Chapter 316: Revive, my Legion!
Having a child in old age is a great joy in life!
But looking at the densely packed white-haired dwarfs in front of him, Hogg didn't feel happy at all. He even doubted his life. Who could have so many children in old age?
The events unfolded too bizarrely, and Hogg's first reaction was to deny it. He thought he was not a reliable person, but in that respect, Hogg was still very innocent.

As an old dog who has lived for countless tens of thousands of years, Gotha saw through Hogg's thoughts at a glance. Even though he knew that this kind of thing was hard to accept, Gotha really didn't want to see the cub anymore. To him, this was simply dog ​​abuse!

"Master, just admit it! We are not a poor family. We can support hundreds of thousands of spirits."

"What? Hundreds of thousands!" Hogg, who originally wanted to deal with it coldly, immediately shook his head when he heard this number. He thought that was the total number in front of him, but he didn't expect it to be so many. He refused to admit that this was his cub.

Seeing the boss shaking his head repeatedly, the elf leader next to him could no longer sit still. Cordelia directly grabbed a little white-haired cat and pushed it in front of Hogg, asking him to compare it himself.

Looking at the short elf in front of him with the same silver hair as his own, even though Hogg was unsure, he still touched it with his hand.

Several tiny tentacles of flesh and blood emerged, probing into the Eldar's body through the pores of his skin, carefully examining his internal structure.

The Eldar cub who was touched was not afraid at all. Instead, he hugged Hogg's hand directly, enjoying Hogg's touch with an intoxicated look on his face. His two bright purple-red eyes framed the figure in front of him tightly, as if he was afraid that Hogg would leave.

"My Lord, you will not abandon us again, right?"

If it were in the past, after hearing this, Hogg would naturally agree without hesitation, as he had no psychological burden about fooling a child. But now it is different, as this is directly related to deeper matters.

Seeing that Hogg remained silent, the elf cub did not make any noise either. Like an obedient baby, he used silence to crave for his father's approval.

Perhaps sensing Hogg's presence, more and more silver-haired elves gathered and gradually surrounded them. At first glance, they saw little heads with all kinds of weird hairstyles.

As time went by, Hogg finally obtained detailed data. The good news was that after genetic comparison, these special elves in front of him were not his offspring at the biological level.

But the bad news is that although they are not biologically related, in other aspects, these elves are simply another super-weakened version of themselves.

According to Hogg's comprehensive physical examination, these creatures that are suspected to be his offspring are naturally extremely adaptable to psychic energy and can connect to the psychic network without any instruction.
Moreover, in terms of cell activity and physical strength, they are superior to ordinary elves in all aspects, and are close to Cordelia and her group of enhanced people who use the g301 genetic modification agent.

However, there are gains and losses. Although they are far ahead in physical strength, they are greatly weakened in flexibility and height. The most important thing is that they don't have any psychic talent at all, and can even be regarded as negative psychic creatures.

If the Eldar are a race specialized in psychic powers, then these "eldar" before them are a race specialized in psionic powers, and can definitely be called the descendants of Hogg.

Thinking about the fact that Slaanesh was the racial god of the Eldar and that he himself had been oppressed for a full ten thousand years, Hogg no longer had any temper and had to retract his tentacles resignedly.

Looking at the group of dwarfs staring at him eagerly, Hogg had an extremely dark thought for a moment, but in the end he sighed and announced in public:
"Now that things have come to this, I acknowledge your existence. You can use my name, but you can no longer call yourselves the Eldar. You can only walk across the galaxy as the Black Light Elves."

"Great!"

Hearing that the Holy Father recognized them, all the Black Light Elves cheered excitedly. From today on, after being recognized by Hogg, they were no longer homeless souls, but a new race with the protection of the gods.

Smiles are contagious. Looking at this group of cheerful silly elves, Hogg suddenly felt that it would not be a bad thing to recognize them. Anyway, his reputation had long been ruined, and he was not afraid of others saying that he was a heretic.

"Okay, okay, everyone, go back quickly. I have something more important to do." Hearing Hogg's call, the Black Light Elves immediately scattered, making way for their Holy Father and watching Hogg leave.

After Hogg left, the unique mental network of the Black Light Elf clan instantly exploded. They were talking about everything about the Holy Father and celebrating this good day.

Without much delay, for Hogg, the most important thing now was to awaken the sleeping Black Watch and let these descendants who had been sleeping for thousands of years wake up again.

But when Hogg followed Ross into the dormant place shaped by black stone, a tired voice came from the shadows:

"Damn it Hogg, if you don't come back, I won't be able to hold on any longer!"

Hearing this voice, Ross trembled all over, as if he had met his natural enemy, and hid behind Hogg, leaving only his head with an afro sticking out:

"Lord Shafulin, if I had known you were here, I would definitely not have disturbed your precious rest time."

"Go away~"

"Okay, I'll get out now."

Before he finished speaking, Ross turned around and left, leaving Hogg alone, as if he would explode on the spot if he stayed for another second.

Seeing Ross leave, Shafulin gradually emerged from the shadows and came in front of Hogg. But the first time Hogg saw his clone, he felt a strong sense of fatigue from her.

Hogg wanted to say something to comfort Shafulin, who had been in charge of Black Watch for him for ten thousand years, but he felt that it was very embarrassing to do so. It was like bragging in front of a mirror. He was stunned for a long time and could only say:
"Thanks a lot!"

"Nonsense, if I wasn't here, you would probably still be serving as a bastard in Slaanesh. Stop talking about those useless things. Let me go back to your body and rest. My psionic energy is almost dry."

As an incarnation created by the Devouring Umbra, Shaforin directly transformed into a shadow and drilled into Hogg's body, fusing his memory with his and transmitting all the past events of the past ten thousand years.

But when the fusion was halfway done, Shafrin's scream rang in Hogg's mind:
"Quack! I don't want to see it! Let me out now, damn Slaanesh, I'm going to kill you!"

Knowing this would happen, Hogg instantly blocked out Shafulin's cries. He didn't want to go through torture a second time, so he went straight to the tomb filled with psionic crystals.

Feeling the faint flames that suddenly lit up in the mind network, invisible energy fluctuations began to stir in the secret room. At the moment when the consciousness signal was the strongest, Hogg directly exploded all his psionic energy, causing the entire space to be infected and distorted:

"Rise, my legion!"

Following Hogg's command, countless figures emerged from their coffins. The legion that had been sleeping for ten thousand years came to the world again and issued their declaration of loyalty:

"Fighting for you, my lord!"

(End of this chapter)