Chapter 288 The First Legion Has No Secrets
Hello everyone, I am Azmodai, a member of the Dark Angels who has been practicing for 2.5 centuries.

Unlike my other battle-brothers, after I joined the Dark Angels, I was assigned to a special department, doing more secretive work.

Although I, Azmodai, was also a passionate man at the beginning and did not like any secret workers, I also wanted to be loyal to the empire with bombs and chainsaws like other battle brothers.

But where there is light, there must be darkness. In order to ensure the stable operation of the empire and to eliminate those secrets that should not be known, I, Azmodai, eventually became a fallen angel by relying on my excellent torture methods.

As the root of the Dark Angels, the Fallen Angels are not often active in the Empire's surface. Instead, they carry out grand plans to save the Empire in various marginal worlds.

Today, in order to investigate a perverted demon invasion, I chose to go alone to a small place called Gotham Town for investigation.

Even though it was quite difficult to sneak into a town full of mortals due to my size, as a leader among the fallen angels, I still arrived at the target door without any effort.

After seeing this target, even I, Azmodai, was almost captured by its blasphemous charm, but this made me more certain that the target was the sex-sadist demon. After all, apart from those pink-skinned demons who fooled mortals, I really couldn't think of what could have disturbed my spiritual mind.

However, just as I was about to use the psionic crystal to expel the demon, I suddenly heard something inside that sounded like "third".

As the noble descendant of the great Primarch, I, Azmodai, will never allow any stain on my father to be created. For this reason, I would rather take the risk of being exposed and immediately prevent this secret from being revealed.

………………

Browsing the memories of the Space Marine in front of him, Hogg retracted the tentacles inserted into his head. He really didn't expect that there would be such a surprise in this small town of Gotham. He could actually meet Johnson's cub.

But the death penalty can be avoided, but the living punishment cannot be escaped. If Hogg had not caught the bomb with his head, Martha might have exploded on the spot, leaving Bruce and Kent orphans.

By then, these two unfortunate kids will really become Batman and Superman. After all, no matter which world the Batman is from, the beginning will be a scene of shooting Martha.

Thinking of this, Hogg picked up Azmodai from the ground and slapped him on the head, which immediately woke up the idiot who had turned into a fallen angel and made him feel the love and care of his uncle.

Looking at the demon in front of him who knocked him down with one move, Azmodai was instantly ignited with endless rage. For him, being captured by a demon was more painful than killing him.

Perhaps sensing the difference in power between the two sides, Azmodai instantly had the idea of ​​dying together, and took out a grenade inlaid with psionic crystals and was about to detonate it.

But for Hogg, Azmodai's little movements were too obvious. In his perspective, it was like a slow-motion PPT, with a sense of absurd humor.

Without giving the little lion a chance to detonate the bomb, Hogg snatched the strange explosive. After discovering that it was actually a psionic crystal, he threw it into his mouth and swallowed it directly into his stomach.

Seeing that even his last trump card was useless, Azmodai refused to accept his fate and tried to overload his plasma pistol to detonate the ammunition on his body, but was knocked to the ground by Hogg's big punch.

Before Azmodai could curse and leave his last words, he heard the Slaanesh demon in front of him say:
"Little lion, if it weren't for Zhuang Sen's sake, I would have beaten you into a pancake long ago."

"Didn't you realize that psionic energy has no effect on me at all?"

After hearing Hogg's question, Azmodai immediately thought of a reasonable explanation. He thought that it was the flood that had washed away the Dragon King Temple. He pointed at the leak in Hogg's mouth and said:
"So, you are..."

"That's right, I didn't expect you to understand it so clearly. I am..." "The Primarch Hogg!"

"Demon of the Burning Legion!"

(╬Д)（д｀）

After another big fight, Azmode, whose half face was swollen, successfully became a fat man.

But even so, Azmodai still said stubbornly:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could a great figure like the Lord of Black Light be a dwarf like you? You are a colleague of the Burning Legion, so I won't mind this matter, but you'd better be careful when you leave this door."

After finishing his speech, Azmodai opened the portable terminal on his arm and pointed to a portrait of a man with a Shamatte hairstyle and showed it to Hogg:

“See? This is the great Lord of Black Light. Not to mention that you are a dwarf who is not even as tall as my waist, your hairstyle doesn’t look like him either!
Everyone knows that Lord Hogg has unique tastes. He is a man among men, the best among the best! He has always been the number one male on Kara's Internet rankings. You... eh? You know what, you and Lord Hogg are a bit alike. "

Following Azmodai's comparison, he gradually became a little uncertain, raised his arm and asked Hogg:
“Is that you in the photo?”

"It was me. I was still very strong back then! Besides, I still remember that it was you who hit me on the head with the explosive bomb just now."

Seeing that the little lion in front of him was still in doubt, Hogg had to take out the family portrait that the little cat gave to each Primarch from his only remaining pocket and handed it to Azmodai.

As a fallen angel who had seen the holy relics of the Legion, Azmoda was certain that this painting was exactly the same as the one enshrined in the Legion, except that the number at the top had become 11, and even the five pigs under the table were exactly the same.

As the person who could take out this holy relic, Azmodai knew clearly that even if the person in front of him was not the Lord of Black Light, he must be a Primarch.

When he thought about how he almost killed his father's brother, Azmodai felt fear for the first time. He even stuttered and asked tremblingly:
"Sir, you won't bear grudges, will you?"

Hearing this, Hogg patted his chest and assured:

"Don't worry, Lion Jonson is my beloved relative, brother, and you are his descendant. How could I be angry with you for such a small matter?

Everyone knows that I, Hogmenethil, am the most open-minded and broad-minded among the Primarchs. All my brothers dare not say a word against me.

Besides, I think that idiot Zhuang Sen should be missing. I won't have any fun beating up a fatherless kid like you, so you can rest assured!"

However, when Hogg finished speaking, Azmodai scratched his head with a troubled look on his face, pointed at himself and said:
"Sir, is there a possibility that my father is not missing at all, but is alive and well?"

　I found that as soon as it rains heavily, the power will go out immediately (д｀)

　　It's so hot! I can't even sleep. Forget it, I'll get up and type on my phone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)