Chapter 167 The Real Boss
The chaotic war will eventually end, but post-war reconstruction is a huge challenge.

In this Beast War, countless worlds within the Empire were destroyed by the green tide, and it is very likely that subsequent greenskins will once again emerge from unknown corners.

So in order to consolidate the rule of the Empire, the Emperor and a group of Primarchs returned to the Palace to discuss the agenda.

In the Terra Palace, the Primarchs who arrived one after another sat in the banquet hall, tasting the dishes and summing up the gains and losses of this Beast War.

Seeing that there was food, Hogg and his two gluttonous younger brothers sat in the corner and started working on the food on the table, as if they thought that every extra bite would save a mouthful of food in their own granary.

After all, for these three guys, talking about political topics does not arouse their interest at all. If they have that time, it would be better to write about the emperor.

As the eldest brother of the Primarch, Hogg saw his younger brother Angron foolishly chewing on worthless bread and slapped him on the head.

"Silly boy, why are you eating bread? Eat vegetables!"

Mortarion, who was standing next to him, tore off a beast leg and stuffed it into Angron's mouth, shouting:
"Eat this. One leg of this thing is almost as big as a tank. Eat it quickly. The more we eat, the more money we make."

Angeloun was the first to listen to the advice, put down the bread in his hand, jumped onto the table, opened his big mouth and started eating.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Leman Russ next to them also came over and joined the three-person group eating.

For a moment, the other more decent Primarchs also started to eat with great appetite, feeling that they would be letting themselves down if they didn't eat more.

Looking at the noisy Primarchs at the table, the Emperor sitting on the first seat held his forehead and felt tired.

“Damn, did I raise a herd of pigs?”

But then I thought, our great human empire is rich in resources, so it's not a problem to keep a few useless people. As long as they don't do anything big for me, I'll just leave them alone.

But this banquet was not a family gathering; post-war reconstruction was the main focus of this parliament.

You know, the empire does not lack generals who can lead troops in battle, but it lacks high-end talents in logistics and maintenance. But now there are only two people in the empire who can take on this important task.

First up is Robert Guilliman, the leader of the Ultramarines who occupies the 500 worlds of Macragge and is known as the "ambitious and ambitious man".

The other is Hogmenethil, the most powerful person in Alicia who is honored as "The Evil King of Thieves" and occupies 80% of the empire's logistics share.

For the Emperor, Guilliman can be said to be the best candidate. After all, Hogg, the rebellious son, might do something like letting the aliens build the human empire.

But this is when the fucked-up nature of the empire’s political structure became apparent.

You should know that the empire's political structure is similar to the Middle Ages in the West. If you still don't understand, you can imagine it as the late Ming Dynasty suitable for the physique of Chinese babies.

Moreover, the political structure of the empire may be even worse than that of the late Ming Dynasty, highlighting a chaotic metaphysics. Compared with Old Man Huang, Emperor Chongzhen, who hanged himself on a tree in the southeast, seemed so capable.

This makes people wonder, it’s already the interstellar age, why is the human empire in such a mess!
Since most of the Primarchs were called to this meeting, everyone had their own opinions on the specific plan for post-disaster reconstruction.

Regarding this issue concerning their own interests and the autonomy of the legion, everyone started arguing like aunties in the vegetable market. Even the usually stubborn Rogal Dorn disagreed with the Emperor's suggestion.

You know, although the various legions dislike each other, they all have one consensus, that is, Guilliman is very ambitious.

In addition, the political affairs of each Primarch were not very good. If they let these Smurfs build their hometown, they might convert to Macragge in a few years. "I object. The Ultramarines suffered heavy casualties this time. We cannot let them do such thankless tasks again," said the Lion King, who had many little secrets.

"I don't agree either. Macragge is too far away from the core of the empire and cannot provide good support to other legions." This was the only Horus who took the overall situation into consideration.

The others spoke in a more anthropomorphic way. The Death Guard, who were fully cooperating with Blackwatch, and the Devourer just jumped up.

Shouting, "I will never repay Boss Hogg's kindness. I nominate Hogg to be the person in charge of this reconstruction work!"

"Good boy, I really love you for what you have done. Don't worry, when I take over the business, we will split the profits between us. You will definitely get some benefits!"

In front of everyone, Hogg directly exposed his greedy nature, stopped pretending to be a good guy, and talked about Blackwatch's package service.

For example, rebuilding a planet will give you a knight mecha for free, customizing wonders to wax warships, and the most outrageous thing is that buying infrastructure equipment will give you a Eldar bathing service for free.

Hearing the two key words "eldar" and "bathing", Koz, the youngest and least experienced, perked up, staring at Hogg with his big, bright eyes.

Hogg became more and more excited as he spoke and ran to Emperor Huang's side and pushed him down with his butt, causing Old Man Huang to think that this rebellious son was trying to usurp the throne and do something illegal.

Finally, after being comforted by Warmaster Horus, he gave up the idea of ​​enforcing family discipline on the spot.

As if possessed by an ancient sage, Hogg brought out all his passion, waved his arms, and spoke passionately about the benefits of choosing Blackwatch.

"Brothers, look here, choosing the Blackwatch Engineering Team is definitely worth it.

Only with our fast logistics can we contact the unique assets of each legion.

By then, the Ultramarines will manage the personnel, the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors will build the site, the Salamanders and Night Lords will provide the minerals, and the Dark Angels and Devourers will recruit men.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all contribute our people and our strengths, and make money together?"

After hearing Hogg's plan, he realized that his own affairs were the only ones not mentioned. Horus asked:

"Then what do I do?"

Hogg became excited upon hearing this, and hurried forward to hold Horus' hand, shouting:
"My good brother, as a commander who is second only to the emperor, you are of course the commander-in-chief of this aid construction activity.

Do you know what you lack most now? It's prestige!
For the sake of the Empire, I will suffer a little loss, but you, Horus, are the true hero of the Empire!"

Your words are better than words themselves. Hogg's plan takes every legion into consideration, and no one can find fault with it, but it always feels a little weird.

But when he thought about how he stood like a lackey during his coronation, and how even an orc had a higher status than him, Horus, who was eager to make a contribution, immediately decided, "Go for it!"

In this way, the post-war reconstruction work was led by Black Watch, with Warmaster Horus as the commander-in-chief, and multiple legions reached a consensus.

A silent emperor discovered the blind spot. After all, Hogg never suffered any loss. He thought to himself:

"What does this bastard want to do?"

(End of this chapter)