Among Webway, Hogg, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the Evil Orcs dusting team that had begun to take shape and showed a mean smile.
Although this group of Evil Orcs has been led astray by Waaagh! Field and regards Rogal Dorn as the boss, the final control is still in the hands of Hogg.
You can reset it with one click like pressing a switch and directly restore the force field targets of these Orks to their factory settings. This is not Hogg guarding against Rogal Dorn.
It's just that without high-dimensional characteristics, it is likely to be contaminated. When the time comes, Gork and Mork will be followed by Ork Brother. This phenomenon is not what Hogg wants to see.
God knows whether Dorn, which has become Ork Brother, will turn into a large Construction Boy. Neither Emperor nor Hogg dare to take this risk.
A group of Imperial Fists soldiers dressed in lemon yellow and with a black cross mark Power Armor walked past. These people were all small foremen who came to direct Orks to distribute the work and carry out construction on a scale of one hundred per person.
Several high-precision analyzers were installed around the construction site to collect data. After all, the experiment still needs to be optimized.
Dorn walked up to Hogg and took off his special yellow-green leather sheath. This was a tool made to better command Evil Orcs. The only drawback was that it was too stupid.
"Brother, has the test data come out? Will I be affected by that so-called Waaaagh stance?"
Hogg, who had not calculated the results yet, asked him to calm down and handed him a glass of lemonade from the table, asking him to moisten his throat first.
While tasting the sweet and sour drink, Rogal Dorn felt that the yellow-skinned fruit inside was delicious, so he threw the uncut fruit on the table into his mouth, chewed it, and asked Hogg what it was.
"Lemon? This is impossible. Lemons don't look like this."
"Don't fight with me, Luo Laoqi. Although your legion boys look the same as Lemon-man, this is not the reason why you are blind. The lemon is what you are chewing in your mouth.
Also, only the pulp of lemons is eaten. Unless the skin is processed, I don't recommend you chew it with the skin. This is an ancient gene I inherited from our father, don't do it!"
Dorn, who had always taken lemonade as the internal drink of his army, did not accept the fact that the yellow fruit was a lemon. In order to prove that the one in his hometown was a lemon, he actually took out a fruit from his pocket.
"Hogg, this is the real lemon, it is the genetic formula of Inwit passed down from generation to generation."
After saying that, he handed it over with a firm look on his face, wanting Hogg to try it.
It's no wonder that Rog is so serious. Because the time span of Great Crusade is so large, each legion has its own culture, and these cultures are also an important part of the legion.
For example, Blackwatch likes to drink cola, which is a source of radiation pollution for mortals, Luna Wolves likes to drink black tea, and Emperor's Children likes to drink wine.
Therefore, it is not surprising for Imperial Fists people who are passionate about lemonade.
But just like that, Hogg was also confused. Let's not talk about why a Primarch would carry a lemon with him. The thing in Hogg's hand didn't look like a lemon! After all, whose lemon looks like a Rubik's Cube.
But in order to prove that he was right, Hogg still ate this weird "lemon". Several tentacles that could analyze the genetic makeup stretched out from his mouth and pierced into the fruit.
Hogg's strange appearance made Dorn frown. He had already heard from his brother Perturabo, who had no dealings with him. Hogg was a rather special brother. Today his eyes were opened.
After analyzing the composition of the genome, Hogg found that this was really a lemon, but it had been artificially modulated to be more durable and cold-resistant, essentially the same as a yellow lemon.
"Dorn, yours is also a lemon, it is a lemon variant that I brought. Maybe the ancestors of your hometown improved its genes in order to be able to eat sour fruits in cold places.
But I advise you to eat less of this stuff, it's a bit acidic and makes me feel uncomfortable."
After swallowing the lemon Dorn brought, Hogg felt his whole body tingling, but he didn't take it seriously. He just thought it was too acidic, so he threw the remaining half into the pocket dimension.
Ron would definitely be confused if Hogg expressed his feelings. After all, he thought lemons were not sour, and it would be fine for mortals on his home planet to eat them.
But he is Rogal Dorn, and he will not take the initiative to ask questions.
Ignoring the dazed Lemon Ogryn next to him, Hogg calculated the monitoring data and found that although Waaagh! Field could make Evil Orcs recognize Dorn as the boss, it could not influence him.
As the new Orks that replaces the green psychic energy with Psionic Energy, their Waaagh! Field must be within the range of Psychic Network to be effective. Dorn does not have the authority to use it and can only be passively contaminated.
Moreover, this group of Evil Orcs used Hogg's genetic samples, so their level of fraud will be even higher. As long as Rogal Dorn pretends to be a fool, he can blend in with them by virtue of his size.
Such data makes Hogg feel uncomfortable.
The good thing is that the Evil Orcs he created is safe and easy to control; the bad thing is that any creature created using his genetic samples will inevitably turn into a fool, which Hogg, who has always regarded himself as a wise man, is unwilling to admit it.
"Dorn, don't worry! You won't be affected. As long as you act like yourself, you can lead them. After all, you are Imperium's strongest construction engineer!
Even my dear 'Pepe' is full of praise for you, but it's a pity that I don't have the opportunity to see you two competing on the same stage, otherwise I would organize a competition for you and make a lot of money."
Hogg's praise made Dorn very happy. Although he knew it was a good word, even a staid stubborn man likes to hear praise, let alone using Perturabo as a foil.
"Yes, I am the greatest architect. Webway Project Letting me execute it is my father's wisest choice."
Looking at the silly boy who was full of energy, Hogg suddenly felt that he seemed a little immoral, but he was relieved when he thought that he had no morals. The best thing to do is to take better care of Imperial Fists in the future.
In order to allow Dorn to better build Webway, Hogg also gave him a pack of seeds that could produce Evil Orcs, which were combined with the Explosive Pod genes of Catachan.
Compared with the spore reproduction of ordinary Orks, Hogg chose to plant trees in order to better control the number. As long as the seeds are put into the soil and watered, a group of powerful Construction Boys can be harvested quickly.
Although the reproduction speed is several orders of magnitude lower, it can make Evil Orcs more controllable and stable. After all, this is the lifeblood of Old Man Yellow - Human Webway.
However, if humans outside knew that the core plan of Imperium was actually executed by a group of Orks, they would definitely look very interesting.
Seeing Rogal Dorn and a group of Lemon-man wearing special leather cases, sneaking into the ranks of Orks like a suit actor, acting crazy and shouting "I am the boss", Hogg smiled with relief.
Hogg, who was just making fun of others, didn't notice that the half "lemon" he just threw into the pocket dimension hit a Zerg Hive Ship.
And that Hive Ship had half its shell melted directly by the lemon juice.