Chapter 422 Oh, it’s the smell of mother.

One day in heaven is one year on earth. Although it is not the so-called cheating heaven, the subspace is equally cheating. The flow of time is completely misplaced. You never know whether you will complete the voyage on time. Maybe you can even arrive 200 years earlier.

However, there is no such concern in the webway, because the webway is a self-contained system. Although it is built through the subspace, its interior is not connected to the outside world at all. Neither the physical universe nor the subspace can control it.

During the Great Crusade, although the Emperor did not find the right method and could only rely on the evil orcs, a group of ash-making boys, to build a gravel road network that was slightly better than a dirt road, it also consumed a huge amount of resources during the expedition.

After having the Whirlwind Poison Dragon Drill, a magic weapon specially used for digging network channels, even if the material consumption is greatly reduced, the newly built network channels cannot be blown up at will. After all, we should save where we can and spend where we can. The dusting of the construction site will not interfere with the massage in the club.

The journey back is not quick. There are still a large number of greenskin orcs left in the webway after the greenskins passed through. Hogg cannot let even a few of these aliens live, as they will grow a large number of mushrooms in the next year.

He had no choice but to order the fleet to carry out disinfection in the front and protect the white-scarred boy who was driving the drill in the back to recover the web materials.

During this period, Hogg was not idle either. Knowing that his Black Watch would cause trouble as long as they gathered together, he ordered these descendants to bring melta spray guns and carry out level one biochemical clearance operations on the huge Phalanx.

He also personally led the team to provide post-recuperation and repair for those veterans of the Eternal War who had fought with Dorne for thousands of years. By the way, he also provided a wave of Primaris packages to make these strong guys stronger and more Waaaagh!

Looking at the densely packed and neatly arranged culture tanks in the cabin before him, Hogg put the last Fist of the Empire back in place, preparing to seal it again after returning to Holy Terra.

"Well done Dorne. Without these guys, the empire would have been overwhelmed by the greenskins long ago."

"Yes, there were a total of 11 people, but now there are only these few left, and those mortal auxiliary troops may never come back."

Touching the thick glass that was gradually condensing with cold mist, even though it was as hard as stone, Rogal Dorn was still in a very low mood. He was not an emotionless and cold-blooded warlord. The disappearance of every soldier and every heir would bring him a little pain, but he concealed it very well.

"Don't be sad here," Hogg patted Keaiduo's waist and said, "The empire has changed a lot now, and the Imperial Fists are still alive. Remember that kid Lysander? He has become successful now and has become the commander of a legion. You have more than 100,000 descendants now."

"It's just that they have some twisted little quirks!"

If only the first half of the sentence was said, Dorne might be very happy, but he didn't like the second half. What do you mean by twisted little habit? My offspring is the best!

"Hypocrisy and lies. Even if I can't beat you, you can't make up stories. The Imperial Fists have always been the most loyal of all the legions. We are the real Imperial Wall because their Primarch is me - Rogal Dorn."

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It must be said that Rogal Dorn is worthy of being the stone that could control Khorne for 400 years. Even after ten thousand years, that mouth could still become silent in an instant, choking Hogg so much that he could not speak.

Not interested in arguing with him, Hogg simply took out a terminal and handed it over, and very considerately opened the folder with the steel gloves printed on it.

Looking at those shameful historical events in the documents, Rogal Dorn was furious. He never thought that his legion would become such a mess. The most infuriating thing was that they were even surpassed by the Iron Warriors.

"Fuck you, there must be something fishy going on here. I've known for a long time that Perturabo is a dishonest guy. He took advantage of the fact that he came back earlier than me and used his size to bully the weak and snatch our engineering orders. He is so shameless." Although he has a close relationship with Pepe, Hogg really cannot refute this point, because there is indeed something fishy going on, and the person who caused it is himself.

After getting the terminal back, Hogg took Dorn and left the cabin, saying something weird like the boys were sleeping and we should not disturb them.

As a Glorious Queen-class battleship, the Blacklight is not as big as Guilliman's Macragge's Glory, but with the help of pocket dimensions that can be found everywhere, the actual space may be larger than the three flagships. It's just that due to the extremely high level of automation, it doesn't carry so many people.

Whenever the drilling rig at the rear mined a batch of materials, some smaller transport ships would come out from the belly of the Black Light, moving back and forth like little bees to recycle these precious materials.

The happiest thing for Hogg every day is to lie on the sofa and check his own granary with the help of the ship girl Saintlyena, enjoying the unique joy of harvest.

Just like the Emperor and the Kobolds like to open boxes offline, Hogg also likes blind boxes very much, but all his blind boxes are salvaged from the warp by the demons of the Burning Legion.

Of course, it is understandable that you accidentally bring back something during the salvage process. After all, Blackwatch has its own national conditions, and things picked up are not considered stealing.

Seeing that there was an intact small merchant ship in the dimensional warehouse, Hogg thought that the Legion Demons were really powerful. In the past, they would just steal some things, but now they would pack up the ship and take it away. What a thoughtful service!
Arriving at the warehouse and walking into this small but well-equipped merchant ship, Hogg began to enjoy the joy of exploring unknown treasures.

According to his observation, the captain of this merchant ship might not be very smart and did not pay attention to some basic business matters. Not to mention that this ship is not suitable for business at all, the cargoes are also not right. They are all pirated and shoddy products produced by White Scar. It is obvious that the captain is a rich lady who does not understand the market and comes out to experience life.

If you want to know why Hogg knew that the captain was a woman, he is not blind. The captain's room is full of women's underwear. It is impossible for a pervert to sell women's clothing. There are no so-called 158 kinds of genders in the human empire. If they dare to make trouble, they will be kept in line by a single explosive bomb.

Hogg didn't touch the pickled personal belongings. Instead, he was very curious about a diary on the desk. This further strengthened his point of view. After all, who would write a diary? Can you express your true feelings by writing a diary? How despicable!

But Hogg soon overturned his previous evaluation. After reading through this book, which is nominally a diary but is actually a history of misfortunes and tips for getting back into poverty, he was indeed enlightened.

"Tsk, you said you were running a business, but why did you use the trade order signed by the Luna Wolves? The point is that you are really capable. You used the one signed by Horus himself."

"It's fine if you signed it yourself, now Shadow Moon Wolf has been rehabilitated. The key is that the time you ran the goods was wrong, it was completely before Shadow Moon Wolf was rehabilitated!"

Unexpectedly, the joke actually came true. The little remaining morality made Hogg feel a little sympathy for the captain whom he had never met before. He felt that this guy was indeed from a wealthy family, as he was still able to leave behind a merchant ship after more than 1000 years.

"Let me see who this unlucky guy is?"

Turning over the title page that had never been revealed, Hogg decided to pay a little tribute to this peerless master to thank her for the good mood she had brought him.

"Mara? What a great name!"

"Wait! Mara? Does that mean I have a mother?"

(End of this chapter)