Chapter 445: I sat up in shock from my dying illness, and found that the sixth brother was actually me.

As the saying goes, old ginger is spiciest. As a northerner, when Hogg was young, his family often made stews, and stews require ginger to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor.

The key is that ginger looks too much like meat. It often stabs Hogg in the back, forcing him to choose between being scolded and being eaten alive. It can be said to be a true assassin.

At this moment, just like at that moment, seeing Guilliman being knocked down by a punch as soon as he rushed forward, Hogg wanted to curse in his heart.

The momentum of you swinging your sword and jumping and slashing just now would make anyone think that you are a big and powerful guy. But who would have thought that you are just a plastic shell that looks good but is useless. Or even worse than a shell, you are just a floating plastic bag.

No wonder you weren't included in the Great Crusade. With your level of boarding skills, you'd better sit at the kids' table. You're not good at close combat, so why don't you use psychic powers? Guilliman, you bastard, can't you make psychic lightning?

Hogg didn't say this in the end, not because he cared about the loser's face, but because Guilliman fell to the ground and couldn't get up, which was as ridiculous as a football game with a score of 0 to 7.

With resentment towards the rookie, Hogg picked up his big sword and rushed forward. If for no other reason, just because his sword was called Frostmourne, he would surely be able to give this ignorant yellow-skinned guy a good beating.

"Yellow skin, you are an assassin, how dare you stab me in the back? Today, I, your father, will give you some belated fatherly love."

With its extremely high stats, Frostmourne was defeated by Hogg's fierce attack. Even the Emperor was unable to resist.

"good chance!"

Suddenly he felt that the emperor's power was not as strong as before. He wondered if this bastard had burned his own butt by eating spicy snacks. Hogg took advantage of the situation and attacked him hard in the lower three directions, determined to let Old Man Huang feel what it meant to be free of worries.

As the proud leader of the galaxy, the Emperor usually relies on force to overwhelm others in battles. Although he himself is also extremely skilled in martial arts, he has magical psychic powers, so he doesn't need to fight passionately like a melee warrior like Hogg.

But this also led to a current situation, that is, the cat's emperor agility in Fearless was not enough. Although every punch could beat Hogg to the point of shitting and pissing, it just couldn't hit him.

Seeing that Old Man Huang was even more stupid than Ogrin, Hogg reaffirmed his idea that he would change his style in the future and stop being a crappy meat shield warrior. A real man would draw a knife and fight. Then he could put on a cool black robe and become the Galactic Sword Saint. Wouldn't that be great?
"How do you feel, old man Huang? I told you not to backstab me and provide false information. Today I will beat you to your knees. I advise you to surrender quickly, otherwise my big sword will not have eyes."

"Oh, I'm really scared. What do you want to do to let me go?"

Hearing that the emperor was actually surrendering for the first time in his life, Hogden felt that he was invincible. Apart from his greed for money, his biggest wish was to have the emperor kneel down and call him daddy.

Shaking his Shamatte hairstyle, with infinite heroism condensed at this moment, Hogg, holding Frostmourne, snorted coldly:
"Let you go? You wishful thinking. I have tolerated you for a long time, but I am not a heartless person after all. As long as you call me dad today, I will forgive the past, and from now on we will talk about our own affairs. I will call you dad and you call me dad."

The Emperor was not surprised at all when he saw that the bastard had finally revealed his true nature. He had known for a long time that this guy had ill intentions. When he thought that there were rumors about him even in the subspace, he knew without guessing which bastard had done this.

"Well, it seems like you can't avoid this beating. Today, I'll let you see what it means that only experienced people are wise."

Everyone can make threats. After the fight just now, Hogg realized that the Emperor was more than 10% weak. He has grown into a young Star God and is not afraid of Witchcraft Xianrou's psychic spells at all. He has never been afraid of anyone in hand-to-hand combat, not to mention that the yellow-skinned man is paralyzed on one side of his body, so he must be bluffing.

Thinking of this, Hogg said no more, picked up the big sword and started to chop wildly, and specifically kicked the yellow-skinned man's bad leg, completely unaware of the wicked smile on the Fearless Emperor's mouth.

With a burst of sparks and lightning, Frostmourne, made from the spine of a great demon, endured pressure that it had never experienced since its birth. The Emperor also noticed this and chose to confront it head-on, using his fearless iron fist and sword to collide with each other.

Oh, 20 psionic energies are activated——breaking the air with ice and slashing!

Shhh, 30 spiritual energies are activated - a demonic killing wave of light!
"Hmm? Bo! Old man Huang, you have no moral principles."

Before he could open his mouth to curse, a golden beam of light hit Hogg head-on as he was charging. With a sigh of satisfaction, Frostmourne shattered directly, and Hogg was also blown into the sky by the light wave, and flew out after hitting the ceiling headfirst.

"boom."

Hogg spat out the ceramic steel slag in his mouth, climbed out of the pit with a half-broken battle blade in his hand, and wanted to have a second stage of the boss battle, but a pair of big feet kicked him back into the bottom of the pit, which scared Hogg so much that he shouted: "Fuck, Huang Lao, how did you stand up! It's over, the Empire is going to fall, where is Khorne, come and save your brother quickly."

Without giving this rebellious son a chance to say any more heretical words, the Emperor pulled him out of the pit and scolded him:

"Shut up, you bastard. I've been on guard against you. I've already sent that big dog to the front line to supervise the battle. Even if you scream your throat out, no one will come to save you. I heard that you want me to call you daddy, huh?"

Hogg, who had no outside help, quickly admitted his defeat, threw away the broken sword in his hand, and said with a flattering face:

"How could that be? I am my father's favorite little 11. It must be the work of this magic sword. Thanks to my father's wisdom and bravery, he broke this bad thing. I, I will fight you!"

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Two and a half hours later, in the half-broken palace, the four primarchs with bruised faces and noses stood obediently. Among them, Hogg was the worst off, and he was directly turned into a bucket of Hogg sauce. Dorn's face was covered with scratches and bleeding, and Meifeng's face was swollen like a pig's head. Only Guilliman was the least injured, but no one paid attention to him.

After this battle, Hogg, who had used all his means, finally realized an extremely serious problem, that is, although he was gradually becoming stronger, even if Old Man Huang was weakened, he was still stronger than him, and he was still the younger of the younger brothers.

"So, you two didn't find the younger me this time, and instead you spent 11 years eating and waiting to die?"

The two of them nodded quickly, but Hogg, who had just grown a head, said stubbornly:

"What do you mean by living a life of idleness and waiting to die? We call that sharing happiness with the people. And you, Old Man Huang, are such a sham. We have searched all over the Mediterranean and couldn't find you. Could you be selling sex in other continents?"

Turning his head to look at the third one in the middle, the Emperor was furious to see that she was still wearing the Imperial Guards power armor:
"So you haven't been missing, but have been hiding in the palace pretending to be a guard. Do you spend your days eating, drinking and having fun, and fiddling with your warehouse of sexy lingerie?"

Fulgrim did not dare to refute the explosion in the palace, which had scattered the prizes all over the warehouse, but he still explained:

"I wasn't just eating, drinking and having fun. I was silently protecting you, father, from behind!"

"Don't say anything. I would believe you if you showed your face. This palace has been blown up, and all four of you are responsible. I will give you a week. If the palace is not restored to its original state, I will let you four experience the warmth of home.

Oh, by the way, Guilliman, you have always wanted to know who spread that photo, right? I can tell you clearly that it was Fulgrim next to you. "

Before the Emperor could say his name, Fulgrim took off running. Guilliman, not willing to be left behind, picked up a piece of rubble and chased after him.

Hogg was soon taken away along with his bucket by the Black Watch who arrived. Only Rogal Dorn stayed behind to do the reconstruction work because the palace was destroyed.

The emperor thought for a moment and sighed, wondering whether he should find a place to stay, but when he turned around, he saw the magnificent tall building next to the government hall - Rambo House.

"Ah, how about this?"

After leaving the despicable Emperor who was about to break through again, Hogg returned to the Blacklight and fell headfirst on the bed. Although there was no danger in this journey, he always felt inexplicably tired.

Hogg felt depressed when he thought that he had lost even the last chance to make the emperor kneel down and call him daddy. He didn't know how many relics of that kind were left and whether he could... Wait!

Thinking of this, Hogg hurriedly opened all his pocket dimensions and frantically searched for the black gauze dress that he had won in the lottery, but in the end he found nothing.

"No way, could it be that."

(End of this chapter)