Chapter 573 Young man, you are so brave (3k+)

"Old horse, old horse!"

When the Emperor began to work on resurrecting Malcador, anyone could see his excitement. His hands were shaking like Parkinson's disease, and his infidelity was almost written on his face.

This even made Bayer, an old Chinese medicine doctor who was working silently at the side, suspect that the rumors circulating within the Empire were true, and that the Emperor and Malcador really were having an affair.

As a scientific research madman who perfectly fits the stereotype, Bayer is not good at hiding his inner emotions. His big eyes that dart back and forth perfectly express the vivid expression of gossip. Coupled with his strong hairstyle that looks like he is surrounding the city from the countryside, he is quite funny.

Hogg flicked Bayer's shiny bald head, pulled the new recruit aside, and whispered:
"See? I won't tell ordinary people about this secret. I'll only tell you. The rumors are true. That yellow-skinned guy is indeed having an affair with Malcador. Moreover, Malcador is a little silver-haired boy. He was fooled by the emperor and followed him to rise up together. Otherwise, why do you think Malcador would sacrifice himself? This is all adultery!"

"Oh? Boss, are you telling the truth?"

"Oh, can I lie to you?" Hogg pulled the sultry little brother over, looked around, thought for a moment, then pulled Bayer to the corner of the laboratory and said in a lower voice:

"I'll bet you 50. Let's see what Malcador looks like after he's resurrected. If it's that old bitch, I'll give you 50 dollars and promise not to dissect your daughter in the future.

If it's a white-haired brat, you give me 50 and give me the information you researched on demon fusion technology, and I promise that I will not cause trouble for your daughter in the future and will raise her as my own daughter."

Bayer didn't dare to refute. Although he didn't have high emotional intelligence, Bayer also knew what Hogg meant. The world was so big that there was nowhere else for him to go. He could only go all the way with Blackwatch. He immediately took out 50 Dogecoins and slapped them in his hand, accepting the bet and satisfying his curiosity.

As the flagship of Blackwatch, 30% of the Empire's heretical technologies are produced in this laboratory. Thanks to the dimensional space created by Hogg, it can meet the simultaneous conduct of experiments with different requirements. Its supporting testing site can provide researchers with all-round testing.

Hogg wanted the technology to turn a piece of subspace debris into a Primarch very much, but his own old man Huang was unwilling to give it to him, saying that if Hogg learned it, it would definitely cause trouble.

But this time it was different. Old Man Huang refused to give it, but Huang Pizi did, and he demonstrated it personally, with four samples to demonstrate the process.

The first to take action was Curze. As the Batman of 40k, this little brother who looked exactly like Hogg died miserably. He was first smashed into a meat paste by Vulcan, and then fought over by the four gods. Finally, with the efforts of the Emperor, the core essence of the warp was snatched back.

Through the alchemy of life that was neither scientific nor mystical, and under the manipulation of the spell that the Emperor claimed to have destroyed on his Eternal friend, this tangible fragment of the Warp gradually softened, then turned into liquid, slowly seeping into the prepared body.

As for where the maternal genes of each original gene came from, Hogg couldn't say much. After all, this matter would not pass the review. Erda, who had become the Silver-Striped High Priest, was completely a bitch under his command.

All the Primarchs, and even samples of the Emperor's flesh and blood, have been stored by Hogg in his gene bank for him to create truly blasphemous creations.

After the infusion of the subspace essence is completed, a subspace ritual is performed that is completely incompatible with the surrounding environment. At first glance, it is just like the shaman dance in the ancient Terra period. The only difference is that this ritual is really useful.

The laboratory was moving without wind, and an inexplicable subspace energy was connected to it. Hogg hurriedly cut off the psionic protection of the laboratory and continued to explore the true meaning of this technology.

After the Emperor had been flailing and dancing like a madman for a full half hour, a great will cast its gaze from the Warp and, guided by the Emperor, gave Curze the final legitimacy.

Hogg was not unfamiliar with this will. It was the will of the subspace that was so angry that it forbade him to go to the subspace to steal snacks from his fellow villagers. After all, if there was no grudge between them, who would slap him before leaving?

Rubbing his sore left cheek, Hogg suspected that the will of the subspace should have its own peculiar thinking and was not a mechanical fool. It was a pity that after he was separated from the Emperor, he could not use his thinking power and was completely unable to comprehend the meaning of the slap just now.

It should be said that even if the moral bottom line is flexible, Hogg still has a say in respecting teachers. Seeing the emperor sweating profusely, he handed him a glass of iced Nuka Cola in a very filial manner, and then was slapped by the emperor:

"You bastard, do you think everyone is like you? This shit can be used to make nuclear reactor fuel. Change it to something drinkable."

Without arguing with the yellow-skinned man, Hogg put the bottle of Nuka-Cola aside and very unscrupulously took out a glass of lemonade made by High Priest Elda and handed it to him. He watched him drink the glass of lemonade with added ingredients in one gulp, and then ran to the side to check on Koz's situation.

"Hmm, why does it feel a bit astringent? And a bit familiar."

"Ah, how could this be familiar? Maybe the lemons from the old Dorne family are not fresh. After all, there are no round lemons from the ancient Terra period. The square lemons must taste different. If you want to drink real traditional lemonade, I still have seeds and can give you some."

The Emperor agreed with Hogg's words, but he felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Hogg sweating profusely:
"Why are you sweating so much, you bastard? Did you do something bad behind my back?"

"Ah, this, this, I have kidney deficiency. When the rebellion broke out in our country, I had no choice but to sacrifice myself to save the empire. I fought against Slaanesh for a full ten thousand years, but in the end, I still didn't wait for my stupid father to rescue me."

There must be something pitiful about a hateful person. Hogg never talked about this past, but the Emperor could tell that he was not lying, especially when he heard that he had been dealing with Slaanesh for 10,000 years. Even the Emperor couldn't help but tremble and stepped forward to rub Hogg's silver afro:
"You are such a poor kid, you have suffered so much. Why don't you just follow me? Your father is not a good guy. He is not like me, who loves you sincerely." "You are sweating all the time. You may be really weak. How about I take some time to give you a physical examination? I have a mysterious prescription handed down from BC. It is a good thing created by those old shamans."

"I still feel that the taste of this lemon juice is very familiar. Could it be that I made the lemons of the Dorne family? That shouldn't be the case!"

For the sake of his own life, Hogg would rather admit that he had kidney deficiency than reveal this little secret. He insisted that the lemons from Dorn's family were not fresh, and changed the subject to focus everyone's attention on Coze.

And Koz lived up to everyone's expectations. Amid the constant noise around him, he finally opened his eyes. As soon as he woke up, he saw four heads surrounding him.

"Father, and Corax, I seem to have had a long dream, and I am so thirsty!"

Seeing a bottle of sparkling blue drink next to him, Koz picked it up and drank it. He immediately felt refreshed all over, as if an electric current was flowing through his body, and then Koz fainted again.

In his last moment of consciousness, Curze saw the Emperor pick up his fist and hit his good brother Corax, cursing:
"Hogg, you bastard, are you trying to hurt me?"

Who is Hogg? He didn't remember having a brother named Hogg, but he couldn't think about it anymore because Curze had stopped thinking.

The newly resurrected Primarch is very fragile. Even if he can still use stones to knock down the Eldar slave ship, it depends on who he is compared with. The Nuka-Cola that Blackwatch specially provides for Hogg to drink, except that it looks like Coke and tastes like Coke, is actually a bottle of liquid nuclear fuel.

In order to ensure a constant supply, Hogg exercised his privilege as the captain of the first company of Blackwatch and ordered that every Blackwatch recruit must make a box of super concentrated Nuka-Cola for him when they take the graduation examination, otherwise he would not give them a graduation certificate.

The nuclear drinks drunk by the other Blackwatch members are all diluted products. They can't chew nuclear waste raw like their own original member.

There is even a joke circulating in the human empire that Alicia is definitely the least polluted world. Even in the foundry full of pollution, there is absolutely no radiation at all. All the waste is eaten by the great Lord of Black Light.

So much so that many forging worlds specifically hang up Hogg's figurines in their production workshops in the hope of avoiding damage from radiation.

And if you are an ordinary Astra Militarum, when you encounter this group of cloaked cockroaches on the battlefield, you can judge whether this Black Watch is powerful or not based on the pollution of the cola they drink and the sound of the Geiger counter.

In order to better serve the God-Emperor, whenever soldiers go to a battlefield full of radiation or even various chaos pollution, they always hope to have a cloaked cockroach by their side, because this group of sand sculpture cans will always unconsciously absorb various radiation pollution and use psionic energy to neutralize chaos corruption, greatly increasing their chances of survival.

However, when Blackwatch enters the field, the slightly increased chance of survival is no longer important. After all, the Emperor's Angel of Death is not just for the enemies.

However, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. Blackwatch can use their professional knowledge to appraise the spoils and purchase them on the spot. Everyone knows that Blackwatch is rich and it is quite easy to exchange them for fine-quality weapons, as well as combat potions that are relatively expensive in the outside world.

As long as Blackwatch is present, there will always be a black market, especially in remote areas of the Mechanicum and planetary governors, who particularly love to cooperate with Blackwatch to explore the rare treasures hidden throughout the galaxy. They either get rich by upgrading their "coffins" or die from an explosion.

When Koz woke up again, he had a splitting headache, especially his abdomen felt like it was on fire. He felt that what he had just drunk was not a beverage, but burning plasma.

Physical discomfort is easy to overcome. Curze is not a pretentious person. He just feels that he should not have woken up yet. After all, the emperor's chest muscles should not be so exaggerated. This must be a dream!

"Snapped!"

Before Curze could react, a big slap was smeared on his face. The Emperor did learn how to educate his children, but he didn't love them too much. He grabbed Curze's face, which was exactly the same as Hogg's, and pulled it down:

"What are you still doing lying there? Get down here right now! My old Houmi is waiting in line behind you!"

"Oh!"

Koz rolled smoothly off the operating table, touched the half of his cheek that had been slapped by the Emperor, and sniffed it in a very perverted way. He sighed in his heart: "If this is a dream, let it go on." Then he saw Banla Hogg squatting on the ground next to him with a big bump on his head.

"Hello! My name is Koz, and we look exactly the same."

"My bad, I saw what you did just now, hurry up and help me get my butt over here, or I'll tell the yellow-skinned guy."

With just a few words, Koz confirmed that he was different from the brother named Hogg in front of him. This dwarf was much more shameless, but Koz did not say anything. With a dark heart, he showed his signature green tea smile, picked up the half-moused Hogg who was still squirming next to him, and teased him like walking a dog:
"Come on, come here and I'll give you your ass back."

(End of this chapter)