Chapter 491 Waaaagh, Boss Hogg, we respect your teeth!

Just like there are only zero and countless times to wear women's clothing, no matter who you are, once you put on that black silk fishnet skirt, there is no going back.

After learning that this machine could create a weakened version of the Iron Man Corps that was comparable to the mecha soldiers, Archangel shamelessly betrayed his moral principles and instead got in front of the machine and pinched its face with Hogg.

When it comes to outstanding appearance, the first choice is definitely the Primarch. Plus, this place is different from my hometown, and I never know what kind of rebel legion I might encounter. The angel waved his hand and directly chose me to have them all. I included all kinds of Primarchs, and even the Emperor was not spared.

Looking at the appearance of these gender-transformed original bodies being placed on sex doll robots, Hogdon still felt that there was an angel with a dark side, and he also joined in, and by the way, added the appearance of Malcador, the Emperor's bedmate.

"Hey hey!" ×2
Perhaps it was because he had left his hometown, where there was no social circle that would lead to his social death, that Angel completely liberated himself. He was no longer his previous green tea self, and his dark nature was directly revealed.

Brothers work together and they can break any obstacle. When it comes to doing bad things, Hogg and the Angel burst out with 120 million points of passion. The Angel adjusted the machine parameters to design the puppets, while Hogg connected the Zerg nest to produce mind-controlled Zerg. After three hours, the first finished product was produced by the two of them together.

As the mold was opened, a three-meter-tall Guilliman with breasts, long legs, a round butt, full of charm and wearing blue erotic metal armor was created.

In line with the principle of keeping the fun to the extreme, Hogg not only equipped these robots with long-range weapons such as grenade launchers, but also converted the previous massagers into power hammers to achieve both mental and physical damage.

"Hahaha, awesome! Good brother, I dare not even think about how the bumpkins here will feel when they see them. They will definitely be beaten to their knees and severely humiliated!"

"That's right. The invincible army that you and I have created together is not something that those bumpkins can contend with. I don't believe they dare to attack the Primarch's face."

At this time, the micro-brain worm that served as the control terminal was also produced by Hogg, who directly ordered the small worm to crawl into the body of Guilliman in front of him and physically merge with the microcomputer inside.

With a tremor, the sex doll that was originally as still as a dead object suddenly came alive, with wisdom flashing in its eyes, and shouted to Hogg:
"Waaaagh!! Boss Hogg, we love you! Robert Guilliman reports to you."

Perhaps because of the fusion with the interest processing chip, this fused Zerg sways with every step, and is full of amorous atmosphere. Even if he says such inappropriate words, it makes people feel numb all over, as if he is about to pull down the flag immediately.

However, the more this happened, the more excited the two became. The sinister duo couldn't wait to see that scene and directly chose to increase production.

Sharing happiness with others is worse than enjoying it all by yourself. Because Hogg had added green-skinned spores to this hive, the brain worm that transformed into Guilliman learned how to operate the machine without any instruction. With the help of Hogg, it even copied a small sex doll making machine.

Based on the principle that all stitching is not stitching, now that the Primarch is there, Space Marines are indispensable. Hogg directly allocated a batch of supplies to let Guilliman give full play to his abilities, at least to produce a gang of Ultramarines for him.

Hogg and the Angel continued to work on making the sex doll Primarchs, and soon they had made all the remaining 16 Primarchs, but something went wrong when they were making the final Emperor doll.

This is because every time the emperor's mold was produced from the mold, it would freeze on the spot due to various reasons, becoming a meaningless failure.

Perhaps he still had some sense left, Sanguinius quickly stopped Hogg from seeking his own death, pointed to the sky and whispered:

"Brother, why do I feel like someone is staring at us? Could it be the yellow-skinned guy over here?"

After hearing this, Hogg also swallowed his saliva. Since angels have the ability to predict the future, it is better to believe in such things than not to believe them. Based on his understanding of the yellow-skinned man, the two of them might have been spied on by Old Deng since they arrived in this world.

But there must be a brave man who dares to die. Hogg decided to give it a try. Maybe it was just his random guess. According to what Tillis said before, the yellow-skinned man here should have become witchcraft bacon. How could it be possible...

"Snapped!"

A familiar psychic battle came, and Hogg was knocked to the ground with half of his head embedded in the mud. Sanguinius was so scared that he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that he would also be targeted by the yellow-skinned monster.

But the Archangel was undoubtedly worrying too much. No matter which world he was in, the Emperor was a petty and despicable person. How could he let go of his accomplice?

What's more, the witchcraft bacon here is different from the yellow-skinned man. The yellow-skinned man has been prayed for by humans for 9000 years, and the Black Light Sect also shares the burden with him. At most, he can shout "Nine Thousand Years of Good Fortune".

The witchcraft bacon here, however, relied entirely on his own will and was prayed on the golden toilet for more than 10,000 years. Not only did he not have the Black Light Sect to share the burden, but the situation of the empire was much worse than that of the other side. Basically, all of them were ignorant and fanatical believers who were obsessed with religion. In short, in terms of hard power, the witchcraft bacon's value was higher than that of the yellow skin, and in terms of humanity, it can be said that he basically had no humanity.

Hogg, who had just pulled his head out of the soil, saw the sky flashing with dazzling golden light. Countless golden palms came towards him from below, directly lifting the angel into the air and hitting him so hard that he floated in the air and did not fall down. Suddenly, a powerful and powerful tune sounded in the sky.

In terms of moral standards, Hogg has always had a flexible moral bottom line. He got full marks in all moral education classes when he was a child, which paved the way for this moment.

Seeing the angel being beaten like a ball by the violent scholar, Hogg could no longer tolerate it. Scarlet psionic lightning instantly burst out, pointing to the sky and cursing:
"Yellow-skinned guy, you are such a bully! Come down and fight me if you dare. Do you think I'm afraid of you? How can you be a hero to bully my brothers? Could it be that you punctured your hemorrhoids by selling your ass, and now you are squatting on the toilet and being licked by four vendors?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the golden ball of light that was originally lashing the archangel madly paused, and then immediately turned from gold to red, and then from red to black, and began to lash Sanguinius even more madly.

Seeing that this witch bacon dared to turn a deaf ear to his words, Hogg spat out a mouthful of phlegm and began to curse wildly at the sky, directly from the Neolithic period to the 2k era. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he put all the charges that could be put on him. There was not a single sentence without a curse word in the whole article.

Simple foul mouth, the ultimate enjoyment. Just when Hogg was about to continue to curse from the 2k era to the 40k era, the Archangel couldn't stand it anymore and roared at him below:
"Quack! Shut up, Hogg, you bastard! It's me who got beaten, not you. Try to save me now."

"Bah, you piece of trash! You can't even handle this little bit of weakness and beating, and you still want to be the Primarch. You witchy bacon over there, if you have the guts, let go of my brothers and come at me. I'm not afraid of you."

Perhaps because they were tired of beating the angel, or perhaps because they felt that Sanguinius might die on the spot if they continued fighting, the ball of psychic light in the sky actually changed direction and attacked Hogg.

Just as Hogg had said before, he was really not afraid of the old man Huang's psychic power. After so many years, his resistance had been drained. The title of the Empire's Endurance King was not given for nothing. A mere native yellow-skinned man could not do anything to him.

With all the scarlet psionic energy in his body, at this moment, Hogg's heart was filled with endless domineering thoughts, and a dark shadow appeared behind him. Like a strong magnetic field master, he attacked the ball of psychic light in the sky.

"Hehehe, today I'll let Hogg daddy teach you a lesson. Break it for me!"

Victory or defeat is up to me, not fate. I am used to the smoke of war. If I fight, heaven and earth will decide; if I fight, I will lose and I will not survive.

As if attracted by Hogg's war god temperament, a blood-red gaze swept over here. In the dark, the owner of this gaze suddenly felt as if something important appeared here, and many inexplicable strange memories suddenly emerged in his mind!

"Who is Gotha? Where did this dog come from?!"

Just as this huge consciousness was disturbed by thoughts and was about to stretch out its gaze to find out what was going on, a cold black star blocked its way and strangled that gaze in the cradle.

At the same time, perhaps because it was disgusted by the precious thing, the psychic light ball that was evenly matched with Hogg suddenly increased its strength and blasted Hogg directly into the ground with an incomparable absolute advantage.

Unexpectedly, the yellow-skinned man here was so powerful. Hogg, whose eyes were instantly clear, immediately used his old skills and sold out his good brother without saying a word:
"Oh no, this is a tough one. Sorry Sanguinius, I'll go first, brother. I'll burn incense for you later. You just keep fighting."

After saying that, Hogg immediately activated the power of the Star God, waving his four sharp claws and digging downwards, directly using his best way of escaping from Ancient Terra - digging a tunnel!

But for some reason, as if knowing Hogg's character in advance, before he could escape underground, several flashes of psychic energy merged into a pair of golden hands, slammed directly into the ground, grabbed Hogg's short legs and pulled him out.

Not satisfied with just pulling him out, the other psychic hand kept beating the frantically struggling Hogg, scaring Sanguinius so much that he buried his head in the ground again, fearing that the other side would notice him.

Three hours later, Hogg, who had been beaten to the point of foaming at the mouth and almost peeing, could no longer bear it. Seeing that there was no way out, he simply spread his hands and hugged the psychic hand that was beating him repeatedly, shouting:
"Goo, father, can we reconcile?"

As if shocked by Hogg's shameless behavior, a golden light surged into the Emperor doll that had just crashed, and it spoke in human language:

"Are you kidding me?"

　This chapter was written by Corgi squatting on the toilet, and he directly connected to the Emperor's brain through the ￥# cross-dimensional plane. Don't worry, brothers, after the yellow-skinned guy has served me well, I will definitely find a place for everyone to travel through time and become a powerful boy.
　　
　
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