Chapter 8: It's numb, there's a commotion on the boat

On the busy construction site, machines of construction were in operation, and soldiers of the Fourth Legion, who had rested for a month, were giving instructions inside.

As expected of a congenitally holy body, after the Fourth Legion took over, Alicia's construction speed increased by leaps and bounds. One artistic, sturdy and durable building after another sprang up from the ground. In a very short time, all of Alicia's major projects were completed.

The Fourth Legion, still unsatisfied, even wanted to take on more work, but the Great Crusade was the legion's main job. After resting, the legion had a big meal before leaving, piled up a lot of Coke in the warehouse, and after taking the combat potion experience package personally given by the Primarch, they began their journey to find their father.

"Wish them good luck. It's a pity to waste such a good tool." Hogg, who was standing at the bow of the Black Light, murmured.

After two years of repair, a message from the Astronomican Chamber was sent to Hogg, and the expedition began to hunt for the Primarch. This was the mission given to the Black Watch by the Emperor.

Perhaps the Great Crusade had distracted the Emperor's attention, and in recent years Hogg, like the other Primarchs, had adopted a free-range policy, except that the Emperor would come from time to time to check on his increasingly heretical physical condition.

At Alicia Starport, the huge Blacklight and a number of ships sailed into the void, broke into Mandeville Point near the galaxy and plunged into the subspace.

For humans in the Warhammer universe, being corrupted by Chaos is an inevitable dark fate. As a force in the interstellar age, humans rely on the Warp for ultra-long-distance communications and navigation, and as long as they use it, they have to eat the shit of the Warp.

Some people may ask if it is not possible to develop technology and create a technology that does not require subspace? I can only say that it is possible, but it is difficult.

Maybe it was possible in Hogg's previous universe, but creatures in this universe have souls, unless you abandon your soul, like ribs, or play LAN like the green skins. If you don't want to enjoy the convenient feces sea butterfly stroke in the subspace, then the efficiency will be greatly reduced.

Because this is a fantasy world, and not everyone can eat the shit in the warp. Some small races, such as the Tau, can only glide shallowly on the surface of the warp, resulting in a strange phenomenon that the Imperial warships arrive before the Tau's communication.

Hogg also asked the psychics what their own Warp Shadow looked like. According to them, their Warp Shadow was a collection of tentacles that unconsciously devoured the Warp Energy around it. Any psychic who saw it would feel horrified and disgusted.

This psychic later chose to undergo amnesia surgery, and the matter was classified as a secret of the Legion and no one was allowed to mention it.

Hogg did not feel any discomfort when he entered the subspace for the first time, he was just curious. The huge tentacles stretched out in the subspace, as if celebrating the arrival of his other half. With the unconscious swinging of the tentacles, some unlucky subspace creatures were rolled up and dissolved.

Under Hogg's control, the tentacles stopped swinging and wrapped around the Blacklight. As the tentacles closed, everyone on the Blacklight stopped moving, and a dead silence lingered in their hearts.

Only navigators can rely on the torch of Holy Terra to guide the direction, which is why the Astronomican Office is the pillar of the empire.

Sailing is boring, and many people may never get off the ship in their entire lives.

For example, the Black Light is 21 kilometers long. As the owner of the battleship, Hogg is not only a legion commander, but also a mayor.

Although Hogg had acquired some characteristics of a Star God after swallowing the debris of the Void Dragon, and could always come up with some strange black technologies based on the knowledge in his mind, even with his current abilities, he could not perfectly monitor every corner of the ship.

"So, I want to be a ship girl?"

As the emerald dimensional lightning wandered on the Blacklight, the flesh and blood under Hogg's feet turned into tentacles and merged into the warship. A joyful consciousness touched the consciousness of the original body, and the two shared the information. Hogg knew that this consciousness was the Blacklight itself. The human body was born, aged, sick and died in it, and with such a huge machine, the formation of the machine soul was inevitable. The good news is that the Blacklight likes Hogg very much. This is a new and perfect consciousness, and it is very powerful.

A ray of light was thrown into Hogg's body by the Blacklight. According to her, as long as she had this Hogg, she could communicate with him and control the functions of the ship, which was equivalent to a TV remote control.

Let me see what my warriors are doing?
As the perspective changes, a cabin comes into view. Some Blackwatch are honing their skills in the gladiatorial cage. Although their moves are a bit vulgar, it's good. Some are playing cards to rest, and they are cheating, which is also not bad. My daughters are praying to my statue. Forget it, let them be. This is Emilia, what is she doing on the bed? _〆(Д｀) No! Don't do weird things with my figurines!
Hogg quickly switched perspectives, exploring every corner like a ghost. Some people were resting, some were browsing information, and some were showing off their fans crazily.

Thanks to the love of a clean environment, the lower deck is not messy. Teams of mortal auxiliary troops patrol the pipes. There is no pollution, no purple-skinned bald heads, and no green skins.

"Very good! Hmm? No."

Quickly changing the perspective, the figure of a Blackwatch recruit reappeared in front of Hogg and was projected onto the bridge.

"Father, is there something wrong?" asked the Primarch's Guard Captain Leila Lynn and many Black Guards.

"Think about it carefully! It's not important to browse confidential information. Although you can't sense it, I can see at a glance that he is definitely not one of ours. Even if his disguise is extremely superb, it is just a poor disguise." Hogg's eyes became sharp.

"Are you all blind? His behavior is too normal, unlike you bunch of idiots. And his hair! Where is the distinctive cool hairstyle of our legion? This guy is obviously a bald head, isn't he?" As the Primarch spoke, everyone discovered the blind spot.

Rosmanderson answered loudly, "Yes! Hair is a distinctive culture of our corps. Even new recruits who have just undergone surgery will be asked to choose a distinctive hairstyle. There are so few bald people on the entire ship."

One minute later, a team of Primarch Guards wearing Terminator power armor broke into the archive room. The staff who were sorting the data were collectively guarded and everyone had to verify their identity. However, the Black Watch who was supposed to be here disappeared.

But this did not pose a problem for Hogg. A flash of emerald green lightning shattered a shadow in the corridor and a figure was spit out. It was the intruder disguised as an archivist. At this time, he had changed into a white staff uniform and stood abruptly in the corridor.

The target started to flee as soon as he was discovered. The hatch that had been closed long ago was directly crashed through, and no one could catch up with him.

Perhaps the action of crashing through the hatch angered the machine spirit. It sensed the target's position, emerald green electric light flashed, the metal became soft, and liquefied ceramic steel and adamantium enveloped the fleeing target like a slime monster.

There was a crackling sound, and a huge blue-white surge of electricity hit the figure that had half of its body sticking out of the metal sphere.

27 seconds later, a figure was escorted to the Primarch by the guards.

Hogg, who had long flowing white hair, left the fusion state and looked at the fake Black Watch in front of him. Everyone also took out their bolters and pointed them at the fake one in front of them, and the fake one on the ground also looked at him.

"How was I exposed? I wish to know the reason, my brother."

The False Watcher, or perhaps Alpharius, the Emperor's 20th son and the most incomprehensible Primarch, asked his brother.

(End of this chapter)