Chapter 18 Are You Kidding Me?
Jacques's words sounded irrational, and they still made no sense if you think about it carefully. According to Hogg's experiment, those oil men would feel disgusted when they prayed to him, and he could also vaguely feel that someone was worshipping him. It was a very strange feeling.

But even if these elves were covered with the Imperial Truth and the Double Eagle emblem, what did this have to do with him? Hogg saw their problem at a glance. They had trusted the wrong target. If they followed their way, they would still be captured by Slaanesh and used as star power after death.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, and considering the weight of the planet, Hogg patiently explained the reason to the elf in front of him.

"Jacques, right? Don't worry, I have to say you speak Gothic quite well. Is it possible that your faith is not devout enough?

First of all, I am not a god. Secondly, your utilitarian mentality will not help me. Besides, your painting of a double-headed eagle has nothing to do with me. I am not the emperor. Moreover, belief in something like this is strictly prohibited by the Empire. It is difficult for me to deal with you doing this."

Hogg rubbed his fingers, hoping that the elf in front of him could understand what he meant.

It is said that those who can reach the status of a prophet are not ordinary people. Even if he does not understand the specific meaning of this human gesture, Jacques can infer its general meaning.

"My Lord Primarch, our Amotoq Ark World has a small fortune, if nothing else. I will find a way to get you whatever you need."

"Ah! Look at you getting anxious again. I've told you so many times that this is a matter of faith. How can you say 'get it'? Watch your words, my Eldar High Priest. Don't always call me Sir when you talk to me next time."

"Then what should I call you?" The elves asked carefully as they looked at the delighted Primarch on the throne.

"You have to call me by my title at work. After I suffer a little loss, you can just call me Holy Father!"

All the elves knelt down and bowed to greet "Holy Father."

"Stand up, don't kneel. We in Blackwatch don't practice this. It seems like I'm forcing you. You can ask my housekeeper, Emilia Aziz, for basic etiquette."

"Stand up and talk, Jacques. I've got to tell you in advance that you believe in me, and I don't care. But you have to join Blackwatch and help us. Don't think I want to get you for free. Do you know why your prayers were useless before?"

Although as long as you truly believe in yourself, your soul may come to the chaotic tentacles in the void after death, but the chaotic tentacles are Hogg himself. It is up to you to capture them, but these elves don't know. If you don't exploit their value, wouldn't it be the same as being taken advantage of by them? Hogg, who hates taking advantage of others, will not allow such a thing to happen.

Old Jacques, who had found hope for his race again, said excitedly, "Please listen to the explanation of the Holy Father."

He took out a limited edition chess piece of the Primarch of the Black Watch and placed it on the table. Everyone was puzzled. But Hogg pointed at the chess piece and said.

"First of all, the goal of your faith is wrong. I am me, and the empire is the empire. If you hadn't discovered it early, you might have been abducted by some demons and monsters if you continued to pray. From now on, you should worship this.

Secondly, you don’t understand my philosophy, so there is no point in talking about faith. You just simply desire peace, so don’t rush to refute me.

I am different from other primarchs of the Empire. I have no objection to the joining of alien races. As long as they agree with my ideas and the truth of the Empire and do not harm humans, they are qualified to join us. The galaxy is big and can accommodate many lives, and the Empire also has many sub-humans.

You can look around, my army is full of alien technology, this is nothing, maybe in the distant past, the old saints once visited the earth and created a group of primates, you see we look so similar, we all have noses and eyes, maybe humans and the Eldar are half-brothers. Jacques, as long as you can live and die with the Black Watch and be loyal to me, then I promise to give you peace and glory after death, what is your answer?"

"So now we only have one choice. I will swear my loyalty to you, great Holy Father!" Jacques stood up and broke the crutch in his hand, as if he had made a great decision.

"Hahahahahaha, good. I admire you. Step down. You will find your own salvation in Blackwatch." A group of elves left the bridge and returned to their Eldar mothership.

Guard Captain Leila Linn stuck her head out and said, "Father, are you really willing to take in these Eldar? They are capricious little people."

"Come here! Come closer, yes, yes, put on your helmet"

"Bang!" A loud bang hit the helmet, leaving a dent.

"Are you blind? That old guy obviously has something else up his sleeve. He might be talking to their leader on the mothership right now. Do you believe that if believing in me is useless in the future, they will do everything they can to kidnap me and use me as their crematorium?"

"How dare they!┗|｀O′|┛" roared an enraged Leila Lynn.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It didn't happen. I'm going to tell you a secret. Come here." Everyone was delighted. Dad always knew how to tell some unique secrets.

Looking at the black cans who gathered around him and took out their snack stools, Hogg, sitting on the throne, began to narrate:
"The Eldar are different from humans. According to the design of the Old Ones, their creators, they are a race of psychics. After the War in Heaven, the robots we dug out from a planet fell into a state of slumber. They developed rapidly and became the most powerful in the galaxy at that time.

I took a sip of Coke to relieve my dry lips, and the original body's voice continued to come.
Later, they became just as arrogant as humans. The Eldar began to let themselves go wild and created an extremely powerful energy entity, which we commonly call a god. Then almost all the souls of the elves were devoured. That evil god was Slaanesh. Of course, I said it was okay, so don't talk nonsense! After Slaanesh was born, he began to hunt them down, and the Eldar declined.

"So why are they looking for you, father?" asked Ginny, the captain of the fourth company, who was chewing spicy strips.

"Good question! They came here because they wanted the power of your father.

The Primarchs were created by the Emperor using the treasures of the Warp. Each of them has the potential to become a lesser god, which is why the Primarchs are so powerful in the physical universe, because the Primarchs are not human at all. But I am different. I am a real human. I was born on Terra in 2k and died in 3k after growing up. I was picked up by the Emperor and cultivated into a Primarch.

I am more powerful than other Primarchs. Even the bombardment of light spears cannot fundamentally kill my body because I have no soul. At the same time, although the creatures who believe in me cannot make me stronger, they cannot affect me either. The souls of believers will spontaneously surround my essence, and I can perfectly eliminate it as long as I want.

So they came here for this peace after death, and to use my characteristics to confuse Slaanesh's gaze as much as possible while alive."

"But, father, do you really want to protect them?"

"No rush! Let's play with them first. Oh, and let Candice take over the planet and reap the benefits first."

　I am a completely new author, please point out any mistakes. (I am a chess player and don't know much about the details, so please bear with me, hehe!)
　　
　
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