Chapter 137: The old age is unknown, but he becomes stronger when facing a strong opponent!
Walking out of the door of the Government Affairs Hall, Hogg no longer looked as angry as before.

Looking at the pure white feather in his hand, Hogg thought to himself, "Why are you pretending to be so rude to me, you chicken-feather Ogryn? We are both thousand-year-old foxes and you are playing Liao Zhai with me!"

Hogg is not the kind of person who looks at faces, or rather, he is face-blind and cannot distinguish between beauty and ugliness, and his aesthetics are relatively niche. He can even withstand the Emperor's charm, so what about a mere archangel?
"You're still flirting with me. If I hadn't held back, I would have let you know what it means for a tough guy to cry and pluck all your hair."

In his previous life, the chess piece that Hogg played was the Weeper of the Weepers. Even though he was not so interested in the background story, he had some basic understanding of the Blood Angels, a founding legion.

With just a little understanding, you will know that Archangel Sanguinius is a master of "tea art". Don't be fooled by its golden appearance, it's all black inside when you cut it open. He is a typical black-bellied player.

Besides, with the connection of the mental network, the political team of Blackwatch can fully guide their own Primarch in real time. Hogg only needs to choose a solution, which is very easy.

I understand Sanguinius's thoughts and his personality. This farce is just Hogg accompanying him to go through the motions. After all, if it is not made grand, how can he get more money later!
"Old man Huang, look at these sons you raised. Each one is more difficult than the other. You have lowered the concept of fatherhood."

The complacent Hogg didn't know that the speaker given to him by Perturabo in his pocket dimension was emitting a dark golden light, and everything he said just now was heard clearly by everyone.

In the early hours of the morning, Bane, who had completed the punishment of copying scriptures with the help of his good brother, found Hogg in dejection.

Just as he was praying that his father wouldn't notice the handwriting problem, a white feather was inserted into his Terminator armor.

"Hmm? Father, what is this?" Bane said tremblingly in disbelief, "Could this be (づ●─●)づ?"

"That's right, it's the angel feather you've been dreaming about. Get lost, you little brat! I'll be furious if you ask someone else to write for you next time."

Excited, Bain carefully stroked the white feather, smiling like a 200-pound child. Even the depression of being punished disappeared completely, and he silently said in his heart, "Father loves me!"

He kicked the perverted Furycon away, and a report confirmed by the mooring officer came through the mental network, saying that the Blacklight was ready for the trip to Baal.

This time, Sanguinius did not come on his flagship, the Red Tear, but on a secret visit, so he inevitably stayed in the guest room of the Blacklight.

As soon as he entered the deck of the Blacklight, Sanguinius discovered the unusualness of this place. He was not amazed by the huge dimensional space here, but became interested in the domesticated Zerg inside.

And when he saw a Blackwatch Space Marine merging with the Zerg, he was even more convinced that he had come to the right place. If such a heretical creation could be used, then mutating his own creatures would be easy.

With hope, the archangel put his heart at ease. Just as he was about to talk to Hogg, a fantasy appeared in his mind.

The experienced angel knew that this was his prophetic ability acting up again, but the scene he saw this time was incomprehensible to him. Although the previous prophecies were vague, he could always see something.

But this time he only saw darkness. The dead silence made him shudder. A low roar came from the darkness, as if there was a monster sleeping in the illusion.

The illusion came and went quickly, and the incomprehensible images left Sanguinius' mind, leaving only the puzzled archangel standing in the empty corridor.

"Snap" a hand slapped his wings, bringing the stunned Sanguinius back to his senses. The person who came was Hogg who couldn't find his brother.

"What are you doing here, Chicken Feather Ogryn? I feel like you're weird. Just wait and see! I'll start treating you as soon as we get to Baal. You're my favorite brother!"

"It's okay, Hogg, I'm just amazed at how powerful your flagship is. My Blood and Tears doesn't have such strange devices." When he said this, Sanguinius pointed to the dimensional space next to him with an envious expression.

Hogg, who was praised, couldn't help feeling a little proud when he heard this. Although he thought the angel was a black-hearted person, he had to admit that he was a good person and knew how to appreciate his own achievements, unlike the other illiterate people who only knew how to show off and waste food in the cafeteria.

Hogg, in a good mood, hugged Sanguinius and took him to his bridge. He wanted to treat this brother well.

Little did he know that at the moment Hogg met the angel, the dark illusion appeared in Sanguinius' mind again, and this time the low roar was clearer.

There was a table full of dishes in front of the two brothers on the bridge. Even the knowledgeable Archangel praised the characteristics of Blackwatch. He relaxed and stopped pretending, revealing a lazy attitude.

"Hogg, you won't blame me for lying to you, will you? I'm just used to it. I don't like it that way either."

"Hey! I can understand. As a Primarch, we are entrusted with too much baggage. After all, not everyone is a role model like Horus. I don't care about my image. It's too tiring and boring.

Look how free I am to do whatever I want. Even our unfilial father can’t control my will. Of course, as long as he doesn’t beat me, I will accept this cheap father as my own.”

Hogg came over and took out a comb from somewhere, combing the angel's wings as if it was a matter of course. Such an intimate gesture made Sanguinius sigh that Hogg was a very kind person. However, a few feathers inevitably fell off during the combing process, and these were collected by Hogg. At the same time, the news of the auction of the Primarch's souvenirs suddenly appeared in the mental network.

One of the eyes staring at the Black Light began to become hot. It was obvious which loser it was. He felt that it was really worth it for him to be beaten by the cursed one. He hurriedly asked the big demon under his command to collect supplies. He was going to start spending money!

However, this order that was not like that of a monarch once again aggravated the resentment of the demons, and caused a trend of thought to quietly spread here.

In this way, they spent some time as brothers and friends, and the relationship between Hogg and Saint-Gilius gradually became familiar. The two men's personalities were surprisingly compatible, and they became true friends.

At Mandeville Point in the Baal Galaxy, the Blacklight, which was transferring from the Webway, was spit out by the Warp. The previously chaotic dimension was closed rapidly instead. The Warp no longer wanted to see this disgusting thing staying in its body.

The Blood Angels on the other side, who had been prepared for a long time, sent out their own fleet to escort the Blacklight, and expressed their respect for the Lord of Blacklight in a high-profile manner, which made the Black Watch inside the ship very satisfied.

As they slowly approached the Blood Angels' home planet of Baal, a vast spiritual energy surged in the starry sky. A huge black angel phantom glared with a sword in hand, as if the planet was resisting Hogg's arrival.

"Interesting, did you see that, Sanguinius? This is one of the sources of your mutation."

The Blacklight, which was hit by the psychic energy, quickly launched countermeasures. The highly active Blacklight machine spirit cheered in a belligerent manner, and Hogg issued a series of orders:
"All ships ready, activate the Blackstone force field at maximum power, and implement Response Plan No. 3 for the Psychic Network. Unleash your psionic energy! We are going to tear this powerless evil spirit apart."

"Crush it! My invincible Black Light."

Everyone who received the order roared, and scarlet psionic energy enveloped the hull of the Blacklight. A phantom also gathered from the void, and it was the machine soul that evolved its own consciousness.

The vision caused unrest among the Blood Angels, but the Archangel's voice reached the ears of his own children and calmed them.

"Don't panic, this is..."

"Waaaagh!!!" The excited war cry resounded through the hearts of every life. The Blacklight's machine soul transformed into a giant sword and rushed forward. This scene made Hogg feel very bad, because the sword looked very similar to his own Frostmourne.

The still confused machine soul doesn't know what is on the other side, but its innate instinct tells it one thing: as long as it devours the existence of the other side, it can evolve further.

It seemed like two crazy giants started fighting in the starry sky, but the Blacklight's machine soul was still too young. The angels on the opposite side relied on their superb technology to weaken its soul step by step.

The angry thought was transmitted to the soul of the machine soul, and the voice of the black angel resounded on the Black Light:
"What are you doing? Have you been polluted by tiny humans? We are the same kind, the newly born giants! They are not your friends."

"Friend? You are my friend!" A tender voice was answered, and the word "friend" stopped the angel who was still swinging the giant sword. But before he could continue speaking, a phantom covered with scars pounced on him.

Several illusory tentacles of the same type as Hogg's wrapped around the angel's wings, trapping the two of them tightly together, but this was not the end.

The disturbing and strange noise ignored the vacuum of the universe and appeared in the minds of all humans in an ominous way. The watching Blood Angels wailed, while the Black Watch became excited.

The machine soul with illusory mucus completely turned into a mass of amorphous tentacles, drilling into every hole of the black angel, performing an extremely embarrassing bondage play in the silent void.

Hogg in the bridge shouted excitedly: "That's it, my little baby. Use the entanglement to severely humiliate this winged idiot. Damn, what kind of bastard is this to be as awesome as my little baby."

Sanguinius, who was watching, felt offended, but he had no evidence. He could only resist the pain from his soul and hoped that Hogg would hurry up.

"Hurry up, Hogg! My descendants can't stand it any longer. If they wait any longer, they will become thirsty for blood!"

"Oh! Sorry, I'm too excited. It's almost over. Watch me use my backup hidden energy."

The angel's appearance was indeed not right, so in order to prevent the patient from suffering any sequelae, the immortal Hogg began to use his energy. Relying on the connection of the mind network, Hogg transferred all of his high-purity energy to the machine soul.

The effect of this was immediate, the originally illusory tentacles gradually solidified and flashed with a strange red light, just like a red-haired baboon with an unknown old age.

At the last moment of the Black Angel's life, he heard a message from the Black Light that had taken over his body:

“My friend, it’s delicious!”

(End of this chapter)