Chapter 366: Death of Hope? Get up and work overtime!

"Snowflakes are flying, the north wind is howling. The world is vast and desolate! A plum blossom stands proudly in the snow, just for the one I love!!"

"Shut up, Hogg, and stop singing!"

Zhuang Sen, whose mood had just calmed down, was directly infuriated by the physically uncomfortable voice. He rushed to Hogg and wanted to tear him apart alive. Fortunately, his brothers stopped him, otherwise Zhuang Sen might have been beaten to tears by Hogg.

Looking at Jonson, who looked listless and had a lion in his eyes, Hogg suddenly felt that he might have gone too far, but he really couldn't help it. God knew why Abaddon became the warmaster of the empire.

However, judging from the current situation, Abaddon, a marginal figure, is indeed the most suitable person to be the warmaster. At least he will not lead to a monopoly and will allow the complex and ever-changing forces to reach a delicate balance.

But this was not a reason for Hogg to stop laughing, because after announcing that Abaddon would become the Imperial Warmaster, the Emperor still appointed Jonson as his deputy, which was a complete mockery.

Although all the Primarchs came here to comfort Jonson, anyone could see that their motives were not pure, and they were clearly here to watch their eldest brother's fun.

Like Hogg, the Waste Brothers and the Good-for-Nothing Brothers laughed out loud without trying to hide their feelings. Pepeloga and Kiloman were more reserved. Although they wanted to laugh, they held back. Only the Angel was the most sinister and was still fanning the flames:
"Hey, Jonson, you've become the Warmaster, haven't you? Even though you're just a deputy, you're still the Warmaster after all. Although you may have to obey Abaddon's orders in the future and be bossed around by him, we all support you. Calm down!"

Reaching out to knock away the handkerchief handed over by Saint-Gilles, Zhuang Sen became more and more angry. His hands trembled uncontrollably as if he had Parkinson's disease. He said with a groan:

"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down? No one in Terra has taken away my benefits. I even gave a warehouse of canned meat to the Imperial Guards."

"At first, Horus was defeated by me, so I accepted it. But ten thousand years have passed, and Horus has rebelled, and I still can't become the Warmaster. So haven't I worked for nothing for ten thousand years?"

When he thought about the emperor's partiality, Zhuangsen felt that the world was unfair. Why could a little bastard like Abaddon ride on his head? It was unfair.

"I must take back what I have lost. Since I cannot be a Warmaster, I will let the galaxy burn."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Primarchs broke into evil grins. How come you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, also want to come to a big birthday party?
Although they all knew that Zhuang Sen was speaking in anger, they still urged him to join the rebellion. As good brothers, they would definitely help him and make sure that Abaddon knew how dangerous society was.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Hogg simply took out a yellow robe and draped it over Jonson's back. While tying the belt for him, he said something strange about not catching a cold as the weather was cold.

"Hey, you guys are causing me so much trouble. Since my brothers all support me, and I am drinking, I will go and have a talk with my father."

"Good!" The Primarchs cheered.

"Little Zhuangzi! We fought our way through with swords, guns, sticks and clubs. Don't embarrass our Primarch."

"Shit!" Zhuangsen, who was gradually losing his mind, roared, and then walked up the stairs wearing the cloak with the word "Emperor" printed on the back, and was about to die.

As soon as Jonson left, all the Primarchs collapsed on the ground with joy. Even Guilliman was shaking his head, laughing like a fool.

It must be said that although Guilliman usually looks serious, he has a talent for comedy. He and Mortarion imitated Jonson's miserable look just now, which attracted cheers from all the brothers.

Before everyone could figure out how many punches Jonson could take from the Emperor, the door was opened from the outside and a figure with a huge braid on his head walked into the room. It was Abaddon, the Imperial Warmaster.

Looking at this group of uncles chatting and joking in a haphazard manner in front of him, Abaddon thought he had come to the wrong place. He closed the door and opened it again, only then did he confirm that he was not blind. This was the appearance of the Primarch.

As soon as Abaddon arrived, the Primarchs, who had discovered new fun, immediately surrounded him. Hogg even pulled at his conspicuous pigtail and asked:
"Abaddon, you've made it big. Now you've become the warmaster of the empire. Do I have to obey your orders from now on?" "Your Highness, you're joking." Although Abaddon was very happy, his ten thousand years of hiding life had changed him. He went from a young boy who didn't know the situation to a seasoned veteran.

“My position as Warmaster may seem glorious, but in reality I am just a showpiece. If the Emperor hadn’t wanted to give those cousins ​​who went astray a way out, and if I wasn’t the perfect size, I wouldn’t have been chosen as a typical Warmaster!
Uncles, please don't make fun of me. I will always be your good nephew!"

"Hahaha, not bad! Abaddon, you have really grown up a lot. You are much better than that stubborn barbarian Jonson. Don't worry, we are here. Anyone who dares to say anything will be killed immediately."

With Hogg vouching for him, Abaddon knew that the position of Warmaster was secure. The corners of his mouth that had been suppressed could no longer be controlled, and it was as difficult to suppress as a grenade launcher, and he finally laughed out loud.

But Abaddon didn't come here to talk this time. He needed Hogg's help with an extremely important matter, and this matter made him very conflicted.

Taking out Frostmourne, which he had never left for thousands of years, Abaddon handed the greatsword that held his father's soul to Hogg:
"Your Highness, my father has fallen into a deep sleep ten thousand years ago. No matter how I call him, he cannot be awakened. Even the Emperor is powerless. Since it was you who extracted his soul, there must be a solution, right?"

Hogg does have a way, and the idea of ​​resurrecting the dog-man came from this greatsword. It is not a difficult task at all now that the technology is mature.

It is a joke for the Emperor to say that he is powerless. If even Hogg can do it, how can this yellow-skinned guy with 40,000 years of Taoism not be able to do it? Wasn’t it he who resurrected Magnus?
I guess he just wanted to give an explanation to the Primarchs, and this idea was most likely not thought of by the yellow-skinned guy. With his EQ, he simply couldn't have thought of it. It was most likely the idea of ​​his good wife, Malcador.

As for who knows the emperor best, it may be only Hogg among these descendants. Since Old Man Huang wants to give an explanation to the other brothers, Hogg will naturally not make trouble. After all, it is better to solve this matter in advance than to cause trouble in the future.

Looking at the greatsword in Hogg's hand that contained Horus' soul, all the Primarchs were silent. Although they knew that Horus's corruption was beyond his control, the damage of the Heresy was real, and each legion suffered considerable casualties.

Only one in ten of the Night Lords are left, their home planet was blown up; the Thousand Sons now have only a little more than one Grand Company of people, and the Raven Guard, Salamanders, and Word Bearers have all been decimated because of the Heresy, and that's not even counting those from other legions who defected to Horus, it's a complete mess.

Abaddon saw the Primarch's expression. His posture was no longer upright, and his towering braid slowly lowered. But he knew that for his father's sake, he could only beg for forgiveness.

After a long silence, everyone gradually had an answer in their hearts. No matter what, Horus was worthy of the name of brother to all the Primarchs, and he did not think of killing them even when he was corrupted.

"Brother, stop being so fussy. I didn't even say anything about the loss of my home planet. Just revive him!"

"That's right! Koz has agreed, what else can we say? Let's revive him!"

One voice after another made Abaddon raise his head. Even returning to the Empire as Warmaster had not made him so happy.

Looking at Abaddon, whose eyes were shining again, Hogg suddenly felt that his trip was not in vain. Although the cesspool was still the same cesspool, at least the primarchs had gained humanity.

"Let's go, it's time to rekindle hope!"

Holding the bewildered young man with pigtails, Hogg led everyone to leave the room. They wanted to let the first loyal Primarch who died return to the Empire.

But before Hogg and the others could take a few more steps, a scream like a pig being slaughtered came from the palace:
"Quack - Father, stop hitting me. I really don't want to take your place! That cloak is not mine."

"Shit, that's bad! I took the wrong battle robe!"

(End of this chapter)