Chapter 409 Whirlwind Poison Dragon Drill

During the massive Second Expedition, a secret plan hidden behind the scenes was being carried out at the same time. This secret plan even had a higher priority than the expedition.

Similar to how the Great Crusade secretly collected materials for the Emperor's construction of the Webway, all the gains of the Second Crusade were collected from the war zone by Black Watch and secretly transferred to Holy Terra.

Or rather, it was the damaged section of the web located just below the emperor's buttocks.

There is no other reason, it's just that the Webway, a method of hyperspace navigation that allows rapid travel across the galaxy, is too powerful, so powerful that it is an order of magnitude faster than the stargate system created by Blackwatch.

If the Stargate is a relatively stable green train, which is safe but not much faster than sub-space travel, then the Webway is a surface-to-air strategic missile flying in the sky, and you can get off at any fucking time.

Friends who have been bombed by the DF31A modification know that when the speed reaches a certain limit, any interception method is meaningless, and the Webway is such a powerful weapon.

Watching the Emperor Hogg busying about together with the Dark Tide team, I always feel that history is a cycle. In the beginning, I also placed my hope in the Webway, thinking that I could soar into the sky by relying on this highway.

But reality gave him a ruthless fight, and it was a normal attack with a critical hit.

If the grand plan had not been completed smoothly, the empire might have really become a terminally ill and rotting giant as Hogg described.

Seeing Hogg, who knew nothing about psychic energy and was repeatedly hitting the machine with his fists, Sigma, who knew nothing about mechanics, felt that something was wrong and asked:
"Master, are you sure that Mr. Hogg can assemble these three so-called artifacts? Why do I feel that those machines are quite pitiful?"

"Shut up, you pathetic ass!" Hearing someone questioning him, Hogg threw a wrench over and pointed at his white-haired head to defend himself:

"Little thing, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb. This is a repair method that has been considered historically. When I was a kid, I could just hit the TV to play pictures. These three pieces of machinery must be able to do the same."

"Listen up, you three fragments! Hurry up and form a TBM, or I'll tear you apart alive! Go, dog, show them how powerful you are."

The Kobold who was called put down the Maggo Fruit and stood in front of the three fragments in a very invincible manner. He was wearing a pirated Blood Angel power armor and exuded a domineering aura. His two dog eyes were even more sparkling:

"Fuck! Go, ignore—"

A perfect golden spin appeared, and after landing, Khorne pressed his hands down and looked back with a smile, highlighting his versatility.

The three-meter-tall giant dog's backflip on the spot was so amazing that even the Tuqiucha engine, which had transformed into an abominable intelligence, couldn't hold it back and had to reveal its illusion.

The Tuqiucha engine, which had been kept by the Dark Angel, thought it had seen a lot, but it didn't expect that there were actually masters out there.

Even if Khorne seems to be having a brain seizure, he is still a genuine evil god.

From Tuqiucha's perspective, every movement of this big dog is challenging the limits of the physical universe. If it weren't for this body shell filled with psionic energy, it would have torn the dimensional gap long ago.

[Fuck, what kind of freaks are these creatures? I want to go back to the Dark Angels, Zhuang Sen, save me! ]

Tuqiucha, who was crying in his heart, dared not say what was in his heart aloud, not for any other reason, but because this guy was also a Kara keyboard warrior, and the image of Hogg on Kara had been completely demonized, and he was really scared to death.

Seeing the illusion standing there like a fool, the people who gathered around looked at Hogg with suspicion, as if to say that it was because of you that the machine broke down. Hogg, who cherished his reputation, couldn't stand this. You could say he was bad and treacherous, but he couldn't lose face. He pulled out a ball of scarlet psionic energy and pretended to throw it.

This move scared Tuqiucha so much that he cried out. As a creature of the ancient holy spirit, he thought that ball of psionic energy was more disgusting than shit. If it stuck to him, he would be ruined:
"Sir, please don't shoot. I am a good citizen!"

"Good citizen?" Looking at the hooded illusion in front of him that looked exactly like Jonson, Hogg didn't know how he had the nerve to say that.

"Don't talk nonsense. I think you are just not honest. Don't think I won't kill you just because you have been in the Dark Angels for ten thousand years. Change now!"

"What has changed, sir? Please tell me!"

"..."

"Didn't I say that?" Turning his head to look at the Dog-Headed Khorne who was still posing, Hogg was puzzled. He remembered that he said tunnel boring machine.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Khorne grinned and said sarcastically:
"Why are you looking at me? I am the noble God of War. It is well known that I am not good at culture. And how long will I stay here? The KPI of the battlefield over there is still waiting for me to refresh it!"

Kicking the useless dog away, Hogg felt that this guy had changed since coming to the real universe. He became as lazy as he was 65 million years ago. The most annoying thing was that he was still wearing Sanguinius's clothes. How could my Black Watch be inferior to the Blood Angels?

Seeing that everyone except the Emperor was full of confusion, Hogg emphasized again:
"Don't you know what a tunnel boring machine is? It's the kind of tunnel boring machine that can dig a tunnel underground!"

"And these three fragments are the artifacts created by the ancient saints. They can be transformed into a shield machine that can quickly dig a network in the warp space! Do you understand?"

Perhaps because he had heard the device Hogg described, Kane took out a piece of white paper and quickly painted on it, pointing to the stick figure of a huge drill and asked:

"Boss, are you talking about the Tornado Dragon Drill? As far as I know, the Empire doesn't have a mechanical device called a tunnel boring machine."

"What? Which idiot came up with this name?"

"Ahem," the Emperor, who had been silent the whole time, snatched the stick figure and said with a confused look on his face:

"Never mind who came up with the name. It's just a code name. Since the functions are the same, there's no need to think about it. Let's be frank. Can the engine be changed?"

"Yes! You should have said no earlier. I thought you were going to kill me! It's just the Tornado Poison Dragon Drill. The three of us were born to do this."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a burst of distortion and deformation, and the three ancient saints' creations merged into one in an extremely unscientific way, forming a giant metal drill.

Behind this giant drill, there is a cockpit that is very user-friendly, with a postmodern wasteland punk style.

Now that the shield, no, the Tornado Dragon Drill, is available, the real plan behind the expedition can really begin to be implemented. The three artifacts transformed into drills spun rapidly and asked Hogg;
"Sir, have you decided to dig in that direction?"

"No, but I should know where to go after I get some sleep."

(End of this chapter)