Chapter 477 Lord of the Night?
There is no lack of beauty in the world, what is lacking is a pair of eyes to discover beauty.

As the culmination of the Warp and Imperial biotechnology, the Primarch has always been a very metaphysical thing because it is inherently unscientific.

Haven’t you seen that Angron, the Lord of the Extinction Order, was able to use a stone to knock down Black Bean Sprout who came to hunt him because of the prophecy as soon as he came out of his mother’s womb (sheep’s womb). What a damn stone that was!

When Koz arrived on Nostar, the incubator broke through the earth and crawled out of the underground world full of lava and poisonous gas, and grew up to adulthood just by eating rats.

There are countless examples of this. This group of genetic primarchs are tougher than cockroaches, their fighting power is even more shocking, and they are filled with terrifying supreme hegemony.

Different from the Angel of Death in the eyes of mortals, Space Marines will be slaughtered when facing the Custodes. Except for a few with names, such as Warmaster Abad, most of them are killed in one move.

But if you compare the Imperial Guards with the Chaos Demon, you will find that the situation is reversed. The Demon can kill the Imperial Guards as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, which is not much more difficult than tearing Kun Kun apart with bare hands. After all, the Imperial Guards are also mass-produced goods and cannot be compared with the Demon who has the only thing that can maintain its value.

But if most of the current second-evolved Primarchs are taken out, the Great Demon will no longer be a threat. Even Guilliman, who is not good at fighting, can strangle the Great Demon to death with his own strong body.

And this is just a one-on-one duel with a guy like Guilliman who was treated coldly by the Primarch. If Magnus, the Wolf King, and Hogg, who are good at fighting, were brought out, they would surely beat any big demon to his knees and severely humiliate him!

However, no matter how you put it, the Primarchs have one common characteristic, which is that they are all extremely beautiful without exception. To put it more simply, everyone is a handsome guy with a full charm index, the kind that humans and demons can't walk when they see them.

Looking at the big, naked, black-skinned guy in front of him who was placed in a static position and posing a philosophical look, Hogg felt his eyes were strengthened, especially when that huge thing was facing him blatantly.

"Tarasim, if you want to die, just say so. There's no need to find a grave for yourself in advance. At least give Vulkan a pair of Imperial underwear!"

Even though he didn't sweat, Trazyn felt a cold sweat coming out. He rubbed his hands and laughed, "Doesn't this make Vulcan look very powerful? I'll put clothes on him right away."

Adjusting the disguise system he had designed for his collection, Trazyn actually put a pair of oversized shorts with the Imperial Double Eagle printed on them for Uncle Black. It would have been fine if he hadn't worn them. After putting them on, Hogg looked more like the old friend. The only difference was that he didn't have a red headscarf.

As if it was destined, Hogg borrowed a headscarf from a Catachan veteran and tied it on his good brother.

"Yes, that's the feeling. This strong and philosophical body, coupled with those two distinctive clothes, shows that he is my good brother Vulcan, the Lord of the Dragon Fruit."

If a normal Primarch found his lost brothers, he would definitely break his stance and choose to save them on the spot, but Hogg is not an ordinary person. His moral bottom line is not much better than that of the Yellow Skin Man. How could he let go of such a good opportunity easily?

Pulling out the camera that contained countless indecent materials, Hogg started taking a series of shots of the strong and muscular man in front of him, using multiple camera positions and angles, trying to show Vulcan's philosophical and masculine aura.

Then he asked his descendants to transport the people and the boxes back together. However, during the transportation process, Black Watch would always accidentally pick up a few collections.

Looking at the exhibition hall that had been picked up freely in less than an hour, Taraxin smiled with relief, thinking that thanks to my superior skills, I had moved the most precious part away in advance, otherwise you bunch of thieves would have emptied the whole place.
The person was released and the ransom was paid. Just when the Figure King thought that this group of plague gods were about to leave, Hogg suddenly sniffed and grabbed the sweaty shorty.

Slurping, licking with his long and thin tongue, Hogg's perverted behavior scared everyone's anus. Imoteek even thought that the price of Trazyn joining the Black Watch was to feed the enemy with his body. Now Hogg finally couldn't bear it anymore. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, my loyal Silver Skull Chapter Master, why do I feel guilty about you? Are you hiding something from me?"

"How is that possible, Hogg? I, Trazyn, am a well-known honest man. We are allies! You can't doubt me like this."

The coolant of the Figure King was bubbling. Perhaps it was because Rick's body had too many expressions. He looked like a little bastard who was caught destroying a house. He looked extremely guilty and kept shaking.

How could Hogg ignore this dishonest guy? He rubbed his big head and said:

"I remember there was a fragment of the Star God in the World Engine. How come Gloria hasn't found it yet? Did you hide it? Hand it over quickly, or don't blame me for turning my back on you."

"No, how could I have that kind of thing? I picked it up." The Toy King, whose body was grabbed, struggled repeatedly, but under the high concentration of psionic pollution, he had fallen into a state of stupidity and blurted out a lot of little secrets.

For example, he stole the Emperor's childhood underwear, the childhood treasures of each Primarch, the precious hair of Horus that had disappeared for thousands of years, the astrologer's thighs, the precious video materials of the Slaanesh scholar Hogg, and even the entire family property of the Storm King and Leinster.

And this is just the main part. Trazyn did all kinds of bad things. During the ten thousand years that he was RickCat in the Empire, he could be found everywhere except the Golden Throne. The most annoying thing is that he even stole Blackwatch.

As the psionic energy dissipated, Tara Hinn suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he hugged Hogg tightly, shouting, "Captain, save me!"

In order to save his own life, Trazyn took out a dimensional cube and stuffed it in as money to buy his life, which contained the fragment of the Burning Star God.

But the figure king really overestimated Hogg's moral level. After receiving the benefits, he turned his face away and threw him into the crowd that had already surrounded him:
"As long as you don't kill me, you can do whatever you want with me. This thing has nothing to do with me! Another thing, I'm just a Primarch. The real commander of the legion is Emilia."

Seeing Hogg gradually going away, the surrounded figure king smiled flatteringly and asked everyone:

"Hey, hey, hey, I have something to do and I'm leaving first, you guys continue."

"You can't leave." The first to join the fight were the two Undead Overlords. They kicked their comrade who was trying to escape back, and then they punched and kicked him.

As if it was a starting gun, the other Black Watch also lent a helping hand, showering the thief with love and fucking him until he cried for his mother.

At this time, Hogg let go of the female guard who had met him once before. However, as soon as the guard was rescued, she chopped at Hogg with the power halberd in her hand, shouting:

"Die! Lord of the Night."

(End of this chapter)