Chapter 688 I am that one in a million martial arts genius.

The front line is tight, the rear is tight. Different responsibilities and different divisions of labor, everyone has a bright future.

Three months have passed since the emperor disappeared. Without Old Man Huang in charge, everyone is still doing what they should be doing, and they are even more comfortable than when he was around.

After changing her skin, Mara paraded through the streets, attracting countless tourists. At first, she was a little uncomfortable, but when she thought about the fact that she was carrying the name of Neos, she became more relaxed. The only thing she worried about was that her new image would not satisfy the believers.

However, Mara's worries were obviously unnecessary. The people's eyes were sharp, and every believer who came to Holy Terra for pilgrimage was amazed by the beautiful image and declared that this was the true appearance of the God-Emperor.

Even the Mechanicus believed so. This was the true divine machine, much better than the old bastard who deceived them by raining psychic energy.

Regardless of gender or race, beautiful things are always loved by everyone. With the powerful charm of Mara, Lorgar held a grand church parade, which attracted a large number of believers to the half-crippled church, including some sub-human races that the Emperor did not like before.

Like the blue-skinned little girl, the red-robed grease gun guy, the skin-changing Necromancer, the robed man, the dog-man nun, and the Eldar monk, these are relatively normal. At least they look like human beings in appearance and conform to the general aesthetic of humans.

Others are more bizarre, like the evil orc priest in a religious robe who can bend a tank barrel with a stick; the Zerg war beasts with four arms that are used as religious guards, and no one knows how many arms the God-Emperor they believe in has.

In short, during the three months when the Emperor was away, Lorgar recruited heroes from all walks of life. No matter what your race is, as long as you are willing to believe in the two gods of the Empire, you will have a place in the state religion.

In order to quickly replenish believers to cope with a possible second wave of sacrifices, Luo Jia even put forward the hellish slogan that everyone who believes in the "Imperial Truth" should act as a small firewood.

After seeing Luojia's behavior of only talking about faith and not reality, Hogg thought that the purity was still too low, so he directly found the forging general and specially set aside half of the planet to make small gifts.

Ginny, who was previously fired for writing pornographic books, was sent out by Hogg to take full charge of the production line. She didn't seek to make luxurious products, but they had to be small and cute, and preferably cheaper, in order to become a popular symbol among the residents of the empire.

The result of this is that every time a believer comes to Holy Terra for pilgrimage, he or she will receive a beautifully shaped Q-version Emperor doll with a portable button on the back that can be hung on clothes as a decoration.

If the believers' loyalty is even higher, they can also apply for various accessories that come with the doll from churches in various places to dress up their own unique emperor doll.

Loyalty is the best reward, and at the same time, loyalty gives you some small tangible rewards, which makes the believers' faith more devout and avoids some strange pollution.

The number of adherents of the state religion increased steadily. Lorgar's Word Bearers did not continue to rush to the front lines. Instead, they all scattered into the newly conquered worlds with the Ultramarines to stabilize people's hearts and ensure that these worlds would not rebel again.

Compared to Guilliman, the strongest farming king, Lorgar has the strongest farming ability among other Primarchs. After all, the title of Little Emperor is not empty. With the Word Bearers who inherited Lorgar's talent to carry out early operations, the world that has experienced war can be put back on track.

If those worlds refuse to submit to the king, the charlatan will let them know what a battle priest who can crack a skull with his hands is. No matter what their duties are, they will always be the most elite space warriors in the empire.

As for the Ultramarines, there is no need to mention that their legion was called the Sons of War before it was officially named, and Guilliman is the most fragile one-on-one king who wants to fight everyone he sees. If you dare to rebel, everyone in your area will be loyal to you the next day.

The battle line advanced step by step. Although Zhuang Sen was a barbarian in human form, after getting the position of war commander he had always dreamed of, he did not take quick success or rash actions. Instead, he adopted a very conservative strategy, which greatly alleviated the logistical pressure.

This gave the Legion more time to clean up the conquered worlds, avoiding unnecessary casualties and laying a good foundation for the early governance of the Word Bearers and the Ultramarines.

At the same time, the Hydra Legion, which is in charge of the intelligence department, did not stop searching for the whereabouts of the Emperor, but the result was not ideal, which made Hogg more convinced that the bastard Huang had escaped using a magic circle.

According to normal thinking, the Primarchs would have gone mad looking for the Emperor, but after Old Man Huang went missing, the Primarchs instead thought that this was a good thing. Without this troublemaking yellow-skinned guy, everything seemed to be going much more smoothly.

Mara and Neos are two sides of the same coin. Who says Mara is not the Emperor? And Mara is more popular with the Primarchs than Neos. After all, she is an extremely precious mother in the entire galaxy!
After the initial riots, Hogg, who stayed behind in Holy Terra, did not receive any urging from his brothers for three whole months. Even the Royal Guards had no objections. Instead, they all gathered behind Mara and followed him. Their happiness index continued to rise.

Everyone avoided this unpleasant topic, which made Hogg feel that the eunuchs were anxious while the emperor was not.

Not only that, even the three vendors in the warp, no! The four noble creatures including the kobolds, all had an inexplicable liking for Mara, which was completely different from the Emperor's reaction.

At first, Hogg thought it was a trick, so he found a big demon from the Burning Legion to act as his clone and ran to the kobolds' hometown to ask what was going on. Then he saw the illusion of Mara playing cards with those four idiots, chatting and laughing, and there was also a guy wrestling passionately next to them.

This strange phenomenon made Hogg feel confused. After playing cards for a month without realizing it, Hogg finally woke up. He ran back to the bottom nest of Holy Terra and acted as Batman for a month. He cleaned up from the bottom to the top and killed a batch of insects before he recovered.

Crushing the oil man who dared to resell organs under his nose, looking at the broken limbs and flesh around him, Hogg thought that he must be under too much pressure. Isn't his current life what he wants?

The Chaos threat still exists, but now they have a good relationship with Mara, and they have not planned any conspiracies, nor have they sent Chaos armies to invade the physical world.

Reports of victory from the front lines came every day, and Blackwatch went back to their old business, transporting supplies and fishing every day. If they were lucky, they could even pick up some scraps they liked when the supplies were handed over.

Hogg had a feeling of unreality, but he didn't know what he had forgotten.

"Why not just leave it at that!"

Hogg gave up looking for the emperor and also gave up thinking. After all, Old Man Huang once told him that his dream was to be a scientific research geek, and he didn't want to be an emperor pushed to the front by everyone.

"Since you have chosen to leave, I hope you get the life you want."

Hogg, who had nothing to do, returned to the base, made a pancake cart and set up a stall during the day. At night, he put on his battle suit and became a 4.5-ton Batman. When he encountered injustice, he would use his battle axe to chop off some unlucky bastards.

But no matter how relaxed he was, Hogg always felt as if he had overlooked something, which made him feel bad.

It was another sunny morning, and Hogg pushed his cart to the gate of the palace. Being lazy, Hogg hired a pancake-making apprentice, who was the mechanical monk Mira α034, whom he had met once before.

He took out a recliner and placed it at the door, enjoying the bright sunshine that was rare in Alicia, and watching the Dog-Headed Guards who were practicing boxing at the gate of the palace.

Hogg had also read the Fist of the North Star. Perhaps it was really a magical skill in his original world, but here it was just like Doomsday practicing Wing Chun. The people of the Empire, who had undergone tens of thousands of years of genetic modification, did not have any so-called acupuncture points. Apart from being able to develop some fighting skills against humanoid targets, it had no effect on him.

After all, one force can break ten skills. With one claw from Hogg, the Tactical Fearless turned into a can of yellow peaches. Only those dogs who don't believe in superstition like this kind of fancy moves.

Along with strange howls, a cordon was set up in front of the palace gate, surrounding the dog who was practicing martial arts and the three brothers of the imperial guards who were covered in oil at the door. It was obvious that this place had been treated as a tourist attraction.

There was even a guard who held a money box in front of the door to collect tickets. This had become a personal item for every guard on duty.

Seeing people stopping to put in coins and occasionally taking out their cameras to take selfies, Hogg knew that these people should be pilgrims from other places. They were still wearing newly unpacked dolls, and Hogg could smell the butter smell on them from a long distance away.

At this time, as an apprentice who inherited Hogg's pancake-making skills, Mira pushed the food cart over there, wanting to sell more pancakes. After all, she and Hogg split the profits 50-50. The more she sold, the more she earned. She also had a dog to raise at home.

As the dining car left, Hogg also moved a recliner to the side of the Imperial Guards, took out a sign that offered ten dollars for taking a photo and placed it in front of him, using his status as the Primarch to earn pocket money.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Hogg was never afraid of having too much money. The happiest thing for him every day was to sleep on his treasures. But for some reason, he always felt that his pocket money was getting less.

Because of Hogg, Blackwatch is different from other legions. Although the legion property belongs to everyone, everyone will receive a certain amount of pocket money for personal expenses, similar to the salary of ordinary Astra Militarum.

As the Primarch, Hogg also had some, and more than anyone else, but because his pocket money was the same as Mara's, if Mara spent more, he would spend less. Originally, with the spending and income of pocket money, there should be a balance, but Hogg now found that no one gave him pocket money.

"If no one gives me pocket money, then how did I get my pocket money before? Math can't fool me!"

Hogg couldn't figure it out. He always felt like he had forgotten something important, but that was impossible because no one could influence his thinking unless he wanted to.

But just when Hogg was about to have a good sleep and think about it tomorrow, the guard standing guard behind him took off his helmet and greeted him:

"Good day, Your Highness Hogg."

"Tilis? I thought you had returned to that world over there, but you are here!"

The female guard who greeted Hogg was the unlucky one who fell in from the Guilliman Heresy world line and was then collected as an exhibit by the Figure King for 10,000 years.

Seeing that Hogg completely disregarded the Primarch's dignity and actually ran to the front of the palace to set up a stall and collect fees, Tilis, who was on duty as the Imperial Guard, should have driven him away.

But if he drove Hogg away, Tillis very much suspected that the group of dogs behind him would use the Northern Dog Fist they had practiced on him.

"Yes, Your Highness! I had originally gone back, but my Lord was indeed a little too human. He actually asked me to raise a dog. You don't know, but the dog's name is Hogg.

Every time I open my eyes, I see countless dogs surrounding me, and they also tear down the nest. I really can't stand it, so I came back here. After all, although there are dogs here, at least the dog-men can still talk and communicate, and they won't grind their teeth on my armor.

Oh, right! Why are you setting up a stall here to collect money? I remember the dog man once told me that Her Excellency Emilia would give you a large amount of pocket money every month. Your little treasury wouldn't be stolen by Her Majesty to play cards again, right?"

After asking the question, Tillis felt that she must have asked a stupid question because she saw Hogg staring at her with wide eyes.

"Your Highness, Your Highness? Did I say something wrong? If you really have nothing to eat, you can come to our cafeteria. We are distributing canned Sanniu today."

Hogg didn't want to eat the Sanniu canned food. He finally remembered what he had forgotten. No wonder his pocket money was getting less and less. It turned out that Emilia, who gave him pocket money, was missing. But why did other people also ignore it?
If you encounter something weird, don't think about it, it must be Tzeentch's conspiracy. At least nine out of ten bad things in the entire galaxy are done by that blue slime monster.

Thinking of this, Hogg found out all the abnormalities one by one, and all the unusual things came from the fact that he gave up looking for the Emperor.

After the thought came to his mind, the haze that had been lingering over his head finally dissipated. Hogg seemed to hear four screams in his ears. It was obvious which bastards had done this.

"I didn't expect that a dog-headed man like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes would dare to play tricks on me. Damn it, I am your emperor. This is a shameful betrayal."

Hogg, who had figured everything out, summoned a dog-headed guard, pulled the dog over while it was still confused, and put it in Tilis's place.

"Your Majesty, I want to fight, not work overtime!"

"No, you want to work overtime! It's useless to practice that thing. You are not a martial arts genius who is one in a million."

Even though Hogg was the dog-man emperor and the concept of obedience was ingrained in his genes, he still felt unconvinced when he heard his own emperor say that the martial arts he had practiced were useless, and he performed a set of boxing techniques on the spot.

As the dog-man howled strangely, refusing to retreat, surrender or regret, a layer of blood-red flames suddenly burned on his body.

"Northern Dog - Hundred Splitting Fist."

The sound of breaking bricks was heard, accompanied by the name of Gou Zi's moves that sounded impressive. Seven blood-red light bullets bombarded the ground. Under Hogg's doubtful eyes, seven large holes were blasted out on the floor. The most outrageous thing was that the holes were arranged in the order of the Big Dipper.

"Hahaha, Your Majesty, did you see that? I, Goujiro, am the one-in-a-million martial arts genius Kouya, woof~"

This move attracted cheers from countless onlookers. After all, the dog-men who could join the Imperial Guard were not psychics. Anyone who saw a big dog shooting cool light balls with the power of a tank gun in the air would feel that the money was well spent.

It’s worth it, it’s absolutely worth it. Hogg’s pancake apprentice Mira clapped her hands repeatedly, as if she saw the future achievements of her dog-man Liuliu. She grabbed a handful of coins from Hogg’s cash box and threw them in.

First he was deceived by those four idiots, then he was severely slapped in the face, and finally the apprentice used his own money to reward them. Hogg wanted to curse, but when he saw the little brat next to him, he swallowed it back.

Seeing Hogg's flushed face, Goujiro thought the emperor was excited about his achievement, so he approached with his head held high:

"Your Majesty, am I awesome? I am the martial arts prodigy you mentioned!"

"Ah, yes, yes! I was a little abrupt just now, but this is what you can do, and I..."

Raising his palm and putting his five fingers together, Hogg punched the floor. The powerful brute force was dispersed by the distorted laws of physics. The palace began to shake, and the entire hive felt a noticeable tremor. The floor as far as the eye could see shattered instantly and turned into fine powder.

Looking at the stunned dog in front of him, Hogg did not feel the shame of bullying the weak. After all, he wanted to be strong all his life and he was the number one in the chain of prestige.

But what was unexpected was that the onlookers who witnessed his powerful strength were not afraid at all. Instead, they screamed with excitement. Even the little kids showed bloodthirsty smiles and shouted something like "I want to practice the "Northern Dog Divine Fist".

"No, what are you doing? I am born with supernatural powers. Are you blind?"

Before Hogg could finish, his hand was grabbed by Goujiro, and then Hogg saw a group of dogs looking at him with tears in their eyes:

"Thank you, Your Majesty! I thought you were unreasonable, but it turns out that you have already mastered the Northern Dog Divine Fist. This must be the so-called dark power!"

"no……"

Hogg pulled his hands away, but before he could object, his hands were grabbed by another dog-man.

"I understand. Your Majesty, you want us to be cautious and not get carried away just because we have achieved a small success. Your Majesty, we respect your teeth!"

"Your Majesty, we love you!"

With a relieved smile, Hogg didn't want to explain anymore. He dragged Tilis towards the palace, shouting as he ran:
"Tillis, I have some use for you. Tell Rambo that I have requisitioned her. When she comes back, I will give you a container of canned ant bull food."

For a container of canned food, Gou Zi had to take over Tilis's position, watching his emperor walk into the depths of the palace, and continuing to savor his emperor's powerful moves.

Before the dogs could gain enlightenment in Longchang, a tall figure surrounded by Space Marines walked over. It was Luojia who was recruiting believers outside.

At the same time, Rogdorn, who was guarding the Pluto defense line, received a call from Hogg:

"Seventh Brother! Something has happened to that idiot old man Huang. By the way, find two people to repair the floor in front of the palace. Guilliman went crazy and smashed the floor."

(End of this chapter)