Following the red-skinned dog's pointing finger, Hogg spotted a strange, gigantic machine rumbling nearby. It was furiously digging downward, and the Warp energies raging around it made it clear that this thing was no ordinary machine.
But the craziest part was that Hogg had seen drilling rigs before, just never one this enormous. Thank goodness the body he occupied had such a flexible neck; otherwise, he'd have had to twist it clean off just to estimate the height of the drilling platform.
"It's gotta be at least thirty kilometers tall. Was this thing converted from a warship? Still, I have to say, watching a supersized machine drill into the ground really is a beautiful sight.
I wonder what they'll dig up. Could it start gushing oil? No, that'd encourage mold growth.
But I remember there aren't any oil deposits in the Warp at all. Only Blackwatch goes around digging this stuff up and turning it into expensive plastic figurines to sell..."
Just as Hogg was getting so absorbed in the sight that he was babbling nonsense, the Dog-man Hogg couldn't take it anymore. He'd known for a long time that his never-before-met Emperor had something wrong with his head, but he hadn't realized he had something wrong with his eyes, too.
Grabbing the beak of the Final Protocol, the big dog guided its gaze toward the nearby metal throne and pointed at the blue blob pinned to the seat with nails.
"Your Majesty, wake up! Look over there—look at that throne!
That good-for-nothing showed me the future, but then this self-proclaimed god tried to corrupt me. I don't know where he got the nerve. As you can see, he's already become part of my plan. Do you know what I'm going to do?"
Without giving him a chance to speak,