Chapter 484 Ferrus: Thank you so much!

One's own family knows their own affairs best. After hearing the familiar psychic message, the Emperor immediately became aware, disbanded his clone on the spot and chose to return to Holy Terra.

Although he had won the butt resurrection match, over the years, the Emperor had become accustomed to sitting on the golden toilet. In addition, he had so many psychic clones that the Emperor became lazy and placed his real body directly on the throne.

As mentioned before, in this world, no one can understand oneself better than oneself. Although it sounds confusing, this is the emperor's current mood.

Even though he usually talks tough and claims that he is the best person in the world with amazing wisdom, the emperor knows exactly what kind of person he is. If the situation had not been critical and someone had to step forward to save humanity, given his personality, he would probably have just found a random place to hide.

This is also why the entire Great Crusade was full of shoddy work and rushing of progress, because the Emperor did not make a detailed plan for the Great Crusade after unifying Terra.

If a military operation does not have a definite outline, the outcome will inevitably be terrible, but perhaps the legion was too capable during the expedition, and it almost opened up the entire galaxy without perfect logistical supplies.

This also laid the groundwork for the rise of Greater Astartes during the Great Heresy, gradually triggering the deepest pain of the Empire.

If the Four Peddlers were likened to a catalyst, then the Greater Astartes doctrine, which had already emerged in every legion by the end of the Crusade, was the combat concept that provided the main force for the rebels.

With the four gods joining forces, no Primarch could stay awake except for that damn thing Hogg. Horus was unlucky because he was the Imperial Warmaster, second only to the emperor and above everyone else, and the original Son of the First Return, and had great prestige among all the legions.

If things had developed normally, the human empire would have been half paralyzed after the Great Rebellion and would have continued to decay and decline for 10,000 years.

"And I myself will become a witch bacon trapped in a golden toilet."

"Bah! What golden toilet? It's obviously the golden throne, the culmination of human technology."

The Emperor, paralyzed on the throne, began to think differently. Relying on his own strength, he, who had already become a god on earth, could fully see through information from different timelines. The empire had completely strayed away from its dark and tragic fate.

Among the five major star fields, three are firmly in their hands. After the successful completion of the second expedition, half of the extreme star field is also in their hands. It is only a matter of time before production is fully resumed.

On the dark side of the empire, although there are constant monsters and demons in the Hazy Star Region, the empire has never lost contact with the military base of Cadia, one of the first star gates.

Similarly, in Baal in the north of the Extreme Star Region, which also serves as a bridgehead for the next large-scale expedition, various military supplies have begun to be sorted and stored.

After the successful completion of each five-year plan, with half of the galaxy as its support, the empire's war machine completely showed its fangs, and was even more powerful than the empire of 30k which owned the entire galaxy.

And this is not the end. After the initial victory, the Human Empire did not advance rashly. Instead, it digested and controlled the territory and changed the original five-year plan under the wartime economic system to a 20-year plan that was more suitable for stable development.

The logistical supplies that were missing during the Great Crusade are now available, the missing plans and deployments have been perfected, and even the political personnel have been filled by Guilliman, who is desperately trying to create offspring.

With such vitality, as if the scene is right in front of him, the Emperor could not think of how he should lose. In terms of strength, none of the four vendors could beat him. The kobolds were also loyal internal supporters. He could also bring Hogra in as a substitute. With 18 Primarchs who could tear the Great Demon apart with their bare hands, the Northern Expedition would surely be victorious!
This is just paper data. The most powerful thing about the Empire is the number of troops that can drown the Tyranids. How does that saying go?

As long as they are willing to sacrifice their own lives and dare to bring down the devil, for the sake of humanity, the Empire has no shortage of loyal warriors who can pull the melta bomb and self-destruct.

The fundamental reason for this situation is entirely due to Hogg's existence. It was he who changed that tragic future.

Thinking of this, the Emperor was extremely glad that he did not slap Hogg to pieces. After all, when Hogg first came to Terra, he did have the ability to slap him to death.

But the more this happened, the more the emperor didn't want to see himself in another world. He knew without thinking that the other world was probably a mess and was the complete opposite of his own world.

Corruption and ignorance, darkness and chaos, no one believes in the truth of the empire anymore, but is completely bewitched by so-called religious ideas and becomes a mindless slave, while they themselves are completely distorted into a horrible monster by those chaotic beliefs.

When the Emperor thought of this scene, he felt uncomfortable all over, especially his nose was itchy, as if he had been infected by some terrible plague by the fat man Nurgle.

"Oh! Forget it. It's better to let a friend die than to let a poor friend die. Ferrus will definitely understand my difficulties. At worst, I can let the third brother remarry. I'm sorry for me in the other world. My good brother, I really can't help you this time.

We are all emperors, why are you so unsuccessful while I am so successful? It must be my amazing wisdom that is at work, otherwise there is no way to explain why the empire is so prosperous. "

Like a schizophrenic, the emperor who avoided reality played two roles at once. He slumped on the throne and boasted to himself. Hearing the disgusted faces of the imperial guards beside him, he thought about joining His Majesty Mara himself.

But soon someone interrupted the Emperor's performance and kicked open the palace gate and walked in. It was the already stigmatized Lord of the Limits - Robert Guilliman. "Father, are you awake? I'm almost exhausted. Are you suffering from Alzheimer's here? Didn't I agree that you would bring Hogg back to me? Where is he?"

"I don't know!"

The emperor, who pretended to be dumb, cursed in his heart, thinking that it was all that bastard Hogg's fault for inviting him to a massage and bath, and in a blink of an eye he had forgotten about the important business. But judging by the time, the rebellious son should be back, so why hadn't he been seen yet?

Perhaps it was the tacit understanding between father and son. Just when the Emperor was throwing dirty water on Hogg, the palace gate that had just been closed was kicked open again. It was Hogg who came back with Vulkan.

The first time he saw the dwarf, Guilliman ran over and cursed at him:

"Hogg, you bastard, have you transformed yourself into me to cheat people? I..."

"Shut up!" Unexpectedly, Guilliman was present. Hogg decided to be the first to complain, and directly reversed right and wrong and said:

"How dare you say that to me? Now the whole empire knows your reputation as the stripping hunk Guilliman. You have disgraced our Primarch. I never thought you would have such a hobby. You are really unworthy of Lady Euton's education. I am ashamed of you on behalf of your godmother!"

"But."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Grabbing Guilliman by the collar, Hogg pointed at his flowing hair and argued:

“I can transform into the appearance of other brothers, but your kid is not a moron. With the induction between gene seeds, how could he recognize the wrong person?
You should think about how to explain to Ms. Euton. I just saw her looking for you on the street with an axe. Listen to my advice. If you encounter such a thing, run away quickly, otherwise you will suffer."

Under normal circumstances, Guilliman would easily have noticed the loophole, but with just a glance, he had already seen his mother outside the palace, looking around with a battle axe in her hand. Without even looking back, he ran into the underground laboratory under the Golden Throne, ready to avoid the limelight.

Looking at his overly naive 13th son being fooled by Hogg, the Emperor suddenly had a bad premonition, and soon he felt that his premonition came true.

If we were to ask who understands the Emperor's anthropomorphic character best, perhaps even Malcador, his bedmate, is not as comprehensive as Hogg. After all, he can infer the Emperor's thoughts just by taking out a mirror and taking a look.

"Old man Huang, do you want to give up Ferrus? He is your heir. Are you so heartless? If you really dare to do this, believe it or not, all of us brothers will support Mala as king and let you live in her shadow for the rest of your life, becoming a complete package project.

"And this is not the end. When the time comes, I will also make your chat records, your despicable act of abandoning your offspring, and even all your dirty deeds public, so that your illustrious name will echo throughout the tides of the warp."

A man lives by his face, a tree lives by its bark. Even if the moral level is low, the emperor still has to have dignity. If it is really as Hogg said, then he will never be able to hold his head up in this life, and even those four rubbish will laugh at him.

"No, no, no, how could I give up Horus? No, how could I give up Ferrus? I aspire to be a good father. Don't say such things anymore. We must rescue Ferrus."

Looking at the seemingly upright Emperor, Hogg knew that he would not give up any of the Primarchs, but he could not be sure what tricks this old man would come up with:

"Hmph, you wouldn't dare to do that, but since we have to go and save him, the question is how to save him. It shouldn't even be difficult to save Ferrus. The difficult part is how to snatch the good stuff from him."

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I thought Hogg was forcing me to abdicate for the sake of so-called brotherhood, but I didn't expect this bastard to be even more despicable than me. It turns out that everything you said before was for me, and you still want to steal other people's things. The other side is so miserable, how can you be so wicked!
But after Hogg said this, the emperor instantly understood the meaning. As for himself, if someone really helped him in the critical moment, he would definitely be willing to pay any price, or even go all in and fight those four trash on the spot.

But how to provide rescue is a problem. The Emperor knows his own character. Unless the situation is severe to a certain extent, he will not be so servile as to ask for help. What's more, the four vendors on the opposite side must be more powerful, and there is no loyal internal supporter like the kobold to disrupt the situation.

I'm not afraid of too many problems, I'm just afraid that someone will wonder. When two big guys with questionable morals get together, with their double amazing wisdom, they quickly come up with a specific implementation plan.

However, there was a disagreement on the selection of the accompanying personnel. The Emperor meant to find a great and glorious Primarch to go there, so that at least he would look more intimidating. He was afraid that Hogg would become an alien force that everyone would want to kill before he could find Ferrus.

But this time Hogg decided to act alone, or even to say that he would not go all the way, but only half of it.

(There is one more at noon)
(End of this chapter)