Chapter 417 Why I can’t even beat a dog.

Speed ​​is power. Hogg, who was running wildly on the webway, thought for the first time that Khan's point of view was correct. Running fast is more important than anything else.

Looking at the greenskin army that was desperately chasing after Blackwatch from behind, Hogg couldn't help but swallow his saliva. That exaggerated number was comparable to that of a natural scourge, and even if Blackwatch had twice the number of troops, they would not be able to defeat them.

Although the human wave tactic has no advantage in the face of heavy firepower, when the number reaches a certain level, it can really be like an ant biting an elephant to death.

In the brief assault just now, even with the advantage of first attack, two-thirds of the mortal auxiliary troops brought by Blackwatch were directly lost, half of the Titan Group was nearly scrapped, and the remaining casualties reached a painful number.

But even though there were heavy casualties, this tactical operation was worth it. Not to mention that it attracted all the greenskins into the Webway, just finding Rogal Dorn was worth the price of admission.

Seeing the group of Imperial Fist hunks who were eating voraciously in the cafeteria, all the Black Watch put down their bowls and chopsticks, thinking, is it really that serious? What kind of guest would pick up the pot and stick his head in to eat?

After picking up the long silver hair from the fried rice, Khorne returned it to its original owner and pushed his portion of fried rice to Dorne who was showing off his rice like crazy:

"You should eat this too! I have no appetite."

Raising his hand to take the fried rice, Dawn poured it all into his mouth without thinking, swallowed it in two gulps, and rubbed the dog's head with his palm while eating:
"Good dog! I've been so good to you before, and you've grown so big after ten thousand years! Have you given birth to puppies? Can you give me one?"

Khorne bared his fangs as his head was rubbed angrily, and turned to look at Hogg who was hesitant to speak:
"Can I bite his hand off?"

Seeing that the dog was really angry, Hogg quickly pulled Khorne over, took out a comb to comb the dog's hair, and whispered to comfort him:
"No, you have to put the overall situation first, Big Goda. So many people are watching you, you must not reveal your identity. Now without the God of War Khorne, you can only be that lazy Goda."

For the sake of revival, the dog named Gotha, who was actually Khorne, once again endured it and chose to sit back in his original position.

But Gotha's concession made Dorne even more indulgent. Perhaps it was because he had lived with the orcs for ten thousand years and had long been influenced by the power of thinking. Even though he was still the stubborn and hard stone of the Empire, he had developed the bad habit of courting death.

After the rubbing just now, Donton felt comfortable. One of his little hands seemed to want to take stock of something. After thinking for a while, he put his paw on the dog's head and made a strange sound from his mouth:

"Suck, suck, suck, wow, so smooth and shiny, what great fur!"

As the God of War, although Khorne has reason, it is not much. It is already a blessing from the Warp that he can endure for the revival of the Ainugami one more time. Seeing that this bastard dared to rub his head, the anger in his heart could not be stopped and increased wildly.

"Click"

“┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~”

In the blink of an eye, a bloody mouth opened, and before anyone could react, a thick forearm was bitten off on the spot with the sound of breaking bones.

Before Dorn could react, he was thrown to the ground by the dog, who had already "held back a trick" and was hit by a heavy punch from the dog:
"Ah! You bastard, you dare to touch my head? Even the Cursed One has never humiliated me like this. Where do you get the courage?
I really don't know how that idiot raised a bunch of you. Even the most useless demon wouldn't do that. Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Huangpizi."

Even though Khorne had to compress his power in order to come to the physical universe and could only reveal his true form in the warp, he still has his status. No matter how rubbish an evil god is, he is still an evil god.

Dorn, who had lost Xiao Zuo, wanted to struggle to get up, but he was no match for the kobold and could only be pinned down and beaten.

Perhaps the restaurant's soundproofing was too good, the other Imperial Fist guys were busy eating, not noticing that their own Primarch was being beaten by the Furious Scholar, and they even had the leisure to line up with their food bowls. At this moment, just like that moment, he was powerless when he was suppressed by Mao Liman before, and now he is still powerless after being rescued. Wasn't it a waste of life?
Dorn had no choice but to use his hands to protect his upper body, but he only had one hand now. If he protected his left cheek, he would be hit on the right cheek. If he protected his right cheek, he would be hit on the left cheek. In the end, he could not protect anything.

Seeing Hogg leisurely drinking tea, Dorn, who didn't want to be beaten into a pulp, asked for help:

"Hogg, hurry up and save him! Where do you think he is watching?"

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"See? It's good enough that I didn't go over and beat you up. When you beat a dog, you have to look at its owner. Don't you know that Goda is protecting me?
Ah, bah, you just lost a hand, but my dog ​​lost his dignity. Gotha is weak, pitiful and helpless. You asked for it. If you know what's best for you, just take the beating. Otherwise, I will kill you for the sake of justice."

There were so many flaws in these words that Dorn, who was almost beaten into a pig's head, endured for a while, but still couldn't help but complain: "Are you blind? He is four meters tall. What's the point of only losing a hand? Isn't that serious?"

After hearing this, Hogg could no longer remain indifferent, but unlike what Dorn imagined, his good brother not only did not help him, but instead picked up the severed hand and beat his calf madly.

"I told you not to talk too much. I told you not to talk too much. Old Man Huang is not here today. I wonder who can save you."

On one side is the macho man with the Imperial Fist who is concentrating on eating and fighting for the last steak, and on the other side is the spirited young man who is being pinned down and enjoying the beating from both sides. It has to be said that Dorn is still too useless.

Lighting a traditional cigarette, the king and his minister squatted on the ground, puffing out smoke. The ashes that fell with the wind landed squarely on the pig-headed Cornetto.

"Hogg, you saw it. He was the first to make a move. He even dared to rub my dog's head."

"Hey, Lao Qi has been brainwashed by the yellow-skinned guy since he was a child, and even the demons in the subspace know how rubbish his education level is. Give me some face and beat him up. You will have to bear with me from now on."

Throwing away the cigarette butt, Hogg stood up and kicked Dorn, who was still pretending to be dead:
"Get up, you poor bastard. How long do you want to lie down? That cool wavy hairdo is really wasted."

Even Dorn, a stubborn man, had some dignity. After being pointed out, he looked around first, and then found himself eating in the distance before he climbed up with his head covered.

Looking at the broken arm falling to the ground, Rogaldorn felt like crying but had no tears. He thought to himself how come after only not seeing him for ten thousand years, he couldn't even beat a dog. This was unscientific!

While there was still time, Hogg pulled Elsa, who was sleeping soundly in the corner, and asked her to take the severed arm and quickly connect it to Dorn, while he dialed another talker.

Following a burst of electric sound, Alpha's voice came from the speaker:

"Hogg, Omega has already attracted the Nurgle army, where are you?"

"On your head."

Alpha, who was in a demon world, looked up at the sky and saw a big hole torn in the sky that was originally full of dirty spiritual energy. The black hull of the Blacklight jumped out, followed closely by a human fleet.

Listening to the howling of the approaching orcs, Alpha, who had put on his power armor again, snapped his fingers and ordered:

"Let this world burn!"

(End of this chapter)