Chapter 429 Let’s go on a trip
Man is iron and food is steel. Although Shafulin was not allowed to have dinner, Hogg couldn't help it because the imperial guards' cooking skills were too good.

Looking at the two gluttons eating voraciously in front of him, the emperor who originally wanted to have some midnight snack before the game suddenly lost his appetite. There were only a few lemons intact on the entire table, and the rest were all ruined by these two dogs.

Touching the square lemon from his hometown in Dorne, the Emperor became angrier and angrier. Why should this bastard insist on staying here? Couldn't he just go back to Alicia and cool off?
Peeling off the lemon peel and tasting its sour taste, the Emperor advised:
"Hogg, now that the treasury has been taken and the greenskins have started fighting with the fat guy, why don't you go back to Alicia? Holy Terra can't tolerate a bastard like you. All the primarchs are at the front of the expedition. Can't you do something serious like them?"

Hogg snatched the dessert from Shafulin's hand and swallowed the chocolate cake in one gulp, leaving no food for her. Then he turned around and spit scum on Old Man Huang's face and said:

"Yellow skin, you are a bit of a traitor. Without my communication, how could those blue-skinned Titanium people come to garrison Terra?"

"Not to mention that I found Rogal Dorn this time. You chased me away before I even had time to rest. Do you believe that I would turn around and join Mara, leaving you a real loner?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Emperor's face was filled with sorrow, thinking that he should not have allowed the Primarch to see the image of Mara in the first place. Now he didn't even call him father when they met. Even his beloved Horus was bewitched by that bastard.

Only Hogg, the rebellious son, stood by him in the end. However, this was completely different from what he thought, because he was obviously the emperor.

"Hey, how am I inferior to that bastard?"

Hearing this, Hogg didn't know how he had the nerve to say that. He casually took out the Mara diary and pointed at the cover and said sarcastically:
"Old man Huang, do you remember when Perturabo first returned to the Empire? I told you at that time to be nice to the Primarchs. Even if you can't be a good father, at least you should be a human being! When Perturabo just came back, you kept calling him Number Four. You are amazing."

Seeing that the Emperor was still about to refute, Hogg opened the diary and pointed at that passage and said:

"Look at what Mara wrote. Even though he was broke and on the verge of begging, he still thought about preparing gifts for the future when he met the Primarchs. You are really worse than him!

If I wasn't face-blind, all human beauties would look the same to me. Just for this reason, I would choose Mara to be the head of the family. At least she really cares about us, her offspring."

If the Emperor could be persuaded by a few words, then he would not be the Lord of Mankind. He snatched the diary from Hogg's hand and looked at the handwriting that was exactly the same as his own, feeling very unhappy:
"Who would write a diary? Can you write down your true feelings in a diary? I don't believe he has such good intentions. I know my character very well."

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, but Hogg knows what the Emperor fears:
"You're right. Serious people don't write diaries. Just like I always fall asleep and don't have time to express my emotions. But the problem is that the contents of this diary have been seen by the primarchs. Do you think they believe it?"

"Wake up, old man Huang!"

"This is no longer the time of the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago. All the Primarchs know your true identity. It is impossible to win people's hearts by using your psychic sorcery as before.

Don't tell me about loyalty or disloyalty. Now that the Legion has been rebuilt, each Primarch has a powerful army to command, and the Second Crusade is in full swing. All the Chaos forces that were previously hidden under the surface have emerged and are almost all exposed. "

"As long as we eliminate those alien forces that still pose a threat to the empire, the second expedition will surely succeed. After the success, what do you plan to do?"

The emperor was not a fool. On the contrary, he was well-versed in ancient and modern times and possessed truly astonishing wisdom. Countless historical facts have proved a truth: if there were no powerful enemies outside, the internal groups would inevitably split after a long period of peace.

Humans can quarrel for hundreds of floors just because of whether tofu pudding should be sweet or salty. If this were the case within the Milky Way, their thoughts would never be unified due to the different cultural customs in different parts of the world.

Prejudice has never disappeared, it's just that people don't have time to think about it when they are in dire straits. This is the convenience of low human rights, but also the sadness of low human rights. The Emperor is not great, he is just a middle school psychic primitive, but among countless immortals, only he took that crucial step, chose to stand up, and led mankind to revival.

Revival will surely bring prosperity, and after prosperity, human beings will inevitably begin the traditional art of this race - killing each other.

Even if the Primarchs don't rebel, what about the vested interests under them? When the time comes, they will be pushed by everyone and may be dressed in yellow robes and say "it's cold, please wear more clothes".

It was him who made me believe in the Legion ten thousand years ago, and it was also this bastard who made me wary of the Legion now.

Looking at Hogg who was staring at him with a smirk on his face, the Emperor knew that this bastard was up to no good. He was still paving the way for that Mara in the end. Your abacus beads are falling on my face.

"No, it's absolutely impossible. ZJ is a cancer. Even I can't resist the pollution of faith. Why do you think Mara can withstand it? He represents destruction. If we are not careful, the whole empire will be destroyed."

At this time, Shafulin, who had not interrupted, spoke up:

"Emperor, since you can prolong your life with a golden toilet, why can't you make one for Mara?"

"What?" The emperor couldn't hold it anymore after hearing this, thinking to himself, do you think I am willing to sit on this damn toilet? That was only him, otherwise no one could withstand this kind of torture.

Moreover, if Marat is given a throne, where would it be placed? You can't just put a row of people sitting opposite him. If the throne is not a toilet, it will become a toilet.

But the emperor, who wanted to scold this boy for being inhuman, suddenly woke up. He suddenly remembered what Mara said before he left, and hurriedly sorted out all his memories, but in the end he found nothing.

More power is not necessarily better. Considering that his own divine power was about to drop below the warning line, a plan gradually took shape in the Emperor's mind.

As for the person to execute the plan, the Emperor nodded as he looked at Hogg who was refusing to leave:
"My son, I have an idea. It's time to start a new journey. But I'm a little worried about letting you go alone. At least find another..."

Before he finished speaking, the tightly closed door of the underground palace was kicked open from the outside, and a tall figure in golden armor came in front of everyone. It was Rogal Dorn who had just returned.

As soon as he approached, he took out a building blueprint and asked for credit from the emperor:

"Look, father, I have renovated the roads of Terra. I am the greatest architect of the empire. That bastard Perturabo is not as good as me. Why are you two staring at me? Didn't I come at the wrong time?"

“No, you have come at the right time.” The Emperor repeated, his eyes emitting strange golden light: “You have come at the right time, my proudest son! Dorne.”

　There is one more, get some food and go code

　　
　
(End of this chapter)