Chapter 644: Each Legion’s Unique Skills

When there are too many people, it is easy to get confused. Taking advantage of this rare gathering, the brothers decided to get together once in a while. The time is set on March 3st, and the specific time will be notified in the small group.

In order to fool Hogg, the swindler, Zhuangsen was appointed as the organizer of each event. After all, he and Hogg were the only real people in that deceptive group, and the others were all Azmodai's temporary fake accounts.

After eating and drinking, the indispensable part is bragging. After being fooled by another yellow-skinned man into going to another world, Hogg turned around and went to save the dog. He disappeared from the public eye for nearly 50 years and had no time to show off to his brothers.

In response, Hogg signaled with his eyes to those in the know to shut up, and let him show off, embellishing his 50 years of experience, highlighting that he could solve problems quickly with a formula, and portraying himself as extremely great and glorious.

Of course, the Primarchs also showed their surprise at the right time. Although they already knew what evil things this bastard Hogg had done, they still pretended to listen in order to avoid being exposed.

During the conversation, Horus' strong social skills began to emerge. After Hogg finished speaking, he gradually turned the topic to what the brothers had experienced during this period of time.
Angron was the first to speak. He was frantically pulling tomatoes off Hogg's head. He narrowed his eyes, slapped the data tablet on the table, and projected a holographic projection:
"The hellish place of Vigilance is really not a place for humans to stay. When you go out, you can see aliens fighting each other in front of your door. So in order to better develop the legion, we World Eaters have moved."

Upon hearing Angron say that the World Eaters had moved again, all the Primarchs became nervous, fearing that this group of ominous people who caused trouble wherever they went would become their neighbors.

But when Angron called out a name, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and turned their eyes to Rogal Dorn, who had an expressionless face beside him.

"Why are you looking at me? Necromonroda is not a world controlled by our Seventh Legion. It is the nobles of the hive city who came here on their own. If it weren't for their ability to produce a large amount of ammunition, I wouldn't bother to care. Angron, you can go if you want. Anyway, that place is far enough from my home planet."

Of course Angron would not refuse this kindness. After all, compared with the technologically advanced metropolis of Necromonroda, Vigilance Star was just a ruin and a mere gang. The best thing about them, the World Eaters, was to chop people.

"Brothers, don't worry about my safety. With me here, Nekmonroda will never be in trouble. I can use the foundry here to produce the limited edition Extinction Order that is unique to us World Devourers. I'll give each of you a few to try out. Remember to give me a good review on the Kara website!"

Everyone wants to say that you have misunderstood. We are not concerned about your safety, but the safety of billions of people on Necmroda. A disaster star like you probably won’t die. I hope those unlucky guys won’t die!

Since the Primarch did not disappear, the Space Marine companies that were previously divided into Chapters were merged again to form a more organized legion model. This led to all legions beginning to develop their own side businesses to supplement their household expenses or generate income.

In fact, the formation of this kind of thinking is all due to the two kings of scrolls, Hogg and Guilliman.

Before the Heresy, Hogg and Guilliman taught their brothers a lesson: as long as they were rich enough, they could use force to overwhelm the enemy and overwhelm them with endless canned food and air-transported troops. This left a deep impression on all the Primarchs.

As a result, all the legions at that stage were on guard against Blackwatch and Ultramarines. After all, if these two legions really rebelled completely, everyone would just have to go to bed with it.

From then on, all the Primarchs began to think about how to make their own legions as rich as before, at least so that they don't have to live on that little bit of tax revenue.

It goes without saying that the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists contracted the entire empire's civil engineering projects, while the World Eaters loved the production of Extinction Order, and the Salamanders penetrated the market, providing fine weapons to multiple legions, and incidentally producing counterfeit products for the White Scars.

The Iron Phoenix of the Third Sister and Ferrus family is well-known in the Empire for its excellent workmanship and unique heavy metal aesthetic armored vehicles. Even their mechanical modification services are more powerful than the biochemical modification of Blackwatch! More powerful! Apart from being expensive, there are no disadvantages.

The above are all examples of industrial development and self-generated income, while the following are more bizarre. The first one is the useless brothers. I don’t know what they are thinking, but they have developed a whole set of black-eating-black processes, relying on the complementary styles of the Night Lords and the Raven Guard, and taking advantage of the advantages of the Inquisition and the Assassin’s Court, specializing in digging graves, kidnapping and extortion.

Moreover, these two guys treat not only human gang members but also all equally. Not to mention the three families of Undead, Green-skinned and Bean Sprouts, but also any small races with underdeveloped forces. They will rob them whenever they can.

According to what Coze and Clarks said themselves, this way of making money was provided by Tzeentch. At the beginning, they specially returned to Tzeentch's hometown and asked questions to the Lord of Change in person under his extremely disgusted eyes.

You said that we kidnapped them for ten thousand years, and they worked for you and looked after your house. Now you are irresponsible. That's not going to happen. We two are the natives of the Demon Realm and the real residents of the subspace. The blue bird people can't do anything to us.

In the end, they could only divert the blame, give them advice, talk to them about development, and finally coax and deceive these two useless guys into leaving.

Nowadays, when you enter the realm of Tzeentch, you can see warning signs everywhere that Curze and Clarks are not allowed to enter.

Being so useless that even the evil gods of the warp don't want you is also a kind of ability. Curze and Clarks are not ashamed of it. Instead, they smugly introduce their ideas:
"Don't look at the bad reputation we have. Others want our reputation but they don't have it yet. Even Chaos Demons don't dare to corrupt us."

Turning his attention to the other side, the Space Wolves of the Russ family were also restless. Unlike other legions, the Space Wolves' hometown was poor and cold. Not only did they have no special products, but their reputation was also not very good. They were the stereotypical barbaric legion.

But even a piece of used toilet paper has its uses. The Space Wolves, which appear barbaric and vulgar on the outside, are completely the opposite on the inside. In particular, the biotechnology discovered from Fenris is extremely advanced, and they have sold a lot of combat potions in secret.

And guess what? Based on this barbaric and vulgar stereotype, many Rogue Trader families particularly like to hire Space Wolves as guards, especially those Space Marines with scars on their faces and fur and animal bones all over their bodies. They even spend a lot of money to hire Space Wolves recruits who have just completed recruit training.

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After all, the first impression is mainly determined by appearance. No matter how strong they are, when the Space Wolves stand there, you can feel that their style is different from that of other legions.

This unique way of making money astounded all the Primarchs, especially when they saw their offspring eating and drinking lavishly next door, the disparity was immediately apparent in comparison.

Seeing that his brothers were chatting happily, Horus on the side smiled but said nothing, but from his little expression that said "come and ask me", Hogg could still see his desire to talk.

"Well, Horus, what have you done in these years?"

"Hahaha, I knew you would ask me this. Don't you find that I am different today than in the past?"

Horus' words attracted everyone's attention. After careful examination, they really saw the problem. Mortarion even ran up and exclaimed:

"Fuck, you bald head actually grew hair!"

(End of this chapter)