Chapter 495 The sand sculpture virus is about to spread.

If your good brother comes up to you and says that he has opened a company that is listed on the stock market and is worth over 100 million yuan, and now invites you to work as a senior executive, offering generous treatment and no deception, and that your good brother is still your friend and that you will die for him, what will you do?
If a good brother really doesn't lie, then he is not a good brother but a living father. At least kowtow to him.

It’s not clear how the others chose, but Hogg was really moved.

Apart from anything else, after seeing Khorne's dog head, Hogg immediately determined that this was a sure thing, and extremely sure, the kind that even a crazy big jerk couldn't overturn.

The riddle man of witchcraft bacon can't even speak clearly. Besides being as despicable as Old Man Huang, he talks so much nonsense without giving any benefits.

On the other hand, the dog who is full of the aura of a rich man, no, the god of courage in war, immediately asked for the second-in-command position, and it was directly hired by the boss, which was like feeding the meal into his mouth.

The efforts just now were not in vain. Others may not know why, but Hogg knew why. Through the only holy relic left in the world by Gotha, Hogg successfully pried open a corner of Khorne here and gave him the setting of a kobold.

I had no choice before, and now Hogg wants to be a traitor. Dog brother and I are close friends, so how can I play tricks on him?

Seeing the incarnation of the god shaking its dog head, Hogg was wondering why he was acting strangely. Without saying anything, he spoke directly:
"Okay, Kobold, you are really straightforward. Now that things have come to this, I have nothing more to say. As long as what you said is true, I will be your second-in-command in the Zong family army."

Upon hearing this, the kobold was very satisfied, as if a wish had been fulfilled. He poured a wave of blessings on Hogg and also gave him the authority to the Khorne Realm.

Such a generous behavior almost moved Hogg to tears. He was worried that his psionic energy reserves were running low, and he would have to use up his not-so-abundant hidden energy reserves. But who would have thought that the kobolds were the same no matter where they were, and were still so loyal!

Hogg was happy, but some people were depressed.

Sigismund, who witnessed all this, felt his scalp tingling. His reason told him that everything had become abnormal since the appearance of the strange primordial being named Hogg.

The Blood God, who was originally extremely tyrannical, actually took off the helmet that he never took off. Such a rude request was easily agreed to. Even the dog-headed face was weird and abnormal. He had never heard that the Blood God was a dog-headed man!
Even the strange iron man who was gradually crawling up from the ground was the same. His originally charming and unique face that had special attacks on Space Marines was extremely creepy in Sigismund's eyes, as if a twisted monster was staring at him through those eyeballs.

The enormous pressure from his soul made Sigismund unable to move at all. He couldn't even speak out to remind his own god. He could only watch the monster who looked like the Lord of Night talking there.

Just as this warrior with a strong heart used his will to eliminate the chaotic thoughts filled with madness and distortion, he finally saw everything clearly.

There was no Primarch at all, but a strange lump of flesh with pitch-black tentacles, an unsettling red glow all over its body, and huge, ferocious mouths all over it.

What was devastating was that Sigismund discovered that the strange tentacles were devouring everything around them, whether it was the surging warp magic energy or the souls and flesh of his men who should have been dead.

Even the Blood God was tainted by that pollution. All living things were entangled by the tentacles and dragged into the disturbing giant mouth bit by bit, and his body had already turned scarlet.

His sanity began to slip away. Regardless of whether Sigismund could injure the Primarch or not, at this moment, he felt the fear of the unknown for the first time.

What was even more difficult for him to accept was that as the Blood God bestowed his blessing, the light on the monster became increasingly intense, and had grown into scarlet lightning. The place where the lightning flowed was precisely the iron man who had just given them a double insult.

Just like scaring yourself when walking at night, Sigismund, who had a rich imagination, became more and more terrified the more he thought about it. The more he looked at the monster in front of him, the more psionic energy he was infected with, and he fell into a dead loop. Seeing that his vision was getting more and more blurred, and the real body of the monster in his field of vision began to gradually change into that dwarf, Sigismund knew that his sanity was almost exhausted, and he might lose himself completely like those puppets.

At the critical moment, Sigismund suddenly remembered the prophecy he had calculated using numerology before coming here, and quickly used the last bit of his strength to say those strange words in his heart:

"Don't let the Legion down!"

"..."

Like a safe word, after Sigismund uttered this sentence from the bottom of his heart, the pollution stopped instantly, and then left his body at a very fast speed, taking away the scarlet psionic energy that had grown several times stronger.

But at the moment when the strange red light left, a warning sounded in Sigismund's heart:
"Little Can, you'd better behave yourself. If you come across me doing this, I don't mind ordering some appetizers."

As if it was a nightmare, Sigismund, who finally returned to reality, was sweating profusely. He greedily breathed in the air around him, and his eyes were full of bloodshot, reminding him that he had just walked on the edge of madness.

But the others were not so lucky. The Chaos Space Marines who were supposed to regroup died like mortals in the aftermath. But the sharp-eyed Sigis knew that there was only an empty shell underneath the armor, and all the flesh and blood had been sent into the monster's mouth along with the black tentacles.

There is great terror between life and death. Sigismund is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die in such an unclear way.

A thought that shouldn't have appeared began to emerge, persuading him that it would be better to live a miserable life than to die, and if he had that time, he might as well go online to Kara and play a few games of Galaxy Smash.

"What is the Galaxy War?" Sigis accidentally said what he was thinking, and soon heard the strange angel next to him who was supposed to be dead answer:
"Galaxy Mayhem is a competitive game hosted by Blackwatch. If you want to play it, you'd better find a place with a Kara network, but there is obviously no Kara network here. I guess you have already experienced the horror of my brother. How do you feel?"

How do you feel? Sigismund thought to himself, I feel shit! I almost lost my life to that monster. If I hadn't had a good relationship with the Death Guard ten thousand years ago and secretly learned some numerology, my father would never see me again.

However, the Sword Master of the West who cursed in his heart didn't know that Hogg was notoriously petty. Even if he cursed in his heart, it would not work as Hogg would directly record it in his book of hatred.

Soon he heard a sentence that made his hair stand on end:

"Boss Dog, why don't you send Sigismund to me? I'm in need of a slave."

Although it was unclear why Hogg wanted the little fellow, the dog-headed man who had already got his favorite would not refuse, and agreed generously:

"Of course, Your Majesty."

"Hey! Wait, I am the Emperor."

(End of this chapter)