Chapter 492: Why is she called Headless Senior Sister? Because she has nothing in her head.

As the contemporary Dragon Aotian, the Emperor once again proved a truth, that is, no matter which world you are in, your father is still your father.

Hogg also proved a truth, that is, no matter which world he was in, he seemed unable to beat Old Man Huang. Even if he traveled through another world and enjoyed delicious food, it was as if this yellow-skinned man was his natural nemesis.

Perhaps it was the resentment that had been accumulated for nearly ten thousand years. Once it was released, the emperor became more and more adept at fighting. He always felt that the little thing in front of him seemed to be tailor-made for his fist, and it felt great in his hand.

But happy times are always short-lived. The Emperor had prepared for this request for help for a long time. Even at the most critical moment, he did not use his limited remaining sanity, just to clean up the mess for the two men after they arrived. He absolutely could not let the tragedy of Ferrus happen again.

But the emperor had planned everything, but he never expected these two bastards to be able to do such a thing. He was lucky enough to pick up a general-purpose STC manufacturing template for the Elysian Angel.

Picking up trash would be fine, but what the Emperor didn't expect was that as soon as Hogg arrived, he dug out a bug nest, followed by a wave of alien creatures.

The Emperor could not hide Hogg's little thoughts from him. Even though he was at an astronomical distance and could only use a general-purpose sensor of the Angel of Bliss to scan him, the Emperor could tell at a glance that the moral level of the dwarf in front of him was not high.

Even this Primarch named Hogg is even more despicable than what Ferrus described before. I really don't understand how the Emperor on the other side educated him? It really makes our Emperor lose face.

I'm not afraid of trash, I'm just afraid of comparison!

Although the education level of Witchcraft Salted Meat in this world is also extremely poor, compared with the "kind father and filial son" who even openly calls his father a yellow-skinned man, Witchcraft Salted Meat instantly found a sense of existence and thought he was much better than him.

His thoughts flashed through his mind. For some reason, after repeatedly beating the two Primarchs, the Emperor suddenly felt that his condition had improved a little. His originally precarious divine power limit actually jumped back below the critical point, preventing him from cramming his butt into the Golden Throne.

But soon, the religious pollution of the entire human empire brought the Emperor back to the horrific torture device that caused him so much pain.

Carefully savoring the rare relaxation, Emperor Void took advantage of the time he still had and used his invincible psychic power to disrupt the fluctuations of time and space here. He then sealed off Saint Jarles, who was still lying on the ground pretending to be dead, so that he would not attract so much attention.

On the other hand, the Emperor did not help Hogg, who had been mentioned by Ferrus before, to disguise himself. In his view, this weirdo was just a small-sized Star God, and to the creatures in the Warp, it was even more of a strange and twisted poison.

Demons are crazy, but at least they are not fools. They won't step on a landmine on the side of the road. How could any subspace creature like it?

If it is true as Ferrus described, then the offspring in front of him, who is different from No. 11, is the reason why the emperor on the opposite side lives better than himself, and he can also find his own path to redemption from it.

Taking into account the time it took to trick Ferrus Kuang here, the Emperor who has held on until now finally can't hold on any longer and is about to fall into sleep again. But before he falls asleep, he has one last thing to do.

"Hogmenethil, go find me in Holy Terra. Once there, someone will explain everything to you. To ensure that you will not be discovered by those four idiots, you will have to rely on yourselves for this journey."

Hearing this, Hogge was immediately pleasantly surprised, because it meant that he would not be beaten again. Thinking of how he had just been beaten on the ground like a ball, and in front of his Zerg brothers, Hogge suddenly felt ashamed and said unhappily:

"Old Wall Lamp! Since you and Neos are both emperors, for the sake of distinction, you will be called Old Bacon from now on."

"Salted Ogryn, you can ask us to help you with your work, or even go to Terra, but you have to tell us where we are first. There's no one here, how can we get to Terra? Do we have to crawl along your hook?
The most important thing is where are my people? Where did you hide Ferrus? Hand him over to me immediately."

It was just a simple foul mouth, an ultimate enjoyment. Hogg didn't care whether he would be beaten or not. He had thick skin and flesh, and he had already embarrassed himself just now, so this was not a big deal at all.

But unlike the real punches he had imagined, when Hogg looked up, he found that there was no one in front of him. The yellow-skinned man who had been so demanding just now disappeared without a word.

After waiting for a few minutes and making sure that Witch Bacon was really gone, the Archangel and Hogg looked at each other and saw the same idea in each other's eyes:

"Shit, it's another riddle man!"

…………At the same time, in the human webway far away under the Golden Throne, Ferrus, who was commanding the Iron Hands and the Custodians to fight against the demons, shuddered all over, and the Emperor's voice came into his mind:

"My son, your brothers are here. Just as you said, Hogg is indeed a Primarch who feels very good to beat. The angel feels pretty good to the touch as well, and his meat is equally strong. I have to say that the people over there are really tough."

"Oh? It's Hogg and Sanguinius who are here. I guess this is a sure thing. Have you told them about their current situation? Did you tell them in a concise and straightforward manner as I reminded you before? After all, Hogg is notoriously slow in thinking."

"..."

"He'll understand!"

"..."

Embarrassment instantly struck. Hearing this, Ferrus was stunned. He had planned everything well before, but he didn't expect it to go wrong here.

He knew very well what kind of person Hogg was. That bastard was always thinking about his Second Empire. Suddenly coming to this world, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause, not to mention those corrupt brothers.

Even because of the presence of those rebellious primarchs, Ferrus was even more afraid that Hogg would get mixed up with that bunch of evildoers. After all, this guy had a criminal record.

"Hello? Are you listening? Old man Huang, please speak."

After calling out to no avail, Ferrus was at a loss as to what to do. However, seeing the Chaos army surging in front of him again, he could only activate the weapon platform on his body, cover the demonic tide in the distance with fire, and command the human troops to open fire at full power, absolutely not letting them break through the defense line.

"Webway, Webway, why are there so many demons in this damn Webway?"

When he thought about how he had just arrived in this world and was discovered by Fulgrim, who had been promoted to the Demon Prince, and then suffered humiliation for thousands of years, Ferrus felt pain all over his body. He simply raised the plasma rapid-fire cannon in his hand and swept it forward.

Everyone is equal under the blazing, boiling plasma. Even the devil cannot resist the extremely high temperature which is several times higher than that inside a star, and will be burned alive into rotten flesh and ashes.

The Chaos Army was no pushover either, and soon huge demon engines appeared in the demon tide, along with some powerful Chaos Demons interspersed among them.

Seeing this, two scarlet beams of light shot out of Ferrus' eyes, and then he stepped forward with his solid thighs weighing tens of thousands of tons, and with the roar of the chain "giant" sword in his hand spinning, he slashed at the blasphemous Titan opposite.

72 hours later, the originally tragic battlefield fell into a lull again. Both sides were preparing for the next war, and Ferrus was also pulled to the rear for repairs.

Seeing the Primarch covered in wounds again, a technical sergeant of the Iron Hands said helplessly: "Father, please remember to open the void shield in advance next time! We don't have any extra parts for you to replace."

Looking at these little cans crawling all over his body, holding various tools to perform repairs, for Ferrus, or rather, him who has lost his body and completely merged into a Warlord-class Titan and become a living Transformer, these offspring in front of him are the fundamental reason why he stayed.

Thinking of this, Ferrus activated the psychic transmitter on his body and shouted with a deafening mechanical voice to the huge figure in the distance, whose body was burning with flames but whose head was empty:

"Senior Headless, my butt is itchy. It must be some pink horror monsters that have crawled into it. Please use that flame to burn it for me."

Hearing that name being called again, accompanied by a burst of flames, the headless figure teleported directly to the Titan's head and kicked at the big iron lump:
"You're just a dog that can't change its nature. I don't know how you survived over there. Don't you know that you'll get beaten up if you talk bad?"

"It is a shame to be your brother. Use your rusty processor array to remember that I am the Lord of the Cursed Legion, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors - Perturabo!"

　It's one o'clock now. I have to go to bed right away. After yesterday's little dark room, the dog is obedient this time. There will be an update at noon. If everything goes well, I should be able to complete 8K+ explosive updates.
　　Quack - Slaanesh, you are defeated, and now you are a Corgi with strong inner and outer strength!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)