Chapter 378 Huang Tian is dead, witchcraft bacon!
Holy Terra.

Looking at the emperor slumped on the golden throne and spitting foul language, Malcador knew that his old friend had gone offline to open boxes again. Perhaps he would soon hear rumors that a golden giant had appeared in the empire.

Malcador hated the Emperor's behavior. How could he lie on the throne every day without leaving the house? When he was thirsty, someone would bring him a drink. When he was hungry, someone would bring him food. He could even go offline to beat up the little devil whenever he wanted. And he had to work overtime and die suddenly to clean up your mess.

Over the past seven years, even during the most brutal times of the Plague War, half of the Primarchs were left on Terra by Malcador to review government affairs in order to prevent the Empire, which had been improving slightly, from falling back into the abyss.

The Primarch has worked so hard, but you, the Emperor as his father, are just slacking off here. For the first time, Malcador missed Hogg. Although Hogg was not a good guy either, at least with him around, the Emperor did not dare to be too presumptuous.

"Oh, my Lord! Hogg and Guilliman are not coming back. If you keep going like this, you'll get beaten!"

Malcador's advice was indeed loyal, but the emperor was just like the incompetent rulers of previous dynasties. He refused to listen at all. Instead, he patted his increasingly round face and said jokingly:

"What are you afraid of? Do you think that bastard Hogg can beat me? Unless all the primarchs attack together, I, Neos, will be the strongest in the world. You have to believe in my education level, old horse."

Good words cannot persuade a damned ghost. Malcador said this, which was worthy of thousands of years of friendship. He finally understood why those immortals left the Emperor. Judging from their foolish and lazy appearance, he was really blind at the time.

But despite all the complaints, Malcador still found a team of imperial guards and asked them to go to the scene to eliminate the impact. After all, once the golden giant appeared, the state religion's faith would be strengthened, and he would be the one to suffer in the end. He didn't want to be a warp storm generator again.

Perhaps Guilliman is really an expert at spreadsheets. Government affairs that could originally be handled by one person are now tiring for all the Primarchs, and are worse than when he was in power alone.

Seeing the desktop that had just been cleared filled with files again, Sanguinius, with dark circles under his eyes, looked numb. His originally shining white wings had lost their luster. If you didn't know, you would have thought they were flapping chicken wings.

Similar to the angels, almost all the Primarchs were in bad condition. Only Angron, who acted as a connector, was still active, but his condition was even weirder.

Although Angron did not have to work overtime, being connected to the minds of multiple primarchs for a long time had already made him dazed.

Sometimes he thought that no one could see him, sometimes the cat shouted in the corner that he was made of steel inside and out, and he even fantasized that he could fly in the air and almost jumped off the nest.

Not to mention Angron, Sanguinius felt that if this continued everyone would go crazy. No wonder the Council of High Lords worked hard to govern the country at the beginning, but became like fools in the end. This was simply not a job for humans.

Kicking Angron, who was cosplaying as Batman, away, Sanguinius slammed the table and yelled:

"We can't go on like this. Why are we the only ones suffering here while father can slack off while playing games? He is the emperor. This is not fair!"

The primarchs who had fallen into a trance suddenly woke up, and the resentment that had gradually solidified into substance broke through the shackles, causing them to shout:

"Yes, why can Old Man Huang act so arrogantly while we can't even rest for more than ten minutes? This is unfair."

Just when everyone was standing up for justice, Magnus added fuel to the fire. As the Primarch who was best at psychic powers, Magnus immediately checked himself after reacting, and this allowed him to discover the problem.

I saw a ray of golden light being drawn out by Xiao Ma and held in his hand. It had a familiar feeling and it was undoubtedly the masterpiece of the emperor.

Slightly stimulated by the psychic energy, the same voice as Magnus came from the golden light:
"Hey, hey, hey, I have to work overtime! I have to work overtime! This is such an exciting document, I must use my pen to poke it hard into its body!"

"(▼Benefit▼)"

"Fuck, why didn't I want to leave the Government Affairs Office? Turns out it was that bastard Huang who did this."

Sure enough, after discovering the problem, Magnus drew a ray of golden light from the other primarchs one after another. The content of the messages was basically the same, all nonsense about working overtime and obeying orders.

Even the daddy's boy Horus couldn't stand it anymore. Having been spoiled by the four gods, he hated this kind of despicable method of disrupting thinking the most.

At this moment, Horus was extremely angry, and his longings were completely shattered. After all, the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. No one could accept that Bai Yueguang had completely turned into a coquettish roast chicken.

Although he was not a warmaster, Horus was the legitimate son of the First Return. In ancient times, he would have been a crown prince. He pulled out his dusty World Destroyer hammer from the pile of documents and shouted:
"Huang Tian is dead, and Cang Tian should be in power. The one who can resort to such despicable means must not be our father on the throne, damn witch bacon, he must be a spy sent by the evil god.

Brothers, before Hogg left, he told us to keep an eye on the empire. Now that witchcraft bacon is causing chaos in the government, I will not tolerate it! Follow me into the palace - to clear out the emperor's side."

At this moment, even though Horus was not the Warmaster in name, he was already the Warmaster in reality. All the Primarchs drew their weapons and rushed to the Golden Throne. The three brothers guarding the gate of the palace thought that the Primarch was here to discuss military matters with the Emperor, so they opened the gate without even asking, and pointed out that the Emperor was resting on the throne and that they would definitely find him there.

Without stopping, the Primarch immediately charged into the depths of the palace. After Horus kicked open the throne door, they found that the Emperor, the old man, was slacking off inside and asked Aisha to pour him some wine.

When Horus thought that they were about to die from working overtime, and the Emperor was actually living a life of debauchery in there, he was instantly filled with rage and rushed forward with his weapons.

The Emperor found out that the visitor was his beloved Wolf God, and wanted to drink with him, but before he could open his mouth, he was hit hard in the face:
"Damn you witch bacon, where did you hide my father? Hand him over now, or I'll kill you."

Wiping away the blood gushing out of his nose, the emperor no longer cared about drinking. He pointed at his round, fat face and said:

"What are you hiding? I am the Emperor, your father."

"Shut up and don't insult my father!" Looking at the false emperor in front of him who was as fat as a pig, Horus' last bit of doubt disappeared. He simply could not compare the fat pig in front of him with the white moonlight in his heart. Even the association was a blasphemy.

For this kind of dead liar, a heavy blow must be dealt. Horus picked up the Destroyer and hit him with a hammer.

The other Primarchs, who had originally had some concerns, became more and more convinced, as they saw the face of the man on the throne, that this guy was not the emperor at all. After all, although Old Man Huang was a despicable person, he could not be a fat pig!
"Fuck, you bastard, it turns out you are really a spy sent by the evil god. No wonder you haven't left the palace since the end of the plague war. You must be afraid that we will see through your true identity."

Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. No one cares about the emperor's whereabouts now. All they want now is to kill this fat pig to avenge their hatred.

While Horus was attracting attention, all the Primarchs released their essences on the spot, transformed into various demons and rushed straight to the Golden Throne.

Seeing the group of red-eyed Primarchs rushing towards them, Aisha, who was the wine pourer, rolled on the ground. She didn't care about her goddess image anymore. She just rolled into a ball and slid to the corner, using her best defense of crouching with her head in her hands.

Under siege from 11 Primarchs, even the Emperor was exhausted. He had just defended against a crotch kick from Leman Russ when he was hit from behind by his useless brother hiding in the shadows, not to mention the two huge meat shields of Horus and Mortarion in front.

If it were a thousand years ago, even if the Primarchs had liberated their essences to the level of lesser gods, the Emperor would have been able to beat them to their knees. But now the Emperor is only half as strong as them, and he really cannot defeat them.

Without Hogg as a stabilizer, the Emperor did not dare to absorb the energy of the Warp and could only choose to fight the 11 Primarchs alone, hoping to delay until Malcador returned so that he could teach these rebellious sons a lesson.

But the first ones to come back were not Malcador, but the two Primarchs Hogg and Guilliman!
After leaving the time tunnel, the shuttle cabin the two were riding in was broken as expected, but they managed to hold on until the end and return home safely.

As soon as he returned, Hogg stretched out his hand and slapped the unconscious Guilliman violently. He slapped him for half an hour before waking up the big guy who wanted to eat the mouse.

Guilliman retched when he regained consciousness, but no matter how hard he scratched his throat, he couldn't spit out the rats:
"Hogg, why didn't you stop me from eating a rat when you saw me doing so? Do you know how disgusting that thing is?"

Raising his hand, he made another big move. Looking at the empty underground laboratory, Hogg pointed at Guilliman and cursed:
"Just be content. What's wrong with eating a few mice? It's meat after all. If I hadn't stopped you, you would have had kittens with those strong-brained cats. This is the first time I've watched a cat movie in my life. It really polluted my eyes."

Upon hearing this, Guilliman was petrified. Even though he had been inactive the longest of all the Primarchs, his private life was like a blank sheet of paper.

I had never touched a girl's hand except that of my mother, Mrs. Euton, but I didn't expect that my first time would be with a cat.

Without feeling any sadness for Guilliman, Hogg even mocked maliciously:

"Don't worry, I promise that I won't make 100 million copies of this and spread them out, nor will I search all over the galaxy for Strong Brain Cats to let them return to their roots, and I won't modify the database to change Strong Brain Cat to Cat Liman."

"No, please don't!" Guilliman hugged Hogg's thigh and cried, "My dear brother, if this gets out, how can I live? My mother will really beat me to death."

After extorting some benefits, Hogg led Guilliman out of the underground palace and took the elevator to the back of the Golden Throne. As soon as they emerged, they saw the strange sight of the Primarch beating up the old man.

"Brother, do you want us to help?"

"Nonsense, didn't you see Pepe getting beaten up? I'd be willing to be sexually abused and fucked for ten thousand years just to beat up Old Man Huang!"

(End of this chapter)