Chapter 753: The battle force is 170 million versus 23, which is a huge advantage!

Reality is not a game. There will not be a magical situation that goes against common sense and in which you click on the barracks and before you even sit down, endless 50-dollar brothers will pop up next to you.

If it really has such power, Hogg would not have come up with this crooked way of hurting 1000 enemies and hurting 800 of his own. Who doesn't want to make a living by relying on the system, shouting "deep blue points", and then be invincible from then on, and finally say "this is all due to my persistence and hard work".

But then again, in this damn place, the system might not be reliable. It might be blue. When you think you are invincible, there is a blue mollusk crawling in the dark behind you.

Nowadays, the overall plan of the "Coming of Age Ceremony" operation has been revealed by Hogg. Not only his good brothers, but even the Four Chaos Gods know about it. After all, Hogg didn't want to hide it from them at all.

But plans are plans, and how to implement them is another issue. No one knows what Hogg will become after he falls into madness, not even Hogg himself.

Thanks to the military STC modules obtained from Sera, the Empire now has a more convenient and faster planetary environment modification device, making the originally extreme environment of the lunar base a little more human.

Under the dome of the base, a lemon tree planted by the Imperial Fists was growing vigorously, producing large, square, black lemons. Hogg felt a numbness in his mouth when he saw this, and he turned around and yelled to the back:

"Have you discussed it? How can I die in such a way that the losses are minimized?"

No one paid any attention to Hogg. After all, he just had to die on the front line. The other primarchs had more things to think about. They wanted to make sure that this bastard died a worthy death.

Feeling the dead silence of the mental network, an indescribable loneliness spread in Hogg's heart. In the past, whenever Hogg had some free time, he would spy on the various stupid behaviors of his own Black Watch in the mental network, but now no one can respond to his call.

It's fucked up enough. Hogg has put all his skill points into saving his life. This is the first time he has to think of a way to kill himself, and he has to die cleanly. It feels absurd that he has to hold a funeral in advance while he's still alive.

Looking at the heated discussions in the room, every Primarch was extremely excited about how to kill himself. Even the thick-browed Mortarion came up with seven ways. It was obvious that they had been planning for a long time.

"Oh, busy, busy, everyone should be busy! You keep saying good brothers, but in the end, nothing good happens. It really makes me sad."

"Boy, what are you doing?"

Following the voice came a tall woman dressed in traditional Macragge clothing. Even with her silver hair, one could tell from the scars on her exposed skin that she was a strong and tough fighter.

"Godmother, when did you come?"

The person who spoke was none other than Lady Euton, who was regarded as a godmother by all the Primarchs. The first time Hogg saw his godmother, he threw himself directly into Lady Euton's arms. There was no pleasure of competing with Guilliman for maternal love in his eyes, only full of family affection.

"Mother, I am about to die. I feel sad when I think that I will die earlier than Old Man Huang. It's ok for this bastard to beat and scold me, but he didn't even call me dad before he died to let me feel at ease. He is so unfilial!

And you see, they usually take their time when doing work, but when it comes to working with me, their waists don’t ache, their legs don’t hurt, and even their mouths don’t stutter.”

Although he had some skills in raising children, Hogg's ideas were still too advanced, so that Mrs. Euton could not keep up with his brain waves. However, her rich experience in raising children made her subconsciously comfort him:

"Don't worry, my child. When you die, I promise to find the best tombstone for you and carve words for you personally. I will place it in Macragge Square. There will also be statues of Guilliman, Jonson, and Sanguinius to accompany you. I promise that you will not be alone.

I heard that you are going to be reduced to ashes and die this time. Do you want your godmother to build a cenotaph for you? I guarantee it will be a grand one, and I will arrange a 13-day buffet for you.

By then, all the people of Macragge who come to the feast will be able to look up at your tombstone. It will be a happy funeral anyway. So, it's not in vain that you call me mom, right?"

"Ah this! You are indeed my biological mother, so why not not spend money on it? After all, I can be resurrected, and this is unlucky."

Looking at Hogg who was curled up in her arms seeking comfort, she was fortunate to have Mrs. Euton's extraordinary physique, otherwise she would not have been able to support this heavy and silly boy.

But even though he tried to comfort Hogg, seeing that he was still standing there with a dead look on his face, Yudon raised his fist and punched him, pulling the little white-haired boy and cursing:

"You know you can be resurrected, right? Why are you still standing there like an emo? Hurry and stand up.

"Be more alert and don't lose face! If I see you like this again, I'll shave your hair off and get out of here to discuss how you're going to die."

Before Hogg could even groan, Mrs. Euton's arms became throbbing with veins bulging. With a loud shout, she threw the 4.5-ton fool back.

After a commotion, Master Huo joined the discussion about how he died, but after listening for just a moment, he felt even worse.

"No, who knows what kind of harm Hogg's death will cause. We can't put the battlefield in my home, Guilliman. Since Ultramar has 500 worlds, why not let Hogg die in your place?"

The one who was speaking was Leman Russ. The Wolf King was no fool. Once Hogg died, the world would be in chaos. If it were in his hometown of Fenris, he would only be able to watch the snowflakes grinning on the ice field.

This move was applauded by everyone. It could not only solve the problem of venue, but also solve the problem of the Extreme Warriors being too large to be left. It was really killing two birds with one stone.

But Guilliman disagreed with placing the bomb of Hogg on his own Macragge, and started to criticize everyone, saying that Baal was sparsely populated and Nocturne had beautiful scenery.

In a word, we, the Ultramarines, are willing to contribute our manpower and efforts, even if it means our deaths, but Macragge cannot be used as the first battlefield. If the most important logistics base of the Empire is destroyed, you will be traitors.

Each person had his own reasons, and even Mortarion's hometown, Barbarus, was brought up, but was quickly rejected by everyone because the area around Barbarus and even the entire star region was the Empire's granary and agricultural experimental base.

Since the Primarchs were spread across the galaxy at the time, as long as the planets they were on were not particularly weird, they would enjoy tax-free policies.

In addition, the Primarchs represent the Legion, and they have a group of muscular guys to keep the place in check. After so many years of management, all the planets where the Primarchs fall will be very rich, becoming important production star regions for the Empire and even the Galaxy.

Even the shattered Noztramo became an important mining area of ​​the empire because of the rich adamantium deposits around it.

As for Angron? It's hilarious! The World Eaters are the only fleet-based legion in the Empire. Their home planet is only used for conscription. Which planet can withstand these lucky ones who explode wherever they go?

What everyone needs is to survive from death, not a war that will bring down the empire and turn it into the leaky makeshift team it was back then.

"Or I'll die in Alicia."

As soon as Hogg finished speaking, he was unanimously opposed by everyone. Even Luo Jia, a die-hard fan, spoke up to persuade him:
"Brother, the Alicia Sector has become the transportation hub of the Empire. If this place collapses, we won't be able to rebuild after the disaster. Moreover, who knows if a new Eye of Terror will be formed after your death?
And Alicia is too close to the Solar Star Region. Holy Terra is just two steps away. If you turn around and blow up the base, our plans will be useless.”

Luo Jia was right. Now we are back to the original starting point. No one knows how long it will take Hogg to win the resurrection match. We must minimize the possible losses.

At this moment, Dorn, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke. He opened the star map and marked all the important worlds in the empire with red dots of light. Using this as the core, he radiated outward to form a huge spider web that spread across half of the galaxy.

Finally, Dorn picked out a gap among the densely packed light spots, pointed at that area and said:

"Cardia, our final battlefield can only be here. Hogg said before that he needs to detonate in the middle of the dimensional barrier, and this place happens to be the weakest point in the entire galaxy's dimensional barrier.

Because of the Eye of Terror, the 32 surrounding star regions are sparsely populated. Except for the World Devourers' home planet Necromunda, most of them are fortress worlds."

There is no need for much explanation. The Primarchs had discussed this plan before, but it was eventually abandoned because it was too dangerous. After all, this Feng Shui treasure land was once the capital of the Eldar Empire and the birthplace of Slaanesh. Now that Dorn has brought it up again, everyone looked at Hogg next to him.

"Why are you looking at me? This damn place leads directly to the Six Ring Silver Palace, and I'm not familiar with it. Are you slandering me?"

Hogg's explanation was so pale that even the good old Vulcan laughed out loud:
"Brother, I remember that when you returned to the Empire for the second time, you appeared near the Eye of Terror. You stayed there for more than 10,000 years. If there is no connection, I don't believe it. Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it,"

"I don't believe it either."

"Anyone who believes this is a fool, Hogg, don't try to hide it. We all know about this. It's for the sake of the empire, so it's not shameful."

The angel delivered a critical hit, and Hogg was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but the damn fact was true, he really had been in there for more than 10,000 years.

"Stop talking about it. Putting aside the facts, Cadia is indeed a perfect battlefield. It can even further enhance my power. But can you withstand it?"

No one spoke up. This was an unpredictable question, but silence was the best answer.

"Hogg, you are too arrogant!
Now that we have stepped onto the gambling table, we must do it to the end, no matter whether we can bear it or not. Even if all the Luna Wolves die in battle, we will not let Blackwatch escape."

"That's right, big brother, you should take care of yourself. We have 19 legions. You can't defeat us with just one legion. We, the Midnight Lords, are not only good at bathing and massaging."

Looking at the sincere eyes of his good brothers, Hogg was suddenly a little moved. In this case, he didn't act pretentiously anymore, and slammed the table and shouted:

"Well, you are worthy of being my brother, you have backbone! Then the battlefield will be chosen in the Eye of Terror. When the time comes, you will bring all the plasma to Cadia. Next, I will tell you about the opponent you will encounter.

First, after we, the Blackwatch, have spent all our wealth, all of our warships will be packed up for you to use, even my Blacklight will be sealed up."

The Primarchs nodded. This was expected. After all, there were too many Black Watch ships. If they confronted all of them, they would not be able to stop them at all.

"Secondly, I have also handed over the Black Light Swarm and the Bliss Angel to Jonson. Once the battle begins, the Swarm will be at your disposal, and all of Black Watch's heavy armored vehicles will also be handed over to you."

The Primarchs nodded again. This was also expected. Even if Hogg didn't say it, they would try their best to weaken the power of Black Watch at this stage.

No ships, no Zerg, no heavy weapons, which means Blackwatch is a pure infantry operation, and they don't know how to lose like this.

After all, the number of troops in the battle is 170 million versus 23, and the advantage is on my side!

This doesn't even include the new recruits produced after the implementation of the Super Canning Project and the Astra Militarum, which is the cornerstone of the Empire's combat power.

Thinking of this, the haze that had been weighing on his heart for many days instantly dissipated. Magnus even took out a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator and poured a glass for his good brothers.

As the wine went down his throat, Magnus said shamelessly:
"Hogg, with your limited military strength, and pure infantry, I can't imagine how the Empire will lose. If you ask me, this is a free victory. Do you have anything else to say?"

Hogg nodded, indicating that you had missed out on the Chaos Demons that could become temporary allies, and that there were indeed two small things he hadn't mentioned.

As soon as these words came out, Magnus laughed uncontrollably, squatted down, put his arm around Hogg's shoulders, patted his good brother on the chest and said:
"But it doesn't matter!"

"Did I really say that?"

"Speak up, and speak out loud."

The expressions of the Primarchs were not fake, they all looked like they had the upper hand. This confidence also infected Hogg, and he immediately said:
"First of all, the remains of my body will be very strong, even a little exaggerated. Under the premise of wantonly descending into the world and the subspace, it will be a combination of the Star God and the Subspace Evil God. At least it can beat Old Man Huang in his prime."

Hearing this, the self-indulgent primarchs sat up instantly, but finally nodded, indicating that this was acceptable.

Only the Silent King, who was listening in, frowned and thought, I have just joined the group, am I going to have to fight with the Star God again? Wouldn’t we Necrons have slept in vain?

But Hogg was not finished yet, and then he dropped a bombshell:
"Not only me, Blackwatch will also be strengthened, but not as exaggerated as mine. I'll tell you clearly, if I want to ascend to godhood, the sacrifice will be Blackwatch. Even though they will die, they will be pulled up immediately by me who has fallen into madness.

They will gain a series of my degraded abilities including but not limited to: the power of my thinking, super regeneration, flesh and blood fusion, creation of clans, small-scale material reorganization... and so on.

As for how much they will be strengthened to, it will probably be just the level of an average great demon!"

As soon as these words were spoken, deathly silence instantly filled the entire space. Even the few gazes that were looking at this place were stunned for a moment. The people who were smiling just now suddenly stopped laughing.

Especially Magnus, who had been so arrogant just now, whose red skin changed back and forth, and finally became a pale-haired, one-eyed, tender-skinned Ogryn. He had a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot, leaving only a curse:

"Two hundred and thirty-one thousand four hundred and seventy-two, Hogg, I'm going to piss off your mother!"

(End of this chapter)