Chapter 450 It’s gone, it’s all gone!
Chapter 169: Good job, Kobold!

A hymn of loyalty sounded as the huge and dazzling Emperor's Dream drove straight in and plunged into the mirror cage that should not exist in this world.

The first thing to be hit was the golden and white refined gold horn. This pinnacle of craftsmanship unique to human technology had not failed. Even though it shattered at the moment of contact, its mission had been accomplished.

A violent big guy in golden armor stood at the head of the battleship. His domineering and cool posture instantly dispelled the fog in front of him, and after the golden light, endless rage followed.

"You dare to kill my dog? You don't want to live anymore! All fleets, charge and ram them."

Without the Emperor's Dreadnought to pilot and without a tube inserted in his hip, facing such an enemy, the Emperor no longer cared about the Golden Throne. At worst, he would be destroyed and take the entire world with him.

The only way out is to fight! The previous doubts dissipated, and at the last moment, the Emperor finally recognized his true feelings. No matter whether Hogg was sure of himself or not, no matter what the future would be like, even if Neos was undoubtedly a failed father, he could not break his promise again.

The violent energy fluctuations distorted the space. The golden spiritual power unique to the Emperor spread upwards. The faith of trillions of humans for tens of thousands of years burned madly and rushed towards the dark sky hanging high above.

The skeleton warriors stained with black flames responded and launched a desperate charge against the Chaos Demons who dared to persecute the Son of the God-Emperor.

But two fists are no match for four hands. Even though the emperor has used all his strength, as the four evil gods came to the world, a feeling of powerlessness still emerged in the emperor's heart.

As an old rival of tens of thousands of years, looking at the Emperor who was struggling to hold on, Tzeentch, who was in the front row, sneered:

"Emperor, even if any one of us cannot defeat you, there are four of us. We can let bygones be bygones for the minor fights we had before, but Hogg will definitely belong to us. You are a failed father."

"That's right! Even the lowest demons in the Warp know that you, the Accursed, are a scumbag. Apart from having sex with your treacherous chancellor, you have never cared about the feelings of any Primarch."

Regardless of the style of the painting, Nurgle has always claimed to be a benevolent father, and He has done so. Now He finally has the opportunity to mock the Emperor, so He must curse him, but the panda-eyed Slaanesh next to him squeezed it out:
"You are a treacherous villain. Without our support, how can we have 21 Primarchs? Since you don't keep your promise, we will do it ourselves. Go, Kobolds, and take that back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh looked at each other and rushed directly towards the Emperor who was full of confusion, wanting to give the kobold who had the strongest personal fighting power among them a chance.

At this moment, the four vendors who have always disliked the yellow-skinned man since the day he was born finally reached a consensus. For the sake of the people they love, they must defeat the evil yellow-skinned man this time.

Wisdom, life, and endless love, just like the heroes in a melodramatic story, the evil gods who got the wrong script were full of fighting spirit, and each of them brought out their unique skills, determined to compete with the yellow-skinned man.

But the three precious objects did not notice that the emperor never looked at them. Instead, he looked across the battlefield and at the dog-headed man who was placed high hopes by the evil god.

Gotha, who was inexplicably teleported here, was very panicked, but he didn't feel that panicked. Although he didn't know why the emperor winked at him, nor did he know why the three evil gods had high hopes for him, his dog nose would not deceive him.

Looking at the bone-white seed floating in the air in the middle of the battlefield, Gotha knew without anyone reminding him that it was his Emperor.

"Master, let me save you!"

With a roar in his heart, Gotha looked up to the sky and howled, feeling the endless power in this body. The dog-man warlord who once dominated the galaxy returned again. With a big jump, he flew to the center of the battlefield, scaring those cursed warriors so much that they dropped their weapons and fled.

"Ah! Are the kobolds so strong? Good job, come on." Even Gotha, who was just slacking off, felt helpless about the emperor's poor performance. How come the kobold ran away before he even made a move?
Turning his head to the side, he saw the Emperor being pinned to the ground and beaten by the three gods, with a pair of big eyes staring at him, as if saying, "Hurry up, or I'll make you into dog meat hotpot when I get back."

Frightened, Gotha quickly stretched out his huge claws, trying to grab the seed, but a figure in golden armor stopped him and stabbed his hand with a spear:

"Bah! You shameless traitor! Our Lamborghini family has enjoyed the emperor's grace for generations. Let me serve the emperor with my Lamborghini today!"

If it was Khorne himself who was present and saw this scene, he would definitely throw away the blessing and praise the warrior for daring to swing his spear at him, saying that he was indeed a warrior!

But the problem is that Khorne's body has been replaced by Godard, and he is now using his cowardly body to calculate the KPI of killing enemies at the front line of the expedition. He simply doesn't have the brain capacity to turn his attention here.

Seeing that he could control the evil god with just one spear, Rambo suddenly felt that he was invincible. He took out his double-barreled melta and started shooting randomly.

But there is always someone stronger than you. Before Gotha could figure out the situation, a big blue guy dropped from the sky and chopped at his dog's head with a sword:
"Rambo, I'm here to help you!"

Father and son fight together in battle, brothers fight together against dogs. Guilliman, who had been attacking from a distance on the edge of the battlefield, was immediately filled with murderous intent when he saw that his dog was so brave. He picked up the big sword that he had maintained for a long time and pounced on him, as if he wanted to prove to the world that he, Guilliman, was not a useless boarding boy.

Seeing the blue man rushing towards him, Godard was immediately furious. He thought that it was okay for Rambo to hit him, after all, he was his own dog, but who the hell was Guilliman, who dared to attack him?
"Snapped!"

In line with the principle that bigger means stronger, Goldar slapped Guilliman back with a slap, and he crashed headfirst into the deck of the Emperor's Vision, attracting a group of Glory Guards who had been prepared for a long time to come to the rescue.

"I don't know what it is called."

After beating up this notorious boarding idiot, Goda no longer hesitated, and together with Rambo who still wanted to attack, he grabbed the seeds and ran away, shouting at the three idiots as he ran:

"The wind is strong, I've got it, run!"

"Good job, Kobold!" ×3
Unexpectedly, the stupid Khorne actually made great contributions. The three vendors hurriedly left the battlefield. Before leaving, Tzeentch mocked the Emperor:

"If you're not good at it, practice more. If you can't afford it, don't play. If we see you again, you'll be beaten so badly that even your mother won't recognize you. Ugh! Just wait for the return of our Eternal Chosen King."

After making another note for the blue birdman in the Book of Hatred, and seeing that the four bastards had completely disappeared into the warp, the Emperor, who had been beaten with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes, stood up and caught the dog guards that fell from the sky.

Looking at the seed stuck in the armor, the Emperor, who had burst out with power, could no longer hold on, but he still praised Rambo, who had a question mark on his face:

"Well done, you are much better than my useless son Guilliman."

"..."

　My body temperature began to drop. Although my body still couldn't keep up with the brain, the pain decreased a lot. This strange experience was wonderful, but I still had no sense of taste. I couldn't feel anything I ate. The taste was quite disgusting.

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