Chapter 720 It’s not me, I’m a good person
The meaning of life lies in eating and drinking, which is the nature of living things. So there is no need to panic when you see long legs in the video and think that you are that thief. This is entirely determined by genes.

But apart from eating dry meals and eating bitter food, people should always have something to pursue, at least to make themselves live more comfortably, so as not to rush for three meals a day and be trapped by basic supplies all their lives.

During this trip, Hogg witnessed the extravagance and decadence of the Eldar Empire, as well as human life in the dark technology era, which brought a great shock to him who had never seen the world.

As for Lorgar, even more so, although he is a genetic Primarch, this charlatan has never had a good life since childhood. In other words, except for very few Primarchs, their living standards are just so-so, even worse than some planetary governors.

The reasons for this are very complicated. On the one hand, because of the subspace, the pursuit of life can easily turn into greed for pleasure, and people who are addicted to enjoyment have relatively weak wills and are easily corrupted by the demons of the subspace.

On the other hand, it is because the basic level is not reached.

Although the Empire is a giant regime spanning the galaxy, its territory is so large that some people are born in Rome, while others are born to be slaves for life. It can be said that the real period of struggle is in the amniotic fluid.

Take the previous Safra Chemical Dog for example. That damn place is even more fucked up than the Barbarus before the transformation. If you breathe in the exhaust gas of the hive city, you will be gone. And it is a literal physical disappearance. The whole person will be melted into pus by the poisonous gas.

Asking these people who find breathing fresh air a luxury to pursue quality of life is truly a case of why not eat meat?

In the ten thousand years since the Great Heresy, the Human Empire has basically been in a state of steady decline. The starting point of its true revival can only be counted from the time Hogg escaped from the Six-Ring Silver Palace, which is less than 200 years at most.

During these two hundred years, Hogg had been looking for good brothers, advancing his grand plan, and making up for his mistakes openly and secretly, but all he had done did not make it possible for Guilliman to become the regent.

You can doubt Guilliman's strength, but you cannot doubt the Thirteenth Prince's management. Only 173 years have passed since the purge of the High Lords' Council, but in these short two centuries, Guilliman relied on his outstanding management to save the half-paralyzed empire.

Not only did he rescue them, but after stabilizing the southern border of the empire, he also accumulated a luxurious fortune for this dark expedition. He also allocated supplies to each legion so that they had the resources to restore their strength, and his operational level was directly maximized.

As for how luxurious this fortune is, other people may not know, perhaps even Guilliman himself is not clear, but Hogg, as the captain of the transport team, knows it very well. After all, in each batch of goods, Black Watch will quietly keep 3% of the freight and the remaining % ​​for fire consumption.

This is also why Guilliman was confused when he saw Black Watch frantically transporting ammunition to the front line. He thought Hogg was using the legion's assets to subsidize it. In fact, these things were all saved by him before.

After explaining all this roughly, Hogg put away the Rambo dog head, jumped directly onto the table, and shouted to the brothers below:

"What are we fighting for on the front lines? Isn't it for the great rejuvenation of mankind? But this slogan has been shouted for more than 200 years, have we really achieved it?
I tell you, no!

We have always believed that as long as we regained our territory, everything would be fine in the empire. However, the failure of the Great Crusade is still fresh in our minds. We cannot repeat the same mistakes. We must govern this empire.

Let the billions of people in the Empire know that as long as they follow the Empire's double eagle flag, they will welcome a better life. As long as they obey our call, they can get rid of the miserable life of being poorly clothed and hungry.

If we don't do it, who can take on this responsibility? History will just repeat itself, with a planet being reconquered and then rebelling under pressure, over and over again. This is a vicious cycle and we must break out of it."

If they were not in the beer hall, Hogg would have wanted to give an impromptu speech, but this was not something he could accomplish alone. It required the joint efforts of all the legions.

"I agree!"

Horus' voice rang out. He was the first to stand up and support Hogg. Perhaps because he felt guilty about the great rebellion, he did not want history to repeat itself. With Horus' support, the other primarchs followed suit and all agreed with Hogg's idea. Now that the general direction had been decided, the next step was how to achieve it.

With the help of this rare gathering, everyone began to discuss. Some started with education, some with food, clothing, housing and transportation, basically covering all aspects of people's livelihood, among which Roland's account was the most comprehensive.

Looking at Roland who was talking in the corner and answering questions from time to time, some people were curious about how the second brother came up with this idea. This was completely different from his usual extremely socially anxious appearance.

Hogg knew why, but he would not explain, because this was Roland's privacy. He would not delve into other people's little secrets like some people would. Lorgar, Russ, and Dorn, who knew the inside story, would not say anything either. They just stared at him blankly.

However, Roland, who often hid in the underground palace, knew everything. Seeing that someone was curious, he explained everything and told the past of the Second Legion.

"Don't think about it. The solution I mentioned is indeed effective. Even if we can't use intelligent control AI, the Angel of Bliss can be used as a processing terminal. Although the efficiency will definitely be greatly reduced, it is safe and controllable."

At this point, Roland added, "In fact, in my opinion, the Empire is too defensive against AI, to the point of being insane. Some basic information processing systems are still necessary, at least to greatly improve the efficiency of government review.

Forget about truly intelligent AI, Chaos won’t leave us this loophole.”

Roland's voice sounded a little vicissitudes, but no one would ignore his opinion. After all, the second brother was really good! He had already died once, so no one would doubt his value.

Taking this opportunity, Hogg took out his harvest again. One was the STC standard construction module that could be used to produce planet transformation equipment, and the other was the anti-gravity individual aircraft he bought from Sera, which he jokingly called the bamboo dragonfly.

The bamboo dragonfly has a simple structure. Except for its core micro anti-gravity generator, Hogg can be mass-produced. The only trouble is to manufacture the corresponding production line.

The real trouble is the stc module. This thing uses nanotechnology and is like a technical black box. Hogg is still researching many things. It can be produced and maintained completely independently. As long as the raw materials are sufficient, it can completely transform the planet's environment. It is much better than the transformation device currently used by the Empire.

Hogg will not keep such a good thing to himself, and will ensure that it is shared with everyone once there is any result, just as if it is a technology investment. Who knows, this thing may become their star product in the future.

The normal meeting lasted for a week, and Rambo was forced to become the clerk and organize the contents into a book under everyone's supervision.

The rotation system of the Primarchs is just right for these legions guarding the southern border of the empire to be tested first, and then fully implemented when the time is right.

As for Rambo, Hogg did not let him sit idle. He directly allocated a sum of money to him and allowed him to open a chain of restaurants in Holy Terra. At least he would not be bankrupted by Old Man Huang and his people.

After having another hearty meal, he returned to the Black Light, ready to dig out the New Year's money he had saved for 20,000 years.

However, when he arrived at the star port, a tall figure had been waiting there for a long time. It was the second Primarch Roland:

"Hogg, I suddenly remembered something. Is it possible that it was you who caused the destruction of our Second Legion?"

"Ah, second brother, are you kidding me?"

(End of this chapter)