Imperium's Longzhong Plan

Even in the unscientific Warhammer universe, technology remains the primary productive force.

With the addition of two Necron Overlord, Hogg's heretical little gang has grown increasingly formidable, reaching a point where the Inquisition would immediately launch an Exterminatus upon sight.

It must be said that power is a wonderful thing; if Hogg were merely an obscure tin can, he wouldn't even need the Inquisition to intervene—the things he has done would have gotten him killed long ago.

But since he is a Primarch, the Inquisition lads wouldn't dare touch Blackwatch even if they had ten thousand times the courage. After all, if they dared to clamor at Alicia today, they wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow; they'd be stuffed into a sack and made to vanish by nightfall.

Barely two days after arriving at Alicia, Hogg was summoned back by a psychic call from Emperor, who ordered him to bring his Wolf-Herder God along.

To be honest, Hogg has been feeling a bit intimidated by Old Man Yellow lately. He always feels like he is living in the shadow of this Yellow Weasel. From the moment he returned to the Legion and led his first battle, to his current growth into a fledgling C'tan, no matter what he does, Emperor sees through him instantly, as if he's been fitted with a hidden camera.

Could it be that I'll never escape the palm of Old Man Yellow's hand in this lifetime? Hogg sighed while enjoying afternoon tea with Horus.

Hearing this, Horus, who needed a favor, desperately wanted to spill that little secret, but every time he tried to speak, he noticed the Monitor on Hogg's waist flashing with golden light, as if his father would instantly beat him to a pulp the moment he opened his mouth.

"Um, Hogg, have