Chapter 158 Hogg's little secret was discovered.

War always brings death, and when death occurs, the rest of life will inevitably feel the same pain.

And when the world is vast enough, different lives should be able to exist and live together at the same time.

Of course, this is only something that humans in the normal world would think about. Hogg now just wants to kill these annoying little green ants.

At the same time, Hogg also felt that those brainless brothers were becoming more and more outrageous in front of him, completely treating him as a mount.

Hogg, who was extremely annoyed, picked up a Leo Ku on the ground and threw it out. The pure violence gave this pile of waste powerful kinetic energy.

After drawing a graceful arc in the sky, this war machine with a green-skinned orc inside slammed heavily into a fortress.

They successfully destroyed a firepower point that was still resisting stubbornly, clearing the obstacles for the Titan cluster in the rear.

The expedition, which involved half of the Empire's military forces, unsurprisingly achieved a decisive victory, and the green-skinned orcs that were rampant in this star region were brutally slaughtered.

This is not because the orcs are too weak, but because the empire's military force is too large, to an outrageous degree.

Not to mention the tens of billions of mortal auxiliary troops, even the thousands of imperial guards brought by the emperor could chop down green-skinned orcs as easily as cutting vegetables.

This was also the first time that Hogg witnessed the powerful military force of the Imperial Guards, which was completely incomparable to that of ordinary Space Marines.

You know, Space Marines are already superhuman warriors in the eyes of mortals, and these Custodians are superhumans in the eyes of Space Marines.

Each of the Imperial Guards is wearing Achilles power armor, an extremely precious creation that is the epitome of the Empire's individual equipment.

Each set is made of extremely precious gold and other rare materials. Just one piece can consume the production capacity of an ordinary planet, and can temporarily defend against the bombardment of small light spears. It is a real krypton gold equipment.

Even the wealthy Black Watch drooled with envy at the sight of these glittering golden corns.

In order to achieve better combat efficiency, the Ricks, who were good at occupying land and building, directly installed a fortress on Hogg, successfully allowing everyone to enjoy the pleasure of driving the Primarch.

It even carries several Primarchs as pilots, making it an ultimate weapon with both numerical values ​​and skills.

Magnus led his powerful psychics and completely occupied Hogg's head, becoming a real psychic turret.

Angron, who had become addicted to firing cannons, smiled kindly while holding the Armstrong gyrojet Armstrong gravity cannon.

Through the kill ranking list that Hogg had set up in the coalition communication network before the war, everyone could see that the number of kills of these three Primarchs was far ahead.

Closely approaching the number one person on the list - the Emperor.

This fine tradition of visualizing battlefield results has since become a common practice in the operations of human coalition forces.

Looking at the ferocious beast slowly approaching him on the horizon, Ulak Urg's most trusted green-skinned warlord, Dingler, roared:
"Boys! For ~"

"Shut up Snow Leopard!!"

A roar that echoed throughout the battlefield interrupted Beast Dingler who was still trying to make a pre-war speech. Just as his not-so-bright head was trying to figure out what a snow leopard was.

"boom!"

The violent explosion engulfed the beast Dingler who was still thinking. A thick scarlet ray streaked across the battlefield from afar, burning the orc formation back and forth like water. This was the mouth cannon spit out by Hogg, who had accumulated all the energy. The psionic energy in it left difficult-to-eliminate pollution in the places where the ray swept.

"Come on, Hogger, spray them to death, I, Angron, am the most powerful Primarch.

Did you see that? Magnus, the three of us are truly invincible, hahahaha."

Angron, who had thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of being a shooter, laughed wildly, the stick in his mouth swinging wildly in excitement.

A few puddles of saliva accidentally splashed onto Magnus who was standing next to him, causing Magnus, who was a bit of a germaphobe, to feel nauseous, and the psychic spells accumulated in his hands almost exploded.

Looking at his shameful old father, World Eater Kahn showed a tired expression, but who can blame them for being the World Eaters who loved their father the most?

Holding the reinforced handle next to him, Kahn pulled out a World Eater handkerchief from inside his armor. With a helpless look on his face, he approached Angron and wiped the saliva off his face.

"Father, please be careful of your image! Don't learn from Lord Horus. This fortress is full of cameras. Be careful not to be broadcast live by the Black Watch."

Angron quickly held back his words and wiped his face with a handkerchief when he thought that he might become a laughing stock like Horus.

Seeing Magnus, who was spitted on by him, Angron, who had regained his tidiness, heard his inner voice, which was full of disgust for him, and wiped his face with a saliva-stained handkerchief.

This move successfully made Magnus collapse. As if he recalled his experience of showing off his shit in the warp, Magnus started vomiting towards the sky.

A large amount of vomit was blown by the wind and evenly splashed on every soldier, successfully staining Hogg's scalp.

Hogg, who was about to be pissed off by the two idiots above his head, generated several tentacles on his head, tied up these idiots, and started spinning in the sky.

The green-skinned orcs running on the ground listened to the screams of their primarch above them, as they were trampled to death by the huge star monster amid the roar of artillery fire.

Compared with the three people with different styles here, the battles in other battlefields are much more normal.

Lion Jonson, who was good at commanding, was leading the coalition fleet to fight the orcs in the starry sky. The small number of Luna Wolves and Salamanders gathered together to provide firepower support for the ground battlefield.

The Space Wolves work alongside the Emperor's Guards, raiding high-value Ork bosses on the battlefield to prevent these greenskin nodes from commanding the noisy Orks.

But even so, the human coalition suffered heavy losses. Often a ship of soldiers was hit by the dense artillery fire in the starry sky before they even reached the battlefield.

The soul fluctuations caused by the outbreak of death once again formed a tide from the warp, and our big sword-wielding guy took on the responsibility of stabilizing the curtain.

Even so, the Emperor still found time to gather a few psychic spears and join the battlefield.

One strike could clear an area of ​​up to 160 kilometers, causing the green-skinned orcs to doubt their own animals and wonder what kind of monster this is.

With the coalition forces' successive victories, the tide of the warp became more and more fierce, attracting more attention.

The Emperor, who had been monitoring the Warp, discovered something strange.

Looking at the group of strange demons carrying psionic energy and skilled in fishing for debris, the emperor instantly thought of his rebellious son who had done nothing wrong.

"You bastard! I'll come and deal with you after the fight."

(End of this chapter)