Chapter 448: Corrosion and distortion, the moment of evil
The Emperor at the table was depressed and felt uncomfortable after hearing Hogg's evaluation of him. He now wanted to run to the Blacklight to explain everything, but he was afraid.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, but he couldn't utter those sacred curse words like he usually did when beating up his rebellious son. The emperor was scared.

For the Emperor, his feelings towards Hogg are very complicated. They are clearly father and son, but they are more like old friends, a close friend with whom he can confide little secrets.

Horus is his pride, but essentially he is still his offspring. He can occupy a high position as a father, but Hogg is different. He has never had any respect for him because of his identity. The only reason they have come this far is because they share the same ideals.

The Emperor was in great pain as he tortured himself. Among all the Primarchs, only Hogg was the most like him, both in terms of his shameless character and his rare "astonishing wisdom." This was also the basis of the Emperor's absolute trust in Hogg.

But Hogg is also the one who is least like him. One focuses on the present, while the other looks into the distance. Neither can convince the other.

The emperor was troubled by his inner conflict and fell into self-doubt. For the first time, he lost control of his future, and the one who caused this trouble was the heir who was most like him.

Seeing that the Emperor was already unconscious, Guilliman suddenly confirmed a fact, that is, Perturabo was definitely his father's biological son, it was all so twisted.

Rambo said it directly:

"Tsk, luckily this man is not my father, otherwise I would be in such trouble!"

Unlike the Emperor, the three precious creatures who were watching this good show screamed with excitement. For them, ten thousand years of waiting were about to bear fruit, and their God's Chosen One was finally going to leave that yellow-skinned guy, and the best thing was that all of this was caused by the cursed one's own death.

Hogg, who possesses high-dimensional characteristics, cannot be corrupted, but this does not mean that he cannot throw himself into the embrace of chaos. The power of the Star God cannot change his essence either. It just happens that it is accepted first.

If the evil god is the spokesperson chosen by the subspace, then the star god is the warlord of the physical universe. They don't like each other, otherwise the dimensional barrier would not have come into being.

Persuading prostitutes to become good women is always a popular plot. At the moment when Hogg was making his inner decision, the will of the warp extended an olive branch to this rebellious child.

If Wa Banxian were still alive in heaven, and saw that the godhood he pursued was throwing itself into his arms like a roasted chicken, his heart would probably be broken and he would curse the subspace as a bitch.

Apart from the experience of ten thousand years of humiliation, Hogg's life was actually not very long, and was even less experienced than some veterans of long wars.

The illusory veil gradually melted away, the boundaries of time and space began to distort, and all spirits cheered and prayed for this great one to ascend the throne.

The decision is still difficult. At this moment, Shafulin's figure has faded, and there is only Hogg in the whole world, just like when he first came to this world.

Opening his eyes, he saw a staircase flashing with scarlet electric light. Hogg knew that as long as he sat on the throne at the top, everything would be decided and he would be able to shape everything easily.

"Corrosion and distortion, it really suits my style! But why is it so high?"

There was no need to lift a foot. After Hogg said its name, the unreachable stairs shortened rapidly, as if they were broken by an invisible hand, and the throne was directly delivered to him.

"Ah this!"

Without any foreplay, the originally unattainable throne, like an unsatisfied slut, directly posed and waited for Hogg to enter. The throne was even considerately shrunk to become Hogg's favorite sofa.

Such humanized service made Hogg feel a little embarrassed. The new boss was not being courteous, but was willing to become the boss lady and pack herself up.

However, there are gains and losses. Facing a choice, Hogg knew that this feast was not so easy to obtain. The power of the Star God and the Warp were incompatible. If he ascended the throne, this power would leave him, and his efforts over the years would be gone. Now he could no longer call upon his psionic energy.

"Is it really worth it?"

"Of course!"

A figure hugged Hogg from behind. Under her soft long hair was a black gauze dress, and the golden pendants were decorated with several glass sculptures. It was Mara who made Hogg face a choice.

"Embrace it, Hogg, you deserve better power. Time has proven everything. The Emperor has never changed. He is still the cold sun who does not understand human nature and has never regarded the Primarch as his offspring."

"But I promised him! I can't break my promise."

"Promise? That's ridiculous. You did nothing wrong. He was the one who betrayed you."

Silence, only silence. What Mara said was exactly what Hogg was thinking. After so many years, he was already tired of the unchanging status quo.

He knew that he was not suitable to be a king. He did not have any of the qualifications a king should have. Hogg just wanted to hide behind and do nothing. If he had the ability, he would be more diligent. The Emperor was the towering tree he found.

But now there is another big tree, and this tree was cultivated by him personally. Karama may not be as powerful as the Emperor, but Hogg can make up for this gap.

Looking at Mara with infinite tenderness in his eyes, and thinking of the yellow-skinned guy who had been beating him up, the difference between the two was immediately apparent. There was no comparison between the two!

What's more, as long as I take one step forward, the throne of the fifth god will belong to me. How can I be better than those four pieces of trash?

When the time comes, I will punch the fat guy and beat up the birdman, use the Nurgle cauldron to cook Tzeentch soup, and then I will turn around and make Slaanesh unconscious, unconscious, unconscious!!!
As long as I embrace this power, with Mara in front and myself behind, the Warp will no longer be a threat to the Empire, the Primarchs will get the glory that belongs to them, the Empire will surely become great again, and the Dog-men will also rely on the Empire for a second revival. Maybe I can even launch a dog expedition!

Everything is so beautiful. As long as Hogg takes that step, he can do what the emperor cannot do, and he can complete the great wish that the emperor cannot fulfill.

Raising his head, Hogg did not make a choice immediately. Just like the promise he made ten thousand years ago, he did not wait for that person to come to the Six-Ring Silver Palace, but this time he wanted to wait.

Time passed minute by minute, and the figure still didn't arrive. Hogg didn't believe that Old Man Huang didn't notice the situation here, which meant that he had broken his promise again.

"Bah! You bastard, how can you change? I've given you so many chances, why didn't you seize them every time?"

Disappointed and helpless, but more of it was anger. Hogg had already begun to regret his original choice. Neos was a bastard, while Mara next to him liked him more and more.

And Mara did the same, leaning directly on Hogg, lifting the black veil, revealing two long legs in black stockings.

"Would you like to have some fun first? My little darling!"

"(＃°Д°) Um, Heisi? What did you call me just now?"

(End of this chapter)