Chapter 413: Woohoo! I am the Train King

"Whoop, whoop"

After obtaining the coordinates, the engine roared, and the drill bit spun rapidly, drilling into the virtual latitude and opening a big eye in the subspace on the spot.

But wild boars can't eat fine bran. Hogg, driving such a high-end vehicle for the first time, always felt like he was driving a tractor, especially the strange and inexplicable sound, just like an eight-horsepower three-wheeled vehicle.
Since fighting deep into the Warp will constantly face the corruption of Chaos energy, this operation is carried out by the Black Watch and the Grey Knights, with Hogg as the master control node. Unless multiple evil gods descend, it will be of no use at all.

And they are not afraid even if multiple evil gods come. This time Hogg also brings his loyal Dog-Man Warmaster. The two of them will join forces to let those evil spirits in the subspace see the value of the Dog-Man Empire!
"Hogg!"

"Khorne!"

Woo woo woo, the king and his subject hugged each other and cried. For them, this battle was not only about rescuing Rogal Dorn, an insignificant person, but also the first step in the revival of the dog people.

"Canem imperium magnum facere"

Even without the attention of the public, countless Dogmen still shouted out loud slogans in Gogot to make the Dogmen Empire great again, and then carried out piles of materials and stuffed them into the Whirlwind Poison Dragon Drill with all their might.

The angry Tuqiucha engine yelled and said that he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to overflow, but the dog man who was already in the frenzy of war didn't care about that and just wanted to have a large amount of food.

Since Hogg's return, the Human Empire has gone through four five-year plans. Relying on the two cornerstones of the Kara Network and the Stargate, the empire, with its reduced territory, has become increasingly prosperous and powerful, approaching the level of the middle stage of the Great Crusade.

In this galaxy where everyone is competing for inferiority, after five years of coordinated development, Malcador, who is in charge of the empire's purse, would wake up laughing in his dreams, as he has never fought such a prosperous war.

As the largest clan in the galaxy, relying on their overwhelming absolute numbers and with sufficient logistical supplies, humans are not afraid of any casualties as long as they don't encounter such a shitty death as the entire ship being lost in the subspace.

The Emperor, who was completely treated as a crystal base by the Primarch, was also happy to be free. For him, as long as mankind could be revived, he could accept being scolded by his descendants. What was shame? He didn't care.

The emperor thought to himself, I was a popular socialite in Rome back then, I have seen all kinds of storms, let alone working with kobolds. If Hogg could be used to seduce Slaanesh, he would definitely not hesitate and would pack up and send the bastard away on the spot.

In terms of the lowest level, Hogg cannot be compared with the Yellow Skin Man at all. Even if all the original bodies are added together, they do not have one-tenth of his strength. Apart from caring about humans, he is not a good person at all.

This is also the reason why Emperor Kong was not sent for this operation. Because in this period of total war, once Black Watch left, the defense of Terra would inevitably be weakened, and the Emperor had to guard the home.

The emperor sitting on the golden throne frowned, especially after seeing that the entire Solar Star Region was stationed by the Tau people, there was an indescribable feeling of pain on his face.

"Crack!"

As the flash lights burst, a Tau child holding a ticket asked her mother who was taking her to visit the God-Emperor:

"Mom, why does our Divine Emperor look a little unhappy? Is it because I'm not pious enough?"

Hearing that the customer was dissatisfied, Karis, the ticket seller from Blackwatch who was hiding behind the throne, stood up:

"Your Majesty, please smile. After all, these people have paid for their tickets, and you will get a share of the profits as well."

"..."

The emperor did not speak. He always felt that he had lost all his face. He should not have been so stupid as to believe the nonsense of Hogg, the bastard, who said that he would absolutely guarantee the safety of the rear and send a million soldiers to protect him.

The good news was that although there were no millions of soldiers, there were 800 million Tau combat troops. The bad news was that why should he serve as a tourist check-in point and allow these blue-skinned aliens to enter his sacred palace. Grabbing Carris, the descendant of Hogg, the Emperor whispered:

"Explain to me, Your Majesty, what does it mean to be the God-Emperor of the Titans? Do you think my skin is blue?"

[I think you are just a beautiful little girl with white skin, silver hair and animal ears, less than 1.5 meters tall. ]

Of course, this was something that he could only think about in his heart. Caris dared not say it out loud, so he could only explain:

"Your Majesty, you see, this Tau was trained by His Majesty, Lord Jonson. He is the Holy Tau Emperor, and you are His Majesty's biological father. Everyone in the legion knows that the Tau believe in the truth of the Empire more devoutly than humans. If you are not their God-Emperor, who is?"

"And of all the ticket revenue this time, 60% will be used to fill the logistical gaps, and the remaining 40% will be split between you and the Dark Angels. We at Blackwatch will not take a penny and will only make a profit from selling souvenirs. Just be happy."

The Emperor, who was able to eavesdrop on Hogg's little secrets with the help of the talker, knew that Blackwatch had really invested a huge amount of money this time, and had emptied out everything they had, completely betting their lives and property on this expedition. He had indeed gotten a great deal.

Only when you manage a household do you know how expensive firewood and rice are. War is a test of national strength. Since it is for raising supplies for the great expedition, the emperor has also shown his old face. He doesn't care whether the person opposite him is an alien or not, and immediately shows his signature charming smile.

At the same time, Hogg, who was still digging the webway, was a little annoyed.

Although driving an engine to dig a network of roads is very exciting, it will always feel boring after a long time. But the key is that this thing cannot leave the driver, which is very inhumane.

There are many talented people in Blackwatch, and Hogg soon found a candidate who is very suitable for this position - the white-scarred boy Narisong.

As the son of the Khan, although he has been hanging out in Blackwatch for many years, he has inherited Chagatai's talent for speed. I heard that he has also served as a vehicle driving instructor for Blackwatch.

Hearing that Hogg actually let him drive this awesome and cool god-level vehicle! Every pore of Na Risong's body was dilated with excitement, and he sat directly in the driver's seat.

"Sir, let's not talk about anything else. I will do whatever you ask me to do from now on. Can I speed up?"

"Speed ​​up?" Hogg thought, just speed it up. Anyway, this thing can't be broken, you can do whatever you want to it. Since there are laborers willing to do this thankless job, he is more than happy to do it.

"Drive, drive as fast as you can. Don't let me look down on you."

However, Hogg had no idea how destructive his words were. For the white-scarred guys, who pursued speed, they would do anything crazy for the sake of racing.

With a crackling sound, the drill, which was already spinning madly, broke through the sky and disappeared in an instant at a speed that ordinary people could not understand. The huge air wave even blew Hogg away on the spot.

Along with a burst of shrill dog barking, the whole web channel was filled with the crazy laughter of the racing boy:
"Woo woo woo, so cool! I am the Galaxy Train King—"

"..."

"What are you still standing there for? Chase them all."

① Three-wheeled vehicle: a type of agricultural tricycle that was very common in rural areas in the past. It would make a bang-bang-bang sound every time it was started. But when Corgi returned to his hometown this time, he found that this thing was no longer seen. They had all been replaced by electric three-wheeled vehicles. Moreover, today I drove a three-wheeled vehicle to steal peaches and it overturned. How sad!
　My mentality has recovered in the past two days, and I have resumed updating three times a day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)