Chapter 402: Damn, the Royal Skin Succubus!
Due to a sudden warp storm, many alien ships did not even have time to escape and were directly swept into the Sea of ​​Souls to wrestle with the demons.

At this time when it was difficult to travel, the three legions did not choose to return home, but instead cleared out the remaining aliens in the alert galaxy while resting on the spot and carrying out post-disaster reconstruction.

Although the stargate network has been gradually laid out and the largest Cadia stargate is right next to it, in the vast galaxy, the distance that seems small on the star map is extremely far in reality.

Nowadays, the main way for Imperial ships to navigate is still through the warp, just like taking a high-speed train from home. You can't reach the high-speed rail station as soon as you open the door. Whether you walk, ride a bike, or drive, you must at least reach the destination station before you can take the high-speed train.

This is why even after the Stargate was built, Blackwatch has always been the largest logistics leader in the Empire. Compared with the Webway, the speed of the Stargate is still too slow, not to mention the distance to reach the Stargate.

If you ask why you don't choose to build a comprehensive webway, then you must at least have the supplies. Even the remaining webways today were built by the ancient saints who exhausted the entire clan's strength and took countless years to build.

Not to mention whether there are materials to build it, there is no time limit. As long as the Empire shows any sign of building a webway like it did ten thousand years ago, even the seemingly loyal ogre men will be unwilling to do so. This will completely make the four vendors lose their bottom line.

"So, you chose a compromise solution, using the method of setting up a star gate to reduce the power of the false gods to disrupt the human empire?"

"That's right!"

Looking at Hogg, who was leading a group of black cans to steal from his treasure house, Leinster felt very uncomfortable. It was like seeing the Necrontyr in the past. He always had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

The human lifespan of a hundred years is not long. Like the Necrontyr, they are a short-lived race. But compared to the Necrons who have gone astray, humans are more resilient.

In just 40,000 years, the human race that had died halfway has been revived, and its influence has spread throughout the galaxy. Even though darkness remains, at least there is motivation to move forward.

"Unlike us, we are like dry bones in a grave, completely hopeless."

"What do you mean by a dead bone in a grave? You are clearly just a skeleton." Ross, who was wondering what the red and white ball on the stand in front of him was for, complained:
"Old Wall Lamp, I heard that you Necrons don't have any flesh at all, so does that mean you can't experience the pleasure of bathing and massage?"

After downloading two copies of High and Low Gothic from the King of Figures, Leinster could also understand what Ross meant by massage and bathing, but in the extremely repressive undead social structure, this kind of industry was not allowed.

Plus, Necrontyr usually don’t live past 40, so Leinster, who inherited the family fortune after graduating from the academy, is clearly a novice.

Without even touching the hand of the Mother Deathly Haunter, he was tragically thrown into the bio-conversion device by the Silent King and became a Space Necromancer that was very suitable for the Sunflower Manual.

Even without flesh and blood, Ross, a seasoned veteran with all the five evils, could detect the key elements from the other party's tone and shook Leinster's hand in a very familiar way:

"Big guy, since you have become my father's dog, you are my Ross's good buddy. As long as you tell me how to use that little ball, I promise to give you a good time."

"I heard that a new sauna club has opened on the lower deck, and there are special packages. You're lucky this time. I'll cover all the expenses."

Just like the first time the Corgi went astray, unable to refuse the kindness, the enlightened Leinster flashed his signal lights wildly, and his big eyes revealed three points of curiosity, three points of vulgarity, and three points of rejection, and the remaining 91 points were full of yearning.

"Oh, this is not good! I am just a Necron, I have no emotions at all."

Seeing that this guy had actually fallen for it, Hogg, who was sitting on the side, immediately jumped out, showing the same expression as the Emperor, and said righteously:

"Don't be afraid. After a day of careful consideration, I found that it's not a bad thing for a Necron to become Rick. And once you become Rick, you will slowly regain the emotions you have long lost. If you don't believe me, you can ask the King of Figures!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if it had been rehearsed, a dark shadow emerged from behind the booth where Hogg was hiding. It was the Silver Skull Chapter Master - Trazyn.

Recalling the promise Hogg had made to him, Trazyn was furious. He slammed his head on the ground, pointed at his eyes that were already filled with coolant and said:

"Look, this is the real No. 76 condensate, my body is already shaking!" As if to prove that he was emotionally rich, Taraxin took out a speaker and played the hometown songs of the Necrontyr, twisting his short body and dancing on the spot.

You can doubt the moral integrity of the King of Figures, but you cannot doubt his taste. Accompanied by the folk songs from his hometown, Taraxin danced in an enchanting posture, and even used the short and short body of Doraemon to dance in an exotic style, attracting many cans to dance with him.

In ancient times, Liu Bei visited Zhuge Liang three times at his thatched cottage, inviting him to come out of seclusion.

Today Rick danced awkwardly on the spot and invited his friends to take a sauna bath.

I have to say, it is truly a story that will be passed down through the ages!

"Stop! Stop jumping. I promise. Don't pollute my signal receiver anymore."

Seeing that Leinster had changed his mind and had no intention of trying to cheat him, Hogg still maintained his signature emperor smile and took out a portable Rick generator on the spot.

Looking at this machine which is not completely similar to the bio-conversion device, but at least has a similarity of 89%, Leinster's PTSD kicked in and he actually turned around and ran away.

But in order to fool this undead overlord, Hogg had already spent so much money, how could he let him get his wish? He grabbed the metal thigh and directly pulled this weak metal undead Ogryn back:
"You bastard, don't refuse a toast. Although this is not the Black Light, you'd better be obedient now that you are in my palm, otherwise I will melt you into a toilet and put you in the square for thousands of people to use. And I will broadcast you live in front of all the creatures in the galaxy!

Ah~ Aren't you a Necron? From now on, whenever I see your people, I will send this video to them and make you a hot weapon that has never been seen before or since in the Necron society.

And this is not over yet, I still want to..."

"Stop! I'll go in, can't I go in?" Leinster, who didn't want to die again, had to obey. Without Hogg's guidance, he started the machine himself and made the conversion on the spot.

When a whole piece of psionic crystal is consumed, a silly Rick with a metallic afro on his head emerges.

Feeling the strange touch that he had long lost, Leinster cried and touched his gorgeous hair, wailing:

"It's back, it's all back, my hair has grown back!"

It was a rare occasion that someone wanted to treat us to a bath, so two big guys who were discussing whether the emperor who had turned into bones could be considered the undead of the empire came running over and begged their good brother to take one of them with him.

At this point, Hogg immediately decided that everyone should go together. Since he had money this time, he would pay for all the expenses. This move drew cheers from everyone. After all, they had fought for such a long time, it was time to enjoy themselves.

Following Ross's guidance, the group passed through several secret alleys and finally found the unique massage parlor on the lower deck of the Black Light.

(v) Awesome!

Following a very professional welcome, everyone took their numbers and took their seats. Without a second thought, Hogg asked the waiter to serve the best-selling set menu, which his wallet could afford.

But when a group of technicians wearing gauze clothes and golden crowns entered the venue, Hogg directly sprayed out the Coke in his mouth:
"Fuck, the Emperor Skin Succubus!"

At the same time, the Emperor, who had just defeated those four trash, was having a heart-to-heart with Horus, and waved his hand to spread a golden light, wanting to use Hogg, the bastard, as a negative example.

But when the picture appeared, a huge subspace storm swept out from Terra, and the whole subspace echoed with that roar:

"You bastard, do you want to die?"

(End of this chapter)