Chapter 657: Welcome to my world (end)
"Tony, you are truly the worst class of students I have ever taught. Back home, even the pups among the Grey Knights learn faster than you."

Tony had never been insulted like this before. He could only silently tell himself that Hogg was a psychopath and that he should not be bothered with him.

But after looking at the heavy industrial wasteland style King Engine in front of him, he could no longer look at Hogg as a lunatic. If a lunatic could have such technology, Arkham Asylum would have won the Nobel Prize long ago.

"Steve, oh no, according to the psychiatric evaluation report, I should call you Hogg now. I'm curious about how you did it. No matter how outrageous the super soldier plan is, it can't come out of nothing."

After prying open the safe that kept Nuka-Cola, Hogg took a big gulp and explained righteously:
“To be honest, I am a household parent-child care robot from 40,000 years in the future. I am known as the coward killer. In order to save a coward like you, I was ordered to come to the past via a time machine. Listen, Nobita, with me here, you don’t have to sell hooks to please Fat Tiger anymore.

Even if Suneo steals your Shizuka, it won’t work. I have a magical tool called the M1917 American Smith & Wesson. You can shoot Suneo in the head and I guarantee you can get Shizuka back.”

Covering Tony's mouth with one hand, Hogg pulled out a revolver from his crotch and stuffed it directly into his nephew's hand.

“Bah, bah, bah!

I'm more and more convinced that you're a psychopath. Don't think I haven't seen Doraemon. Bullshit, what you're saying is totally unofficial history. And where did you get this revolver? It's physical hypnosis, right? God damn, humans still use this kind of weapon 40,000 years later.

Where is your four-dimensional pocket? If you have the guts, take out those goodies. If you dare, I can be Shizuka, not to mention Nobita. "

After saying that, Tony reached for Hogg's bulging pants, with a look of desperation.

However, Hogg would not let him succeed. He slapped his dirty hands away and took a rare step back, scolding:

"You are such a greedy little cat! Think carefully. If you dare to be disrespectful to me, I will make your lover bigger than you. How about that, Tony? I can also create a pair of big durians, Pepper's secret weapon!"

This time Tony really didn't dare to move. Based on the mysterious creation of the void just now, he doubted whether Hogg could really do such a wicked thing. No, he could definitely do it.

Tony once again silently reminded himself not to get involved with a psychopath, and after a moment's rest, he went to the plasma reactor, tested it with the equipment, and wondered if he could reverse it.

But what he didn't know was that Hogg was also watching him carefully and hoped that he could analyze the reactor even more than he did.

Half an hour passed without Tony saying a word. Three hours passed and Tony's scalp was sweating. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and yelled at Hogg who was squatting beside him:

"Don't look at it. There's not even a crack on your thing. How can I learn from it?"

"Oh, well, I'll take it apart for you. If the materials you have weren't so inferior, I could build you a better one. It's all because of that bald guy who drained me dry. Otherwise, I could show you what a miracle is."

Looking at the parts covering the entire floor, Hogg did not fool around this time. He explained the construction principles to Tony bit by bit. He was not only very patient, but also answered every question.

Tony understood it immediately and mastered the principle in a very short time. However, it was still too slow in Hogg's opinion. After thinking it over again and again, he gave up the idea.

As if he had escaped a disaster, Tony noticed a hint of envy in Hogg's eyes, but he didn't care. Instead, he thought that this lunatic was going to mess with him again.

Like the Ark Reactor, the basic principles of the plasma reactor are the same, but it is limited by the materials of this world and cannot achieve the optimal solution.

Time passed little by little, and under Hogg's guidance, a second-modified Mark II armor was freshly produced. This time Tony did not give up, and still used his own miniature Ark reactor, but it was a modified and enhanced version.

The new formula and new design make the already groundbreaking reactor even more powerful and domineering. After abandoning the use of flesh to carry it, there is more space when it is installed on the armor.

However, this time it was Hogg who was confused.

Looking at Tony falling from the sky in a standard hero landing posture, Hogg hurried forward and directly used his not-so-abundant energy reserves to analyze this extremely unscientific power armor.

"No, how can you still be alive? You haven't undergone any physical transformation, and there is no electronic muscle protection lining inside the armor. It is completely a hard contact mechanical conduction. It is unscientific that you are not hurt by this kind of impact."

Hogg couldn't understand it, just like he didn't understand psychic power. That simple buffer system could actually keep Tony intact. It was even more magical than sub-space. Could it be that Tony was a green-skinned orc?

Seeing Hogg jumping up and down and doubting his life in front of his Mark Armor, Tony felt a rare sense of pride. He didn't care about any secrets being leaked and just let him dismantle it.

On the other side, through the mental network, Banla Hogg directly received a production blueprint, and immediately used the power of the star god to hand-make a power armor of the same model for testing.

Looking at the experimental subject flying into the sky and then freely falling, Hogg felt conflicted, but he soon stopped feeling conflicted. After all, the minced meat mixed with metal parts in front of him explained everything.

Not only that, there were also problems with the things brought back by other Primarchs. Guilliman had gained several pounds while exploring the maze with the team, and the resurrection magic he had learned with great difficulty, when passed back, would summon demons from the Warp as soon as it was used, and it was damn random.

Looking at the Tzeentchian Dread Banshee staring at Guilliman, Hogg waved and asked her to report to Curze. Maybe you two are old colleagues. Compared with the unreliable Guilliman, Vulcan was even more screwed. With his cute appearance of a little fire dragon, he actually mixed with Ciri, served as a magic pet and chef, and was receiving demon hunter training with the kid, and brought back a few sets of magic signs.

According to Magnus' test, this thing is equivalent to an alternative form of psychic witchcraft, but it is more versatile and can be learned by ordinary Space Marines. The strong will is enough to drive the formation of the seal.

However, when using it, it will inevitably mobilize energy in the subspace, causing one to kill 800 enemies but lose 1,000 of one's own, and be sealed on the spot by all the Primarchs.

After these few scumbags, Ferrus drew the SSR, and two fire source fragments were smuggled over. After connecting to the energy source, this thing can produce an energy radiation similar to the one generated by Hogg in his dreams.

Machines covered by this energy radiation will not give birth to Transformers, but will give birth to Machine Souls, which is quite localized in style, giving Ferrus some bold ideas.

Not only that, several metal prisms were also stolen back, which was the main body of the space bridge that Hogg had been talking about for a long time.

But this thing also had the problem of not adapting to the local environment. After analysis, Hogg found that it could indeed tear open the space layer, but after tearing it open it became subspace, which was of no use except to improve the transmission beacon used by the Empire.

This thing was finally taken away by Angron, who said that he would improve it into some kind of special extinction order. It would be great to drop it into an alien homeland like Comoros.

Mortarion said it was normal. After all, after he brought the seeds back, he didn't know that the thing would become so big, and he even lost a planet for it.

The card drawing plan is not optimistic. No wonder Old Man Huang guarded the magic circle for a thousand years, but in the end he only produced a few flying corgis and meat-eating dinosaurs.

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It seems that Koz has the best luck. After all, there is a complete set of basic technology there that can greatly fill the abnormal gap in the empire's technology.

In comparison, some unpopular items are more valuable, such as the labyrinth creatures that Guilliman secretly brought back. Not only are they extremely delicious, but they have not mutated at all. Guilliman believes that it is because the world over there is too close to them.

These unfortunate monsters were distributed to everyone, and the walking mushrooms with two legs were unanimously praised. Mortarion planned to cultivate them on a large scale to serve as military rations.

Although monsters are good, ordinary crops are also extremely precious. For the archangel who loves fruits, there is nothing more joyful than owning the fruits of Ancient Terra. After all, the grapes grown in the polluted land of Baal are bitter, and the cores are surprisingly large.

The angel was excited, but Dorn was devastated. He had always believed that the lemons produced in his own farm were the original ones, but after discovering that lemons were actually medium-yellow round fruits, his worldview collapsed a little.

Upon closer inspection, the card drawing plan has its pros and cons, but even if it is an ordinary world, the Primarchs are unwilling to give up. After all, in this cruel and dark galaxy, having such a paradise where they can relieve their fatigue is already extremely rare.

In order to verify the last experiment, Hogg ordered his clone to speed up the process. After collecting a large number of samples for verification, he finally found his only believer, or the only reality in this world.

Looking at the wizard whose hair had grown back, Hogg did not urge him, and Ancient One also made up his mind and said to this kind god:

"I agree to your request. It's time to end this fantasy. However, I have a condition. When I leave, the passage you came through must be destroyed. This is the last contribution I can make to them."

The illusory reality is meaningless. Hogg nodded in agreement, but he was still curious about one question:
"Since you chose me, I will take care of you like my own child. So, how old were you when the world was destroyed?"

"32, I'm the last generation of guardians, is there a problem with that?"

Hogg shook his head to indicate that it was no problem. No wonder you are so pure. It is fate that we met!

At the last moment, Hogg manipulated Steve's body to steal another 5,000 SHIELD employee meals, and left the stolen money he had saved in the apartment for his good brother. He rejected his old lover's request and sat on the sofa alone.

As the power was stripped away, a huge dragon fruit was formed above Captain America's head, carrying the believers away from this artificial world that had been cycled countless times, but this time, time no longer cycled.

………………

Cold, shaking,
A voice sounded in Gu Yi's mind, and with the opening of the sheep womb, she gained new life.

"Open your eyes. You will be called Natalie Menethil."

Natalie opened her eyes and saw a tall warrior in black armor. His gorgeous and smooth silver hair was woven into a TV, on which an unknown recruitment propaganda film was playing. The same innocent eyes below were none other than her god, Hogg.

Then she heard her own god say with a smirk:

"Welcome to my world, you can't escape your teeth, hahahaha!!"

(End of this chapter)