Journey to Terra

Misunderstood, Angron tried desperately to explain: "Hogg, it's not like that, listen to me! I just happened to see that book."

Looking at Angron, who was still a youth—likely even younger than himself—Hogg felt a sense of understanding. Having a few small quirks was perfectly normal! It was puberty, after all; back in the day, he had been obsessed with attack helicopters, so liking the Necron was perfectly normal—as if!!

Setting aside the numerous Eldar under his command—who, thanks to his efforts, had at least been classified as abhumans and possessed an aesthetic somewhat compatible with humanity—what on earth was a Necron wearing lingerie? They were nothing but cold, hard metal skeletons! Even as a Primarch, Angron couldn't just be that desperate!

Since Angron was still young and he was his older brother, Hogg decided to take advantage of the boy's youth to properly educate him.

"Little brother, although I am the eleventh, a long-standing tradition dictates that the elder brother acts as a father. Today, I am going to correct your worldview on behalf of Old Man Yellow, so that you may become a useful talent for the Imperium."

With that, relying on his massive physique, Hogg grabbed Angron, positioned him accordingly, and pulled out a belt Emilia had prepared for him, letting it fly.

"Awoo!!"

Even as a Primarch, Angron was left howling under Hogg's violent discipline. Feeling a bit stifled due to his own physical condition, Hogg found the process of whipping the belt until it smoked to be quite relaxing, and he swung it with even more gusto.

"Big brother, stop hitting me!! I won't dare do it again!" With nowhere to hide, Angron cried out. People startled by the noise gradually gathered around to watch the drama.

Seeing that was enough, Hogg put away the belt, dispersed the crowd, and began to output his values to Angron.

"Cry!! Cry more and I'll shave you! It'll take a while to reach Terra, and you won't be resting during this time. I'm going to draw up a rigorous training plan for you. We went to such great lengths to save you, not to get a loser who only knows how to run away. You're becoming just like that kid with the lion in his eyes."

At this moment, the gap between Angron and the future "Butcher of Nuceria" who had the Butcher's Nails implanted was immense. Though gentle, he was far too soft; whenever he encountered difficulty, his first thought was to flee, and that simply wouldn't do.

In the following days, Angron felt the malice of the world. Thinking he had escaped the sea of misery, he instead entered a hellish training regimen. Being able to sense the emotions of others since childhood, he truly felt the disappointment radiating from Hogg and the later-arriving Guilliman, which left him feeling deeply ashamed.

To properly educate Angron, Hogg taught him scientific knowledge and legion management, while Guilliman taught him combat command and various operational logistics.

Hogg was a technical expert who had inherited Old Man Yellow's black technology and possessed the knowledge of a C'tan Shard; among the Primarchs, he could be considered a true technical talent.

As for Guilliman, despite the mocking title of "Strongest Duelist," he faced nothing but true monsters and demons. His own combat prowess was not lacking, and his technique was top-tier—far beyond what a brute like Hogg could compare to.

Moreover, if Angron could learn even a portion of Guilliman's operational methods, he would be able to build a solid foundation for when he eventually returned to his own legion.

After the fleet returned to Macragge for a few days of repairs, Guilliman remained behind. In the final moments, Euten was blessed with another son, and the Adeptus Custodes, who had been waiting for a long time, began escorting the two Primarchs to Terra.

To avoid disputes, a portion of the Blackwatch fleet returned to the Alicia Sector. Having secured sufficient territory, Blackwatch ceased participating in the Great Crusade and began to focus on extreme military expansion.

On the bridge of the Blacklight, Hogg set the development plan for the near future:

1. Expand personnel reserves: Conduct large-scale recruitment within the sectors under Blackwatch jurisdiction, while implementing strict political vetting to ensure every soldier possesses high moral standards and ideological alignment.

2. Strengthen troop integration: Eldar units are officially confirmed as Blackwatch soldiers, entitled to standard legion treatment and protected by the Imperial Truth and the Emperor's son, Hogg Menethil.

3. Establish an Administratum within the jurisdiction: All administrative personnel must undergo vetting, and local performance will be assessed based on targets set according to current conditions.

4. Establish standardized Blackstone devices on every planet: Furthermore, all scientific research must be conducted within areas under the radiation of Blackstone devices, with backup data preserved.

Not knowing how long he would be gone, Hogg formulated several requirements based on the current state of Blackwatch. Lynn and Cordelia were assigned to manage the military and ramp up production.

Tech-Priest Candice Laza was to return to construct the Blackstone devices, striving to analyze and fully master the scavenged xenos technology.

At the same time, Yack was instructed to continue vigorously promoting the Blacklight Doctrine. After all, in the face of Chaos corruption, ideological firmness was the best defense, and it could also attract more Eldar to defect to his side.

Yack immediately declared that in his heart, there was only one deity: Hogg. This infuriated Hogg, who grabbed Yack by the collar and emphasized once again: "Under no circumstances are you to call me a deity."

The Captain of the Adeptus Custodes escorting the Primarchs was stationed aboard the Blacklight. Looking at the meticulous yet peaceful "corn-man" before him, Hogg felt a bit curious. Usually, the Adeptus Custodes who followed the Emperor were incredibly arrogant; even when facing a Primarch like Hogg, they were strictly professional. The Custodian who arrived this time felt a bit different.

Growing increasingly curious, Hogg couldn't help but ask: "What is your name?"

"Ah! My lord, this is the first time a Primarch has asked for my name. It is my honor to inform you that I am called Severus Chris Algenis Farias..."

Listening to the bizarre string of numbers and titles, Hogg felt his scalp tingle and hurriedly stopped the Custodian from continuing.

He had almost forgotten that the names of the Adeptus Custodes were notoriously long, containing their life experiences, earned honors, and various annotations. And this was still the 30K Great Crusade era; by the future 40K, every Custodian's name could contain thousands of characters, essentially a short novel if written down.

"Stop, stop, stop! Do you have a codename or something? I can't just recite this entire string of characters!"

Feeling regretful, the Custodian Captain ceased the torture of continuing his name: "You may call me Kitten; the other Adeptus Custodes call me that."

Hearing the moniker of the Custodian Captain before him, Hogg rubbed his temples, his head throbbing. Combining this with his long history of receiving psychic backhands from the Emperor, Hogg had reason to suspect that the universe he had arrived in was not a normal one.

I wonder why Khorne acts like such an idiot, Hogg muttered to himself.

"My lord, what did you say?" Kitten, the Custodian Captain, meticulously executed the mission given to him by the Emperor: escort the Primarch back to Holy Terra.

"Nothing, Kitten. Just curious about what Terra looks like. After all, I haven't been to Terra yet, have I?"