Chapter 382 I don’t agree with this marriage!

Old people should not read Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and young people should not read Water Margin.

As a true post-00s, Hogg was particularly interested in these two literary works in his previous life, but unlike the various versions of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he only read Water Margin once. (I really want to play Dark Horse!)

From today's perspective, the 108 generals can be said to be heroes, but most of them were petty thieves and were not worthy of being on the stage.

The one who impressed Hogg the most was Song Jiang, the timely rain who always wanted to be recruited.

But unlike that dark-skinned coward, Wang Huron, known as the Galaxy's Timely Rain, is a true outlaw. He does not want to be recruited in advance, but chooses to become the black glove of all the Primarchs.

Originally, this job was contracted by Abaddon, but after he was crowned Warmaster, it seemed a bit wrong for him to lead the Black Legion, so he had to recommend this brother to the boss.

Judging from the state of the empire before, it is not an exaggeration to say that it was the 40th century Song Dynasty. Many loyal and courageous people were falsely accused of rebellion and had to go through repeated atonement expeditions to prove their innocence.

But there are only a few who succeed, and most of the rest either die on the battlefield or become bandits, becoming the so-called black cans.

Just like there are only zero and countless times to dress up as a woman, it is not so easy to get rid of chaos. Many canned goods have been immersed in the energy of chaos for a long time, so they can't go back to the empire now, so they have to choose to be loyal in a roundabout way.

Looking at the famous and unique Primarch in front of him, Huron did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. As Guilliman's son, he of course addressed him as uncle and nephew, calling him uncle more intimately than anyone else.

I don't blame Huron for being shameless, because whether he can successfully whitewash like Abaddon in the future depends entirely on Hogg in front of him. Reborn parents are also parents, and not calling him father is already giving Guilliman face:
"Uncle, don't worry! With me, Wang Xiulun, here, I will ensure that you can successfully enter Comoros. It's just that the journey may be a bit bumpy, I hope you don't mind."

He raised his hand to pat the young man's shoulder, but Hogg found that he was too short after becoming an Eldar and could not reach him at all.

But this time it showed why Huron was so successful. Seeing that Hogg was not tall enough, he knelt on one knee and put his shoulder into Hogg's hand, which showed his ambition.

Hogg was naturally very satisfied with such a smart young man. He pointed at the group of dwarfs looking around behind him and said:

"Nephew! Don't be fooled by their short stature and appearance of being easy to bully. They all have extraordinary skills, and their fighting spirit and endurance are amazing. Each of them has his or her own strengths.

It's just a bumpy ride, it won't do anything to them! You just need to do it, and when you're done, I'll guarantee you a position as a commander-in-chief."

"Thank you uncle for the promotion!"

"Well, do you still call me uncle now?"

Huron grinned, knelt on his knees, shouted, "Godfather, please accept my greetings," and laughed heartily with Hogg.

Looking at the two people in front of her who were in cahoots with each other and did not look like good people at all, Chromie, the guide, frowned. She always felt that her identity as the Son of God was a little worthless. Why was it so cheap that her father liked to have a son so much?

But what Chromie didn't realize was that if she had been like that before, she would have definitely cursed Hogg for being shameless, but now she had been assimilated by the psionic energy and completely turned into a pile of 99% sand sculpture bean sprouts, not far from the group of dwarfs next to her.

With the help of Huron, Hogg and his crew did not board the conspicuous Black Light, but instead boarded a merchant ship to pass through, and they were the so-called tourists.

The name "tourist" may sound strange, but it is true. Since the black light elves have become psionic creatures that are unique to psychic energy, and they have the same cool white hair as Hogg, they have become the real sons of God.

As a result, this group of dwarfs are not only popular within the empire, but also do well among the aliens, especially the Eldar Long-Ear, who are also cousins. After all, having them around means they can obtain an endless supply of psionic crystals.

This strategic material can not only resist Chaos pollution, but even Warp Demons like to collect some of it, so that they can use crystals to enchant their weapons and chop down other Chaos guys.

Naturally, some people will have some bad ideas about this hen that lays golden eggs, but unfortunately, Hogg is not afraid of anyone in the physical universe. Even in the subspace, he has the help of kobolds and the Burning Legion. Anyone who dares to touch this group of dwarfs will be treated with double zero tolerance. Even if he dies, he will be killed again.

After discovering that the dwarfs can produce more psionic crystals when they are in a good mood, almost all forces are willing to let them come and live here, even if it means reimbursing their travel expenses.

Therefore, when he saw that there were a total of 100 Black Light Elves traveling to Comoros, the Black Bean Sprout Commander stationed at the gate of the Webway went to greet them in person without saying a word, and also allocated a large sum of errand fees to Huron, the middleman.

As a Dark Eldar born after the Day of Doom, Wesker knew that Commorros had a bad reputation, but he still worked hard to promote the unique features of his hometown, for fear of scaring away these cousins.

After all, ever since the youngest lady returned, they had been ordered by that adult not to persecute any black light elves. If they were discovered, they would be faced with a fate worse than death.

"If you want to travel to Comoros, then you have come to the right place. Not only can we connect to other places through the webway, but we also have the largest gladiatorial contest in the galaxy..."

Before Wesker could finish, a huge psionic crystal fell directly on his head. The biggest and most arrogant one among the dwarfs pointed at the statue in the distance and asked:

"Don't make any nonsense of it. Maserati is rich. If you serve us well, we promise you will get benefits. What do those two statues mean? Don't you believe in Slaanesh?"

If someone dared to insult him like this in the past, Wesker would have skinned that person and tossed him to the Bloodthirsty for biological experiments. But the other side gave too much, so he didn't care about his dignity!

Taking a deep breath of psionic energy, Wesker discovered that the crystal was of extremely high purity and was truly top-grade stuff, which meant that these cousins ​​were either rich or noble, and were probably the first generation of Black Light Elves.

Thinking of this, Wesker smiled sincerely, his eight teeth looking even whiter against his dark skin. He looked at the tall statue of the Lord of Black Light and explained:

“It’s normal that you don’t know about this. After all, that gentleman is the son of the Divine Emperor, and he won’t tell you these things. But it’s no secret to us.

I would say you guys really don't know how lucky you are. With two divinely married couples backing you up, no wonder you're so naive!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Hogg became furious and wished he could just restore his original form and tear down this damn place, but fortunately he was stopped by Chromie and avoided being exposed.

Seeing this wealthy elf named Maserati so excited, Wesker laughed and said with a lewd look on his face:
"To be honest, I have some valuable game videos here. If you want them, I'll give you a 20% discount because we're cousins!"

Not allowing this bastard to continue to deceive the crowd, Hogg broke free from Chromie's restraints and punched him, knocking the bean sprout seller to the ground, then pounced on him and beat him up all over his body.

"Fuck you, mother! Shit!"

(Wake up and write, and I will continue writing today.)
(End of this chapter)