Chapter 238 How can a gambler lose every day?
A cute kitten may make people happy, but when it shows its claws, the cage may be its only destination.

To the four gods, Hogg is that little kitten. A different kind of tolerance is given to him by the gods, and everyone is determined to get him.

But as representatives of extreme emotions, the four vendors are not the same as usual bootlickers. As genuine gods, the evil god does not care about the drama of mutual consent.

Because of the same goal, four pieces of trash who disliked each other gathered together. Even though each of them had his own little calculations, they could no longer endure it.

Following the plans of the four gods, a violent subspace storm swept across the entire galaxy, and the already turbulent sea of ​​souls once again stirred up tremendous waves.

Feeling the abnormality in the warp, the Emperor in the Terra Palace knew that there was really no turning back this time. No matter what, his grand plan must be implemented immediately.

If the dark fate is bound to come, mankind must tear off the shackles at this moment.

The Emperor, leaning against the window, once again looked down at the home planet of mankind. The midday sun cast a golden silhouette on him, and as the Lord of mankind, he would make his choice.

Looking at Malcador who had always been by his side, the Emperor wanted to sigh a few words, but the figure in tight leather clothes could not stand these two wasted old things.

"Old Deng, you are not explaining your last wishes, why are you sighing? I even doubt whether what Hogg said is true. Do you two really have some secrets that cannot be told to others?"

Alpha's ridicule made the Emperor's face blush. Even though he was an old comrade who was tens of thousands of years old, the Emperor couldn't help having his childish moments. It was a rare opportunity for him to express his emotions, but he was ruthlessly exposed by his own offspring.

As Alpha's true teacher, Malcador never expected that his disciple would become like this. A feeling that the girl was too old to be kept gradually spread in his heart.

But the current Miss Alpha is no longer the loyal Primarch of genes. Although she doesn't interact much with Hogg, she should be the person who is most influenced by Hogg.

After all, it was Hogg's tentacle that turned Alpha from a bald macho man into this leather-clad queen.

No one can tell how much of Hogg's stupid thoughts were contained in it, which made Alpha become the vicious elder sister she is today.

In order to maintain his limited face, the Emperor quickly asked Malcador and Alpha to leave, otherwise it would be unfriendly if they continued talking.

As the most crucial step, Malcador and Alpha bear heavy responsibilities, and all sacrifices are to serve them.

This time, the two will take advantage of the chaos to travel far away, fly to the vicinity of the Eye of Terror with the artifact, and station on a world called Cadia.

For this operation, the Emperor even contacted the group of Rick robot cats and asked these reborn Necrons to lend a hand.

When he came into the underground palace, the emperor stared at the golden throne in front of him in a daze. He finally understood why Hogg called this artifact a toilet when he first saw it.

When the emperor thought that he might really become paralyzed in the future, a trace of pain appeared on his face, and he said stubbornly:
"You damned idiot, just wait and see. Even if I am paralyzed on the toilet, I, Neos, will still be the ultimate winner."

However, if there were other people in the underground palace, they might exclaim, "Good job! You are worthy of being the Lord of Mankind."

But at this moment, there was only the emperor in the underground palace, which made the declaration that should have been full of lofty sentiments seem so stupid. Fortunately, the emperor had already dismissed everyone and made this place his own stage.

Perhaps foreseeing his own fate, the Emperor showed a rare burst of humanity and jumped up and down in front of the Golden Throne, enjoying his few free moments.

The Emperor, who understood the effect of the Golden Throne, looked at this machine which was completely a torture instrument. Even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt itchy all over, as if he saw a dried corpse smiling at him on it.

"Hey!"

Waving his hand to disperse the terrifying illusion, the Emperor knew that he had little time left, so he called in his Seventh Son who had been waiting at the door for a long time with a psychic call. As the chief foreman of the webway construction, Rogal Dorn was one of the five people who knew the plan, but he was still full of doubts about this so-called grand plan.

Looking at their father who was already sitting on the throne, the father and son looked at each other in silence. Just when the Emperor thought that his son did not want him to suffer, Rogal Dorn, who was as hard as a rock, spoke:

"Father, why did you choose me? Is it because I am your proudest son?"

Looking at Dorn's expressionless face, the Emperor wanted to say that you are not, and that Horus is his proudest son, but when he thought that he might be paralyzed in bed and still have to rely on this silly son.

Most of the other descendants have been corrupted by Hogg. God knows what those unfilial guys will do.

In order to make himself feel more comfortable, the emperor replied with certainty:

"That's right, kid. You will always be my proudest offspring."

Upon hearing this, the corners of Dorn's mouth couldn't help but rise, revealing a proud little expression, like a huge fresh lemon.

Seeing that his children were satisfied with just one sentence, the Emperor regretted not caring more about them at the beginning, but now there was no chance, so he could only say to Dorn:

"Come on kid, start this machine, I'm ready."

Dorn naturally would not refuse after receiving the order. He pulled down the huge lever beside him. As the throne began to start, the Emperor no longer cared about the danger line and released all his psychic power.

The intense pain destroyed the Emperor's will, but his goal had been achieved. The Golden Throne perfectly absorbed its powerful force, so that the Emperor who had already crossed the line did not succeed in ascending to godhood.

Feeling the power in balance, even the emperor who was in unbearable pain smiled from the bottom of his heart.

For the grand plan, the most difficult step has been taken, and humans finally have weapons to fight against the evil god.

The emperor who became the ultimate weapon understood that even if he crossed that line, he would only have found a minimum living allowance for mankind.

If he wanted to reverse the dark fate, only sacrifice could tip the scales. Even though he knew that this would cause the deaths of countless humans, the Emperor still nodded to Dorn.

"Go, kid! You have a tough battle ahead of you, and I'll be watching you the whole time."

Dorn left the palace and opened the door. He saw endless Imperial Fist warriors lined up in the square, as if witnessing this historic moment.

Looking at his descendants who had come back from all over the galaxy, Dorn knew that countless people might leave him in the future, but for the future of mankind, he still roared:
"For the glory of the Lord of Mankind, by the Emperor!"

"For the glory of the Lord of Mankind!"

The morale of the Imperial Fist warriors was boosted, and they said no more. They split into two groups and left. One group would garrison in the major fortresses in the Solar System, while the other group would enter the webway entrance under the underground palace.

Five minutes later, the bright star torch that guided humanity forward went out.

The chaotic darkness completely obscured the territory of the Empire, and an inconspicuous fleet took the opportunity to quietly leave Terra.

(End of this chapter)