Chapter 305: Old Friends Reunite, Intrigue
The world is like a disc, and that despicable boomerang will always fly back to you exactly as it should.

In the same conference room a few hours ago, the special envoy who was once high and mighty was tied up like a dumpling with a bruised face and nose, becoming a pitiful captive.

Looking at the military order in his hand that had been taped up again, Hogg was not surprised at all. He even wanted to laugh. He pointed at the parliamentary seal on it and said to Guilliman, who was looking depressed:
"Brother, I have to say you are such a jerk. You are the dog that you raised, but now you want to bite your master back. What were you thinking? Wouldn't it be better for you to take charge of the empire with your group of Smurfs?"

"Don't talk about him, Hogg. We all disagreed with this matter at the beginning, but this guy was like a moron. He just wouldn't listen and insisted on establishing that stupid High Lords' Council. If I were the regent, the empire would never become like this."

When he thought about how the Emperor had appointed Guilliman as Regent because he was unconscious, he felt regretful and wished he had stood up earlier.

Listening to the accusations of the two brothers, Guilliman knew that he had done something stupid, but he still argued:

“I originally planned to let mortals manage mortals to weaken the influence of the Legion and avoid the second major rebellion, but who knew they would corrupt so quickly and become a group of insects in just a few hundred years.

Do you think I want to be the regent? There are only a few of us brothers, and apart from me, who can manage a government of this size?

Would they let Angron, a killer who only knows how to issue extermination orders, take over? Within a thousand years, all the officials in the empire would be killed by him.

And you, Jonson, you are not as good as me. Don't think I don't know that you are just a mascot in the Tau Empire, and all the big and small things are managed by that old bitch Malcador."

Jonson, who was originally in a good mood, became angry after hearing what Guilliman said. He grabbed Guilliman's neck and shouted angrily:

"You're talking nonsense! I call this ruling by doing nothing. Do you think being a mascot is easy? If I hadn't secretly trained the Black Legion, this empire would have been fucking finished long ago."

The two men were about to start fighting because they were not on the same page. Hogg grabbed their arms and used brute force to wake the two weaklings up.

"Shut up, I've figured it out. Both of you are talented. Each of you has your own unique skills. One of you doesn't understand the viciousness of human nature, and the other is even more vicious than human nature.

I think you really don’t understand. The essence of the problem is not this at all.”

When the two brothers heard Hogg say that they didn't understand the empire, they stopped arguing and looked at the dwarf with suspicion, wanting to hear what tricks he had. Even Hislett, who was standing by as a background, pricked up his ears and listened.

After pretending to be profound for half a minute, Hogg began his trickery:

"Who are we? We are the Primarchs! Why should we be allowed to manage the Empire? It's good enough for us to manage our own territory. This job is entirely the job of Old Man Huang. He has been fishing for ten thousand years. It's time for this yellow-skinned guy to have a sense of crisis."

Although Hogg's explanation did not make sense, the two brothers thought it made a lot of sense. Why should they, as descendants, work so hard while their father, the emperor, can just eat and wait for death?

Thinking of this, even Guilliman's favorability towards the Emperor plummeted, and he began to want to teach this unfilial father a lesson.

However, Guilliman was still unsure about the current situation and asked:
"Then how do we get rid of these disobedient traitors? We can't just kill them all!"

As a physical "saw man", Zhuangsen was not as indecisive as Guilliman. He directly took out a bolter and shot the special envoy who was still squirming frantically on the ground.

With the sound of flesh and blood exploding, Zhuang Sen and Hogg mocked at the same time:

"if not?"

"Alright! You have more people." Seeing that the last hidden danger had disappeared, Hogg and the other two did not stay any longer and flew to Terra in their respective flagships. The fleet, which was already quite large, was now equipped with a large number of Imperial Navy troops.

At the same time, the emperor, who had just finished peeping, was sweating profusely. He knew clearly what he had done over the past few thousand years. When the three rebellious sons arrived, he would definitely be in trouble.

But the problem is that the Emperor is now tied to the Golden Throne and cannot move at all. As soon as he leaves the throne, the aftermath of his instant deification will probably blow up the solar system.

Seeing the emperor with a sad face, the leader of the Imperial Guards, Valdo, thought that he was unwell, so he asked:

"My Lord, your three heirs are coming soon, why are you so sad?"

"Why? Who are those three rebellious sons? If they saw me playing games for a thousand years, they would humiliate me severely."

Hearing that the Emperor was worried about this, Valdor was speechless for a moment, and even his tone became a little stiff, and he replied unceremoniously:

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. I don't know who said, 'I will definitely rescue you', but in the end, it was the person who ran back on his own.

My Lord! You have indeed been too lazy in the past thousand years. There are so many Primarchs waiting for you to find.

What about you? You're either playing games or arguing with others online, but the key is that you're a terrible player.

From top to bottom, everyone in the Imperial Guard has been betrayed by you. Even the entire Imperial Guard can't handle you alone. You should just quit the game! This will be good for the Empire and us."

Unexpectedly, he was mocked by his favorite imperial guards. The emperor, paralyzed in fearlessness, explained:
"I'm not wasting my time on playing around, but using a new method to protect humanity. With the help of the Kara Network, I can better understand the trends of chaos.

Have you seen any signs of Chaos invasion in the Empire in the past thousand years? It's all thanks to me holding those bastards back."

Before the Emperor could continue explaining, a violent psychic storm struck, and the entire solar system felt familiar again.

Looking at the lack of network signal, the Emperor knew that his old friend had arrived, and since Storm Malcador had arrived, the three rebellious sons would surely follow closely behind.

Thinking that Terra was about to go through another baptism of blood and fire, the Emperor put away his rich human side and instructed Valdor:
"I am a kind-hearted person and I cannot bear to see the people of the empire bleed in front of me. Go and close the gate of the palace tightly to prevent the blood from splashing in."

Looking at Valdor walking away, the Emperor smiled at the shadow in the corner:
"Come out my friend, now that you are here, why don't you dare to face me?"

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, a burly middle-aged man walked out from the shadows.

"You still haven't changed, Neos!"

"Yes, you haven't changed either, my former Warmaster!"

PS; due to work reasons, I had to come back early, but I was taken for tea after a certain time. I will probably be out soon. Several of us have to take turns driving, which is probably less than 1000 kilometers. I will post two chapters first, and there will be another chapter before noon.

　There is one more chapter to be posted during the day. I was in such a rush on this business trip that I could only rush back on time. It will be my turn to drive soon. See you in the next chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)