shootings. Perhaps it is difficult for ordinary people to smell this smell, but for the Imperial Guards, even if they are far apart, the smell of chemical fuel is very obvious.

It was not until Constantine sent the certification code back and passed the verification that the stubborn ladies quietly lowered their guns. However, the leading artificial man still did not let go of his sword hilt. Even if he couldn't even reach the chest of the Imperial Guard, 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 courage in front of the Imperial Guard, but the creation of the monarch had the determination to die. If they did not have this courage, Constantine would not allow them to protect the monarch during the period when she left.

Now that the Imperial Guards have just begun to be formed, the number of people is quite disadvantageous, Constantine has to make a compromise, which has eased the conflict between the Imperial Guards and the Sisters to a considerable extent. However, as candidates are selected one by one and successfully upgraded, the conflict between the Sisters and the Imperial Guards will break out sooner or later. Constantine has seen what will happen that day, and everything will proceed in an orderly manner, not according to the opinions of others except the monarch.

The guards nodded friendly, removed the blood-red eyepiece, and walked towards the manor with a long halberd in hand.

More than twenty fully armed artificial men followed his footsteps, passing through tanks and anti-aircraft cannons next to the apron. They had to make two steps in three steps to keep up with his movements. The boots stepped on the concrete passage of the apron with neat and slightly rushing footsteps. They had no authority to stop Constantine from moving forward, so they could only stare at him and walk into the mansion through the side door, and then take over by the artificial men wearing maid suits. There are few things in this world that deserve Constantine's termination, returning to the Immortal City from Latovigna and then transfer to the Oxfordshire Manor, unless the monarch must know about this matter, but because of the high secrets, it is impossible to leave traces on any encrypted communication channel, so that the only 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.

"Did the two candidates pass the test?" Salomon picked up the girl from her knees and handed it to Little Lorna beside him. He signaled Little Lorna to leave the study and had a private matter with Constantine. Little Lorna grimaced at him dissatisfiedly, and then took the girl's hand to leave the study. The artificial man standing outside the door closed the door and made sure no one could break in - creating knowledge of the Imperial Guards, except Constantine and Salomon, even the senior management of the Biological Gene Laboratory led by Maya Hansen and the Gene Alchemist headed by the Sora Red Lindruid Cult only knew half of it. All the black technology equipment used for genetic alchemy is strictly controlled as the highest secret of the Immortal City. No one can touch any of them except those allowed.

"Yes, the most matching gene templates for the two candidates are the ancient Babylonian Kingdom and the Hittite Empire. The matching between the Achaemenid Dynasty, the Ptolemaic Dynasty and the Byzantine Empire failed, and the candidate's genes are difficult to match." Constantine said. Even in the room, Constantine did not put down the long halberd in her hand, and always placed one hand on the long-handed trigger, always maintaining a ready-to-fight. When buying this manor and repairing it, all the passages and doors have been redesigned to match the height of the genetically modified warriors. For ordinary people, the exquisite art of this mansion is placed everywhere, the towering ceilings and huge thresholds of exquisite murals indicate that it is a palace everywhere, and even the super-sized furniture is full of Baroque gorgeous style. Most people cannot realize that these modifications are intended to adapt to whom.

The Imperial Guards could not see any surprise in 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 of the 10,000 boys meet the age conditions and can adapt to genetic alchemy. Even if there are boys who meet the above two criteria, most of them die because their bodies and spirits cannot survive the genetic transformation of human heroes and the monarch themselves as templates. The gene encoding of the Imperial Guard is a carefully designed work of art, and each base pair is a scientific and technological product designed by the monarch, and it is an editor that includes all the expressions of the candidates of the Imperial Guard. The only one who was able to successfully upgrade before was Constantine.

He didn't know how many people had failed before him, but this time two of the 123 boys passed the test, and the success rate was astonishingly high, just as the monarch knew in advance where there were genetic qualified people. Even so, Constantine would not find it strange. It was easy to find the position of genetic qualified people through prophecy with the monarch's ability. According to the original plan, the number of guards as an extension of the monarch's steel will will be tens of thousands. Only in this way can they help the monarch complete their great achievements and make a final decision on the battlefield where ordinary people cannot perform their duties.

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

"My Lord, the official attack of the Latovians is getting closer. Do we still have time to do this?"

"We will always have time, Constantine. Relieve your guard. You are two hours away from the start of the next mission, which is completely enough for you to get there. Sit down and read a book with me. After all, your next mission is too bloody and is not very good for your mental state."

It was not until then that Constantine put his finger off the trigger.
Chapter completed!