Chapter 350 The Unfortunate Poor Man
At this moment, as then, Lady Euden was confused, but Guilliman thought that his mother had enough sons.

Not to mention Hogg who set a bad example at the beginning, there were few Primarchs who were not adopted sons of their mothers. The originally good maternal love was directly divided into more than a dozen parts.

Thinking that he was now living in a doghouse, Guilliman didn't dare to imagine how he would be treated in the future. He sternly rejected the angel's request, saying that he would take care of the reconstruction of Baal and they could talk about it later.

But Hogg didn't care about this. In terms of Lady Euton's favor, he was the real son. Guilliman's words didn't count. As the eldest son, he agreed:

"Guilliman, you are usually quite smart, why did you act so stupid today? The more adopted sons Lady Euden has, the more stable your position as regent will be!"

Guilliman would have believed it ten thousand years ago, but now he is eager to hand over the position of Regent to someone else. This position is not a job for humans.

"Shut up, you guys are so good, leading the army to manage your own small territory, and you still have time to slack off and rest every day. Now I only sleep for half an hour every day, and when I open my eyes, I see all kinds of terrible and immoral things.

Even if all the Extreme Marines were to handle government affairs, so far only the Solar Region could enforce laws and regulations. There was no telling what the situation was like in such a large area outside!
You don't know, I sent my men to a planet to collect taxes, and those damn high lords collected the taxes for three thousand years, and I still have to pay for the reforms. I really want to pull them up and kill them again."

Guilliman's resentment was visible to the naked eye, but the four brothers looked up at the sky without any reaction at all, highlighting the atmosphere of the scene. After all, they were not regents.

After leaving the 2nd Company of the Ultramarines to help, Guilliman ran away. According to him, he was carrying the burden of the five major star regions of the Empire on his shoulders, and he had to continue handling government affairs until he was ordered to do so.

Although Guilliman is a wimp and is always the first to die every time he boards a ship, which makes everyone unwilling to take him with them, this guy has the highest level of farming ability and is quite wealthy.

When they left this time, the Extreme Warriors left behind all their excess supplies, including an entire company of knight mechas, which was worth tens of billions of subsidies.

Looking at the Blood Angels in front of him, who were so few in number and so poor that they were wearing only Mark III power armor, Hogg did not take a share of the profits for the first time. Instead, he promised the angels that he would bring them great wealth, but they had to repair their ship first.

Although Hogg was notoriously unreliable, he had never broken a promise. Upon hearing his brother's promise, Sanguinius was almost moved to tears, in the physical sense of the word.

"Don't mind me, brother. This is an old problem of mine. I can't control myself when I get emotional."

Others may not know, but Hogg knows everything. If he had not sacrificed the soul of Baal, the Blood Angels would not be in such a miserable state.

Thinking of the poor people, Hogg hurriedly persuaded Sanguinius not to let his descendants paint the power armor yellow in the future, and even if they did paint it yellow, they should not draw red hearts on the shoulder armor, as this would bring bad luck.

Hearing Hogg's strange request, Dante, who was counting the people, came over and asked with a puzzled look on his face:

"My Lord, is there any explanation for this? We do have a chapter of the Blood Angels with this kind of paint scheme, and they are still fine. I just saw their chapter leader. Look at this...ah!"

Dante wanted to show the list to Hogg, but he was speechless as he pointed at the briefing in his hand and stood there in a daze.

The Primarchs also came over and saw this historical record of bad luck. This chapter, called the Lamenters, had encountered Chaos invasions, green-skinned orcs, dark elves, necrons, and warp storms since its establishment. Basically, wherever there were aliens, they were there, and they were all major events.

The last record was of the battle just fought with the Leviathan Zerg. Only one in ten Weepers survived, and they were the first to come into contact with the Zerg.

And that’s not all. The Weepers suffered heavy casualties in every battle and were basically in a state of organizational collapse. Not only did they encounter aliens, they were also framed by the High Lords’ Council and were almost wiped out.

In addition, the Blood Angels were so impoverished that they had no way of replenishing supplies. Their power armor was covered in patches, and even their explosive bombs had to be counted. They were poorer than some local warlords.

The most ridiculous thing is that these yellow-skinned canned food seemed to be cursed. Basically, wherever they walked, things collapsed and wherever they ran, things exploded. One poor man even nearly choked to death because of eating expired canned food.

God damn, how can Space Marines be choked? If the superhuman warriors designed by the Emperor were so fragile, there would be no need to fight the Great Crusade. It would be better to let the Emperor sell the trenches.

Fortunately, there are still good people in this world. When the Weepers are about to starve to death, there are always some kind-hearted people to help them, such as the black-faced but kind-hearted Salamanders, who once sent them a large number of weapons and equipment.

And it's not just the Salamanders. In the past few thousand years, basically every founding group has helped them. Even Hogg's Black Watch has sent things, and that person is Ross.

When Sanguinius saw that there was a destroyer among the huge amount of supplies donated by Blackwatch, he could no longer hold back his tears and cried while hugging Hogg.

Such a huge amount of material mobilization must be approved by Hogg even when Blackwatch was wealthy. How could Ross be so generous?

There must be something wrong when things are not normal. Hogg plans to find time to ask about it later. It's not that he is heartbroken. Now that Hogg is back, Blackwatch will surely be revived again while the empire is building large-scale projects. It's nothing to give it to the friendly forces.

Now that it has been proven that what Hogg said is true, Dante immediately ordered the legion to change its internal paint scheme, especially the lemon yellow color that is the same as the Imperial Fists, which is too unlucky.

Just like the chances of survival without a helmet on the battlefield are higher, people still choose to respect this kind of unclear metaphysical event, and would rather believe it than not.

With the help of Hogg's star god power, the Blacklight's repair speed was greatly accelerated. Although its overall strength was still not as good as before, it was able to fly.

Like Guilliman, in order to facilitate future communication between the legions, Hogg also left a team of Black Watch stationed here, and he also took a team of angel offspring with him.

The Zerg mothership loaded with biomass was also packed up by Hogg, who was thinking of going back to modify it and see if it could be used as the second mothership of Blackwatch, at least to make some profit.

As the bone-white webway gate opened, the entire Blackwatch left the sky above Baal, especially the patched Blacklight, which was the most conspicuous.

In the bridge, Hogg also met the team of Blood Angels assigned to him, but Hogg suddenly discovered that the paint on these red cans was a little new, and some of the paint had not dried yet.

(End of this chapter)