Chapter 485: The offspring of Ji (Cat) Liman are endless.

Even though the Emperor is a VTB who is obsessed with role-playing, his purity is still too low compared to Hogg.

No matter how you look at it, the Emperor at least looks like a human being, but Hogg is just a lump of meat with his own consciousness, performing every day and simulating the appearance of a human being all the time.

For example, damage like a headshot would be fatal to ordinary creatures, but for Hogg, it's like hitting your little toe on a chair while wearing slippers. Apart from the pain, there's nothing else to worry about. You can make up for it by eating another bowl of rice.

If you look at it from the perspective of the guards beside the throne, the scene is incredibly weird and terrifying, because Hogg simply took off his own head and played with it in his hands, and it seemed like he wanted to do some singing and dancing rap.

What's even more shocking is that after cosplaying as Xing Tian, ​​a large number of twisted tentacles burst out from Hogg's head and torso, and new limbs grew out, and finally two identical Hoggs were formed. Compared with the original height of 2.3 meters, the split Hoggs were even shorter, probably less than 2 meters at most.

Looking at the equally handsome Jinba boy in front of them, the two Hoggs said in unison:
"Tsk! Oh my god, you're so handsome!"

"Hey Hey" ×2
However, when faced with the decision of who would go over there to explore the way, both Hoggs believed that the other side should suffer while they should just fish in the water in the empire.

"You go, I am the brain. All our amazing wisdom is stored in it. If it is lost, it will be a huge loss to the human empire."

"You're talking nonsense! You still have the nerve to talk about the empire's loss. Don't I know what's in your dog's head? I'm bigger, and even if I sell pork, I'm worth more than you. You should go."

There was no point in talking to each other, and Hogg, who both wanted to be lazy, was unwilling to give in to the other, so he skipped the boring verbal argument and chose to speak with his fists.

But what's even more fucked up is that in order to ensure that he can defeat the rest of the group when he gets there, Hogg evenly distributes his psychic energy reserves at the beginning. Neither of the two dwarfs can beat the other, as they were both taught by the same master, so there's no way they can break their moves.

However, as the scuffle continued, Head Hogg began to gain the upper hand simply because he used dirty tricks frequently while the opponent did not hit his head at all.

Looking at the torso Hogg that he had pinned to the ground, the head Hogg pinched his neck and asked:
"Why didn't you hit me on the head?"

"I can't do it, this face is too handsome."

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Hearing this, Hogg pulled Hogg up and hugged the equally handsome dwarf tightly, and cried out in tears:

"Good brother! Without saying anything else, just based on what you said, I can't let you take the risk alone. In this case, you should go."

Seeing his rebellious son going crazy, the emperor couldn't bear it any longer, so he stretched out his hands, grabbed the two pieces of shit in each hand, and smashed them hard on the floor:

"Shut up, all of you. The two of you are fighting among yourselves before the beginning of this matter. You are still trying to slack off. Those of you who stay at home should stay idle. Go to Guilliman and handle the affairs of the Empire."

Hogg, who had been feeling complacent at first, immediately deflated upon hearing these words. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately wanted to escape, but as he was split into two halves, he was no match for Old Man Huang and was pinned down.

When they are together, they are a pile of shit; when they are apart, they are a sky full of stars. This is why Hogg has not chosen to split himself up until now. He knows too well what kind of person he is. If he splits up, he will definitely choose to slack off and do nothing serious. It is better for him to live alone.

Now that the pathfinder had been chosen, the torso Hogg was taken away directly by the Emperor to prepare for rescuing Private Ferrus. In order to be able to overpower the other heroes there, the head Hogg also contributed half of his psionic reserves, and now he became a real clone.

In fact, Hogg originally planned to let Shafulin go. After all, she was not afraid of death at all. As long as her original body was there, she could be resurrected in ten days or half a month.

But unlike in the past, this time it was not a simple time travel, but a cross-dimensional time and space travel. Hogg was really afraid of losing such a useful working clone, so he had no choice but to choose to go on the stage himself.

The current situation is that the torso with 3/4 of the psionic energy reserves is ready to be teleported across dimensions, while the smart Hogg with 1/4 of the power stays in his hometown as a resurrection point.

Feeling his own weak power, Hogg always felt a little uncomfortable, but not long after, he was notified that the Salamanders who came to collect their original body had arrived, and that person was none other than the current Salamanders Legion Commander Tushan.

Although Uncle Black, who is a good guy, has also learned bad things, compared with other legions that do not do their job properly, the Salamanders who make counterfeit products for the White Scars are too anthropomorphic.

Looking at all the legions, except for the Salamanders, only the Iron Warriors, who are supposed to be all twisted, are the most normal. Even their old rivals, the Imperial Fists, have absorbed too many evil orcs, and many lemon masters have emerged. Speaking of these lemon masters, it's really fucked up. Maybe it's because they have been with the evil orcs for a long time. Although the Imperial Fists' suspended death membrane has failed, it has actually produced a benign mutation, awakening a strange force field similar to the orc Waaaagh energy.

The specific characteristics are that this group of lemon boys possess a weakened version of the power of thinking, which can slightly distort reality to a certain extent. Even when their numbers increase, they can temporarily give birth to a powerful lemon boss.

Because of this feature, the Imperial Fists directly squeezed out the Iron Warriors and became the Empire's number one dust-beating corps. With the blessing of the lemon force field, they could beat three dust-beating corps at once, which made Perturabo's scalp tingle.

Unlike other Primarchs, Hogg has an exclusive title for all Space Marines, that is, their good uncle, because he is not at all arrogant and can always play with anyone like a dog.

Looking at the good uncle in front of him who had retrieved the primarch for the legion, Tushan always felt that something was wrong with Hogg. He seemed to be shorter than before.

But the one who can become the legion leader may not be the most capable can boy, but he must be the one with the brightest mind. Seeing this, Tushan knelt on one knee and grabbed Hogg's short hand:

"Good uncle, let me not say anything else. Since you have found our father, if you have any problems in the future, just let us know and we Salamanders will be the first to come. Bring our father out as soon as possible. I can't wait to see him. By the way, is the person under the red cloth next to him our father?"

Upon hearing this, Hoggar felt something was wrong, thinking that he had been so busy competing with Torso for the privilege of slacking off that he had forgotten to put clothes on Vulkan. But before Hoggar could make excuses, Tushan reached out and pulled the red cloth off.

Due to the charcoal black skin of the salamander, Hogg couldn't tell Tushan's inner thoughts from his face, but seeing him standing there in a daze, he knew without thinking that he must be in a bad mood.

"Um, Your Highness! Can you explain to us why our father is only wearing trousers, a tie, and a turban? Where are his clothes?"

"Ah, this!" Hogg was a little panicked as he was stared at by a group of big black guys, but he soon found a turning point, because Guilliman, who was avoiding being beaten by his mother, jumped out from under the throne.

Grabbing Tushan's arm, Hogg looked embarrassed. He glanced at Guilliman for a few times, then whispered:

"My dear nephew, it's all my fault for not thinking carefully. You should have heard that Blackwatch went to the Extreme Star Region to exterminate the aliens, and I was seriously injured, so I had to leave your father to that person to take care of him.

Who would have thought that he would actually drag my brother to do a striptease? When I found out, it was too late. I'm sorry, uncle!"

Looking at Hogg, who had an embarrassed look on his face and tears in his eyes, Tu Shan already knew who that person was without him having to say the name. He had also watched the video that went viral before and thought it was photoshopped by some bastard, but he didn't expect it to be real.

"Okay, Your Highness, don't worry. This is not your fault. We will see who will not make up rumors and cause trouble. We Salamanders are not to be trifled with."

Seeing that he had successfully shifted the blame, Hogg directly lifted the restrictions on Vulkan's position and very considerately took out a large cloak and handed it over, which reflected the perfect friendship between brothers.

As the force field was lifted, the Primarch's powerful recovery ability began to work, and within three seconds, Vulkan opened his eyes immediately, and then he felt empty all over, with a funny turban on his head.

"What happened? I remember that I was supposed to be fighting against demons on the webway. Hogg and Guilliman? My God, Terra, I thought you were dead. How long has it been?"

"Old Popsicle, you have been sleeping for six thousand years!"

After learning that he had been abducted by the alien and placed in a static position for six thousand years, Vulkan understood. No wonder his whole body ached as if he had been fighting for months straight. That alien was really abominable!
Brothers are in harmony, father and son are reunited, and Vulkan, who has a dark face but a kind heart, does not realize that he has become a popular role model in the Empire's striptease industry. Even his title of Black Python is circulated in the Warp.

After a brief conversation, Vulkan was taken away by his own salamander, and he had to use the next period of time to make up for every bit of knowledge he had lost over the past 6000 years and conduct adaptive training.

Seeing that he and Hogg were the only ones left in the hall, Guilliman hurried over and told them the fundamental reason why he was so eager to find Hogg.

"What? Those strong-brained cats really came to recognize you as their kin."

"Shh! Keep your voice down," Guilliman quickly covered Hogg's big mouth. Fearing that this would be heard by others, he dragged him towards the Glory of Macragge parked in the orbit of Terra.

As the airlock door opened, and after passing through a group of Ultramarines guarding it, Hogdon felt his scalp tingling as he looked at the countless cats that filled the entire hangar. He grabbed Guilliman by the collar and yelled:
"Fuck, Guilliman, you are guilty of so many crimes, how could you have so many?"

(End of this chapter)