Chapter 287 The Third Emperor—Bang!

The world is magical, but Hogg never expected it to be this magical.

As far as he knew, the so-called Greater Good was not the belief of the Human Empire at all, but the core guiding ideology of the Tau Empire.

But the problem is, ten thousand years ago, Blackwatch had already destroyed the possibility of the Tau Empire's revival, and completely treated these blue-skinned creatures as food and materials. There is no way they can rise again!

And then again, as a human citizen, you don't believe in the truth of the empire, but instead believe in the greater good of the aliens. Isn't that nonsense?
But Hogg was not an unreasonable person. After borrowing a terminal from Martha, he sat on a stool and started browsing.

After connecting to the familiar Kara network, Hogg was so angry that he almost died, and his whole body turned red and warm in an instant.

According to the plan that Hogg and the Emperor had made ten thousand years ago, even if the empire could not be drastically changed, it could at least be prosperous and stable, to the point where everyone had enough to eat.

But in just a moment, Hogg had already sensed something wrong from Kara. After numerous screenings, he found that he could not understand this empire at all.

The good news is that the Human Empire has managed to survive until 10,000 years later. Even though the Primarchs have withdrawn from the stage of history, it is still the largest power group in the galaxy.

The bad news is that the Human Empire has once again embarked on the old path of sustainable destruction. Legions have been split up one by one, internal forces are fighting each other, and local people are suffering. Only faith has become their only hope.

And after browsing local documents, Hogg finally knew what those foods with strange tastes were. It turned out to be that damn synthetic starch.

When Hogg thought about the reappearance of this infamous food, he didn't have to guess why the local people turned to good deeds.

As a method of communication used by all races in the galaxy today, Hogg browsed through Kara for the entire day, completely immersed in the past ten thousand years.

As the sun rose, a ray of sunlight shone on Hogg's silver hair. The light, which was supposed to be warm, made him feel a chill.

"Fuck, you idiot Guilliman, do you trust humans so much? Damn you! When I see you, I will beat you to the ground. You dare to pretend to be dead."

Hogg, who was also a Primarch, knew that with the Primarch's strong life, it was impossible for Guilliman to die of illness. He might be wandering around Macragge now.

But even if Hogg guessed that Guilliman had faked his death to escape, he didn't dare to go look for this useless brother now. Who knew if he would fall into the tiger's mouth and be abducted by another evil god.

And Hogg didn't dare to notify Blackwatch. Given the nature of those evil gods, who knows if he notifies them, what will come might not be his stupid son, but a dozen big demons.

What's even more fucked up is that as an R toilet that has been ravaged by Slaanesh for thousands of years, Hogg's pocket dimension has long been lost somewhere, and the only one left, apart from some souvenirs and some small toys, there is nothing useful at all.

"Souvenirs? Yes, the talker is still there!"

Although Hogg did not find any information about Perturabo, he thought that his Pepe would definitely not lose the speaker, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

As the call was made with this magical speaker, it was picked up immediately. But before Hogg could say anything, the indicator light went out instantly.

Hogg, not understanding the situation, called again hurriedly, but was hung up again after the call was connected, as if he had been blocked, without giving him any chance to speak.

In this way, with Hogg's continuous efforts, he finally dialed the speaker before his energy was exhausted, giving him the opportunity to speak:
"Pepe, you bastard, have you grown wings? Why didn't you answer my call? Have you forgotten the promise you made? Send the Iron Warriors to pick me up quickly. I, the Great Master Hogg, am back!"

"..."

Listening to this familiar and annoying voice, Perturabo knew that it was definitely Hogg himself, otherwise it couldn't explain why his fist suddenly hardened.

But even if this wasn't the devil trying to fool him again, Perturabo didn't have the energy to help Hogg, and instead hoped that this bastard would help him.

Unlike the quiet disappearance that everyone imagined, Perturabo was the most unfortunate among the Primarchs. He had no control over his own destiny at all.

Perturabo wanted to slap himself in the face when he thought about how he saw a Slaanesh demon pretending to be Martha and doing a pornographic live broadcast thousands of years ago, and he chased her directly into the Warp but was caught by Khorne instead.

Looking at the endless yellow sand that had trapped him for thousands of years, Perturabo's closed inner world suddenly became a little excited, but in order to ensure that he would not be discovered by the kobolds, he continued to roar:
"My name is Perturabo, and I'm made of steel inside and out, stupid kobold, kill me if you dare!"

Hearing the roar coming from the speaker, Hogg immediately closed the communication link. He already knew where his good brother was, and it would be impolite to listen any further.

However, Perturabo's roar attracted Martha, who had just finished making breakfast. This kind-hearted person, as her name suggests, saw Hogg's gloomy face and thought he was hungry again:
"Child, can't you find your way home?"

Hogg thought, it's not that he can't find the way home, it's that he has a home but can't go back. God knows if he will be kidnapped as soon as he goes out.

His idiot father hasn't shown up yet. Does he really have to wait a few hundred years until he recovers his strength before going out?

Thinking of this, Hogg became hungry again. He picked up the breakfast on the table and swallowed it together with the plate and bread. However, this food without nutrition could not fill his empty psionic energy reserves.

But in order not to worry Martha, he replied:

"It's okay, Martha. Although I have a gambling father, a mother I've never met, a missing brother, and a broken home, these are minor problems. I believe I can get through it.

"Woo woo woo! Damn old man Huang, don't you usually enjoy beating me? Why are you silent now? Hurry up and use your invincible spiritual power to rescue me!"

After listening to Hogg's complaints, Martha instantly imagined a TV series in her mind. She felt even more distressed for this child who suddenly appeared. She stroked Hogg's silver hair and comforted him:

"Hogg, let the past be the past. After hearing what you said, I know that your father is not a good person. Why bother worrying about such an unfilial parent?

Since you have come to me, I will recognize you as my third child! I believe Bruce and the others will also..."

"boom!"

Before Martha could finish her words, the tightly closed door was kicked open from the outside, and a large man wearing a hood rushed in, shot Hogg in the head, and shouted:

"Third what? This is not a secret you should know!"

(End of this chapter)