Chapter 37 What the Great God of Khorne is, turns out to be a dog!!!

At this moment Hogg felt something was wrong. The energy brought by eating a demon primordial that was similar to a great demon was too much, so much that it was beyond his imagination. His conversion speed was a bit slow to keep up, so the giant beast that Hogg transformed into stayed where it was motionless, trying its best to digest the conflict of energy in its body.

But eating indiscriminately is never good. The psionic energy used to assimilate energy was called back, and the gaze of the warp once again came to this area. A giant sword broke the curtain of reality, and the violent warp energy was poured into Hogg along with an admiring look.

Scarlet lightning tore through the sky, and the sky was shrouded in darkness.

Angron, who was watching the fight between the two aliens, crawled out of the ruins and wanted to leave the place, but Guilliman blocked his way. The induction between the primarchs calmed the frightened Angron down.

"Angron! I am your brother Guilliman. We are here to bring you back to the Empire. Come with us quickly. This place has been contaminated by aliens." Looking at Angron who was running away, Guilliman could only comfort him.

"No, I want to go back. My comrades are still there. I want to save them." The stubborn Angron now only wanted to go back and take a look.

"Sure! When our brothers are back, we can help you find your comrades, but you have to go with us. There are still enemies surrounding this place on the track."

"Brother? Are you talking about this alien?"

Angron said in disbelief, pointing at the monster standing in the ruins opposite him, which looked even more like an alien than the demon primarch that had just chased him.

What is coming will come. Looking at Hogg who is indeed not human, Guilliman can only explain: "Yes! He is our brother, but he can grow bigger, that's all. Hogg!! It's time to go, what are you doing?"

Seeing the motionless Hoggar Guilliman felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Angron, who was present, was also a little Muggle and couldn't tell what it was either. Guilliman could only call for a landing craft to pick them up.

If there was a psyker present, he would definitely be twisted into a chaos egg by the violent warp energy here.

In order to recover the loss, Khorne, who lost the guaranteed card, decided to draw a card for Hogger, a slightly dirty SSR. Although the power of the evil god will be weakened by the veil, Khorne is willing to personally go down to the field to infuse it.

Hogg's mind was brought to a battlefield full of skulls, where endless armies of demons fought just to win a little appreciation from the evil god sitting on the brass throne.

Hogg was a little panicked, but he was no longer panicked after sensing his real body.

A huge roar sounded, and the somewhat confused Hogg heard the whispers of the evil god opposite. All the fighting Khorne demon armies stopped fighting and listened to the declaration of the gods together. Presumably, a champion warrior will emerge and become one of them.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?" The arrogant Hogg was not afraid of Khorne's power and suppressed him with a louder voice.

Khorne was even happier after being interrupted. "Boy, I have high hopes for you. Become my eternal champion! I will grant you unparalleled power."

"Power? What other benefits are there besides power?" Hogg couldn't muster up any interest in listening to Khorne's boring instigation. When he was in the army, his leader asked them to buy popsicles when they did work.

"...In addition to power, I will also grant you the right to become my offspring." Khorne continued to increase the stakes.

"But I am already the descendant of the Emperor. Besides, no one in the Empire can suppress me except the Emperor. If I join you, wouldn't it be like joining Chaos? There will be four more guys to beat me up. Then wouldn't it be a waste of my joining Chaos?"

Hogg remained unmoved, so funny! No matter how rubbish the Empire was, it was still better than Chaos. Moreover, for him who had no essence of the Warp at all, the explosion of the Warp had nothing to do with him. Thinking of those rubbish, although he was rejected again, Khorne felt that there was some truth in it. When he encountered such a good thing that suited his taste, Khorne decided to continue to increase the bet.

"I can build a seat for you next to my throne so that you can become my deputy and share the joy of war with me." This is Khorne's biggest concession. After all, the best things should be reserved for the angels.

Hearing about such a great honor, the surrounding Khorne champions were envious to death. It was really painful that the outsider was the real culprit. They had fought for tens of thousands of years to become a champion, but others could become their immediate superiors as soon as they arrived.

Hogg said nothing, as if he was thinking about the choice. He walked slowly to the front of the stage, stepped over the 888 steps made of the skulls of the bravest warriors, and calculated the time to arrive at the foot of Khorne.

In Hogg's eyes, Khorne was like a dog, and even the best conditions could not arouse his interest.

"Too humble," lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife, these light words dealt a huge blow to Khorne, as if something in his heart was broken.

Hogg continued his monologue, and although his voice was not loud, every demon could hear it.

"Khorne, everything I have belongs to me. Although I am deeply touched by your kindness to me, the one who can gain my loyalty must be a true master, not a humble licker.

I am very tempted by your offer, but I am very uneasy that I can get such a generous reward today, while those old subordinates who have followed you for countless years can only serve as soldiers. I don't want to be abandoned and not promoted like them after joining you. "The ruthless rejection and the disappointed expression on Hogg's face deeply hurt Khorne's self-esteem.

The hurt Khorne stood up directly from the brass throne. The extreme humiliation and anger ignited his little bit of sanity.

Feeling that something was wrong, Hogg decided to take action. Dark tentacles emerged and eroded the stairs under his feet. The figure transformed from his thoughts began to disappear. Not even the evil god could stop him from leaving.

But at the last moment of disappearing, Hogg couldn't help but say: "Khorne, you are not even as good as the liquid flowing out of Slaanesh. Go lick Slaanesh's &%￥, and don't contact me anymore. I am ashamed."

The disappearing afterimage was pierced by the giant sword burning with anger, and the stairs were torn into pieces. The skull where Hogg once stood was blown away, and countless demons were completely destroyed by this blow.

A violent roar came from the northwest Khorne territory of the Warp, which directly set off a violent tide in the Warp, and countless Warp creatures were torn to pieces by the impact.

But this had nothing to do with Hogg. Enjoying the comfort after his bad breath, Hogg opened his eyes and saw Guilliman and Angron squatting at his feet. Hogg felt very uncomfortable due to eating too much. He slowly changed back to his original size and joined the two.

Seeing Angron's resurrection, he greeted his brother enthusiastically. He had learned some information from Guilliman before. His comrades had been found. Although some of them died in the artillery fire, most of them were still alive. The two were waiting for the arrival of the fleet and looking at Hogg's body.

"Thank you, brother. I am Angron." A rough and wounded hand was stretched out.

Hogg put his hand on it and said, "Hogg Menethil, I am your brother. If you encounter any problems in the future, please come to me."

Seeing Guilliman still squatting and not understanding the atmosphere, Hogg kicked him. The Thirteenth Prince reacted and put his hand on it, "Brothers, I am Guilliman (ov)ノ" But Hogg's next words made Guilliman want to pull his hand back.

"Okay! I declare the establishment of the Second Empire, and I am the boss." Three hands were held up, and the actions of the three primarchs in the ruins were recorded by the soldiers who rushed over.

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