Chapter 400: Silver Skull Chapter Leader

"He will die. He will definitely die!"

Looking at the high-purity psionic pollution gradually spreading from the tentacles, Taraxin frowned. Even though he had been lurking in the empire for thousands of years, he had never encountered such a difficult situation.

Although he was known as the Endless One and had countless clones throughout the galaxy, Trazyn knew that if he was exposed to psionic energy of this level, he would be polluted into an undead freak who could only laugh foolishly everywhere unless he completely gave up the memory.

As Taraxin had already regarded this ten thousand year memory as his most precious treasure, he absolutely did not want to return to his previous state:

"Sir, please talk nicely. Can you please move this tentacle away first? I feel dizzy when seeing stick-like objects." The figure king wearing Rick's skin asked with a flattering look on his face.

"I see you're not dizzy, you know you're going to die, don't you want to tell me your real plan? Tell me the truth."

How could Hogg, who had caught this mouse, let it go? To him, the name of the Figure King was already well-known. If he slacked off a little, this guy might run away, not to mention that Hogg hated traitors the most.

When you find a cockroach, it means that there are countless of them running wild in your house. You must strike hard and do a thorough cleaning to eliminate all the filth.

He raised his hand and pressed down, and the psionic pollution continued to intensify. Hogg had plenty of ways to discipline this kind of diehard element. As long as he turned him into a fool, he was not afraid that this bastard would not speak.

Seeing his old friend in pain, Leinster was very loyal and wanted to step forward to rescue him, but Angron, who came rushing over, made him sit on the ground and enjoy the humiliation.

"Behave yourself, or I'll transform you into an exterminator."

He didn't care whether Leinster lived or died. Trazyn knew that Hogg was really angry this time, so he had to stop struggling:
"Hogg, I am really innocent. Although I am a Necron, I already have a heart of the Empire. Look at the silver skull engraved on my shoulder. You only need to check to know that I am the commander of the Silver Skull Chapter and a loyal subject!

And aren't you Hogg a recognized heretic? Why can the Eldar and Acanthrope be integrated into the Empire, but we Necrons cannot?"

“Big courage.”

Although it was true, Hogg would not allow anyone to call him a heretic in person. It was fine to keep such things to yourself, how could you say it out loud? He immediately slapped him in the face to wake him up.

Then he took out a terminal, scanned the silver skull mark, and actually found some official information.

Trazyn did not lie. During the ten thousand years when Hogg was missing, the Necromancer who transformed into Rick had nothing to do, so he funded the establishment of an Astartes regiment, hoping to use this identity to rob tombs and dig for treasures.

In order to keep improving, this group of unlucky guys got a batch of Imperial Fist gene seeds from somewhere, let Brother Tumu be laid off and find a new job, and tricked the aspiring young people in the empire into becoming tomb robbers.

But even after verifying the authenticity and finding out the information of the Silver Skulls, Hogg still did not let go of this Piric. Although he had a certain degree of tolerance towards races, none of the alien races under the rule of Blackwatch could become a force to be reckoned with, let alone the former overlords like the Necrons.

The number of Black Light Elves is very small. In essence, they are the followers of Hogg, the house-elves of the Black Watch, not to mention the Dog-men. Even the Emperor has recruited dogs into the Imperial Guard, so he can rest assured.

One is a cornucopia that can stably produce psionic crystals, and the other is a loyal dog that can guard the house and reversely influence the evil god.

Even the batch of black bean sprouts that had just been looted could be easily absorbed by Cordelia's small ark due to their scarcity, and could serve as a guide in the future counterattack against Comoros.

What kind of people are you Necrons? You are a bunch of unstable time bombs. You were just fighting and now you want to surrender. Do you really think the Imperial Truth is a joke? Hogg's thoughts are easy to guess, and they are all on his face, but Trazyn can't let the road to redemption that he has finally grasped slip away from him, so he can only break the jar and throw it away:
"I don't care. I have been loyal to the Empire, I have shed blood for the Empire, and I have made deals with the Emperor. My men have worked diligently since becoming Ricks, and they are the Emperor's chosen spirits. You can't do this to me."

As soon as these words came out, before Hogg could sort out his thoughts, Leinster, who was pinned down by Angron, started cursing and accused Trazyn of betraying his race. He said, "You flesh men, if you have the guts, kill them both. If you frown, you are not a Necron."

Regardless of whether the Necrons have eyebrows or not, just killing them would be too easy. If Hogg doesn't squeeze some oil out of these skeletons, he will write his name upside down.

"I was wondering why Rick's production was so high in the beginning. It turns out that it was caused by you undeads. Tell me, how many undeads are there in Rick now?"

Seeing that the truth was exposed, Taraxin tremblingly stretched out eight fingers.

"Eight thousand? You're such a good bastard at hiding!"

"Eighty percent."

"..."

He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. When he thought about how many Rick robot cats there were in the Empire after tens of thousands of years of continuous production, and that 80% of them were Necrons, Hogg felt like he was being bullied.

Not only Hogg, but even Angron and Corax beside him were paralyzed.

As far as they knew, these little creatures, which were able to carry huge amounts of supplies and act as mechanical priests thanks to their micro-latitude pockets, were very popular, and almost every legion had a large number of Ricks.

Even because of the title of Emperor Spirit, Rick Doraemon was designated as a legal pet by the state religion and enjoyed special taxation together with dog people.

If this matter were to get out and the people of the empire knew that the emperor's spirit they lived with day and night was actually an alien in disguise, it would definitely be the biggest scandal of the state religion.

Now that the truth had been pointed out, Taraxin stopped pretending and told him the whole story directly, blah blah blah.

To sum up, the Necrons have no souls, but some elites with intact logic modules can be recycled and fused with psionic energy to slowly accumulate soul fragments in another form and become alternative machine souls.

In order to save his life and ensure that his long-term plan would not be ruined, Trazyn was forced to pay a heavy price and promised to share the Necrons' existing technology, including the inertia-free guidance engine that the Empire wanted most.

After seeing how eager Hogg was for these technologies, the Figure King, who knew him very well, felt strange. Logically, Hogg had swallowed so many Star God fragments, even the Void Dragon was eaten by him, so these technologies should be inferred. How come he didn't know anything? This is also what he asked.

"Hogg, doesn't your star power give you super intelligence?"

"Snapped"

Raising his hand, Hogg pointed at his own muscular body and sneered:

"I already have super strength, why should I use my brain? Please be aware of your identity - Silver Skull Chapter Master Trazyn. When you see me, call me Master Hogg."

(End of this chapter)