Chapter 352: Wormstat, the heretic among heretics.

The Emperor's Vision, a symbol of the royal authority of the Lord of Mankind, had never left Holy Terra since the great rebellion ten thousand years ago. But this time it moved and headed straight to the east.

While many Terra officials were pondering, the clever Imperial Guards had already started a new round of betting, betting on how long His Highness Hogg would be beaten.

At the same time, the Great Sage Candice in the Catachan Hive Laboratory also made a sharp explosion, hitting Hogg's dog head with her axe:
"Are you fucking crazy? If you dare to touch the Primarch's genetic samples, aren't you afraid that the Emperor will find out and turn you into a mosaic? This is a slide that you absolutely cannot touch.

And aren't you just giving food to the enemy by doing this? The genetic code of the emperor's offspring has been leaked, can you bear the responsibility?
Damn, you traitor, if you want to die, don't take me with you. No! I have to go back to Mars as soon as possible. I can't stay in this damn place any longer."

Seeing the Great Sage about to leave, Hogg hugged Candice's legs and pressed the Great Sage down like a rebel against his master:
"Teacher, don't run away. I haven't even told you the plan yet. Please listen to my explanation!"

Candice didn't want to listen to a word Hogg said, for fear that she would be punished by the emperor after causing trouble, but the dog was too strong and she couldn't break free, so she could only listen obediently.

Seeing that the Great Sage was in a stable mood, Hogg dragged Candice to the refrigerator again, pointed at the twenty-one test tubes that were priceless treasures and said:
"Teacher, have you ever thought about one thing, why can the Primarch control the legion without any difficulty? Is it really because of the personal charm of my useless brothers?"

As a great sage who participated in the Space Marine transformation program ten thousand years ago, Candice does not believe in personal charm. Not to mention the people far away, even the Hogg in front of her has no bottom line at all. What charm does he have? It all depends on his gene seeds.

Thinking of this, Candice stopped struggling and asked thoughtfully:

"You mean to say that you can use these blood and flesh samples to create a new gene seed so that the Zerg can also have a Primarch of their own."

"What, one? Teacher, you are too conservative. I am the Lord of Dark Light, who has controlled the evil god for ten thousand years. I am the greatest biological master in the empire, a man among men, a male among males. If I only make one hybrid Primarch, others will think I can't afford to eat! If I want to make one, I will make twenty-one."

Twenty-one? Candice thought Hogg was really crazy. To do one secretly was already heresy enough, but to do twenty-one was no longer ordinary heresy. Was he really not afraid of death?
But if Candice was one of those law-abiding oil men, she would never get along with Hogg. After listening to Hogg's plan, an uncontrollable desire to commit suicide made her unwilling to leave, and instead she thought about the possibility of the plan.

Seeing the teacher lost in thought, Hogg did not disturb her, because he knew that the great sage was a person like himself, and would definitely get involved after hearing such interesting research.

As expected, Candice still couldn't control her desire to study, but as an old artist who had not been liquidated for more than 10,000 years, she still had her own rules for survival:
"Hogg, tell me the truth, how can you guarantee that the hybrid you created will not be analyzed by others? Not to mention the distant past, the biotechnology level of the Tyranids is not low. How can you guarantee it?"

Hogg did have a solution to this problem, and explained his design ideas in detail:

"After careful consideration, I still think that our original design idea was correct. It is meaningless to excessively pursue quantitative suppression. It is sufficient at this stage. Completely unlocking the breeding restrictions will not be able to control it at all.

The essence of the psionic control organ we originally designed was to allow Blackwatch to serve as a swarm node in order to better control the bugs, but this thing can no longer be optimized.

So, is there a possibility that it is not our design that is wrong, but the people who are not good enough?"

Hogg's words seemed irrational, but they really made sense. Just like the bolter, everyone knew that the larger the caliber, the better. But why didn't the Astra Militarum use the same model as the Space Marines, but used a smaller version instead? And it wasn't the platform for using the weapon - people. Like the superhuman soldiers like the Space Marines, the Great Sage approved of Hogg's idea, but she still didn't know how to prevent the technology from being leaked, so she motioned for him to speak quickly.

Seeing that Candice had already begun to think about the possibility of the plan, Hogg sneered secretly, thinking to himself, don’t I know you well enough? You still succumb to my amazing wisdom:
"Teacher, you are anxious again. Since Blackwatch can no longer break through, let's think outside the box and put the weapons and people aside. We should create a matrix specifically for controlling the Zerg.

With the help of the mature gene seed technology, plus the life alchemy I learned from Old Man Huang, can't we just not go for the best and just rub out a few unique knockoffs?
The technological blockade is even simpler. We only need the gene seeds. The hybrid does not need to be that strong. We have the final say on the internal gene coding. If we add some of my elements into it, even if it is plagiarized, it will become a fool like me.

Just like a network base station, with the uniqueness of the Primarch, we can also take advantage of their subspace essence for free, allowing the Zerg to have different types of soldiers, so as to build our own Zergstat Corps!"

Looking at the disciple with an excited expression, waving limbs and raising his right hand, the great sage with the Nordic blood of Ancient Terra would have believed it if Hogg had not been drinking Nuka-Cola instead of beer.

Candice's brain was working fast, trying to find loopholes in the plan, but after thinking about it, she found that what Hogg said made sense and the plan was completely feasible.

But just like many things that are obviously good but cannot be applied in practice, the great sage still believes that if this thing is created, it will definitely be shelved by the empire. This is a political issue in itself.

Seeing that Candice was still hesitating, Hogg decided to add the final fuel to the fire and tempted her:

"Teacher, just like the Titan's legs are just for decoration, those bigwigs up there won't understand. Isn't it better to have that space to install tracks? As long as we make the Zergstatt look prettier, who knows they're not human at all?
Besides, don’t you want to surpass your teacher and ascend to the throne of the strongest biological sage in the empire with a great achievement that shocks the world?"

After being fooled by Hogg, Candice completely surrendered and slammed the refrigerator. She, the biological sage Candice Lazar, did it.

"Okay, okay, you are worthy of being my dearest accomplice. Teacher, don't worry. The whole plan is known to heaven and earth, you and I know it, and there will definitely be no third person who knows it. You can rest assured!"

"Then I know what to do?"

Hogg, who was in high spirits, didn't notice and replied casually:

"What should I do? If I know this little secret, of course I will kill you. How can I spare your life? You are so funny, Candice, am I right?"

Turning around, Hogg found that the great sage beside him was stunned, and his whole body was like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on. He was shivering while looking behind him, and a cold power claw was pressing on his shoulder.

"Gurgle~" the sound of swallowing saliva!

ε=(ο｀*)))Alas

(End of this chapter)