Chapter 501 I still owe her a date

A week after arriving in this world, Hogg and the Angel finally understood the current situation of the empire.

As Hogg expected, this unfortunate timeline is the so-called Guilliman Heresy, with only a slight difference in the young couple Ferrus and Fulgrim. If the influence of the Primarch is excluded, the biggest difference is the young man Abaddon.

Here, the Luna Wolves can be said to be loyal and brave, and Horus is the true wolf-shepherd god, but as Sigismund said before, the benevolent policies of the High Lords' Council are too humanized, and even if Angron, the incarnation of the government servant, works hard, he cannot take care of everything.

What's even more annoying is that although the High Collarists here are still so inhumane in terms of being inhuman, they are actually loyal. They are countless levels stronger than the insects on Hogg's side. However, their abilities are limited and they are simply unable to control the entire empire, so that their subordinates are secretly disobeying their orders.

Because of some minor frictions, the originally arrogant Abaddon finally broke with the Council of Lords. He neither joined Chaos nor was loyal to the Empire. He went straight to Badab and established himself as the king. He became known as Brother Abaddon, the timely rain in the world.

It is better not to mention Corax, who Dorn is extremely afraid of, because this damn thing has become a horrible monster without any distinction of chaos, looking even weirder than Hogg himself. Just by standing there, he doesn't need to do anything, and everyone around him will indiscriminately fall into madness, which is completely like the style of Cthulhu.

So much so that the Chaos side didn't dare to mention him, and even the Loyal side didn't dare to mention him. No matter which side, they all regarded Corax as a mobile natural disaster, and whoever met him would be unlucky.

In order to break the deadlock, Hogg decided to start farming, slowly eliminating the corruption of the Imperial Fists while mass-producing doll-making machines, in order to produce at least 200 million Guilliman-like dolls, otherwise he would not take action.

Hogg planned to recuperate, and Dorn agreed wholeheartedly. Through their interactions over the past few days, he also realized that this strange brother named Hogg was actually a loyalist in nature, and he had some unspeakable thoughts in his mind.

"What? You want to be the Imperial Warmaster! What's so good about this crappy title that you guys should fight over it?"

Looking at the big lemon guy in front of him, who was straight and had hair that was beginning to turn into a Shamatte hairstyle, Hogg was numb and yelled at Dorn:
"Brother, this title of Warmaster is nothing good. Why are you fighting for it?"

"Don't worry about it. I've been embarrassed anyway. This is the only hobby I have in my life. I have to be the Warmaster of the Empire. To borrow the words you used to fool the devil, I just want to improve myself too much."

At this moment, Hogg finally understood what was different about the rebel primarchs here. They were all competitive people, completely different from the lazy scoundrels on his side.

Hogg, who was lazy by nature, decided to give his cheap brother some advice. He took out two Rick's traditional cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to him. Sigismund, who had become Hogg's lackey, also lit up the cigarettes for the two fathers with great tact.

As three columns of smoke rose, the smoke that could kill an ordinary person began to evaporate. Looking at Dorn, who still had a face full of bitterness and hatred, Hogg said:
"Brother, what do you want the title of War Marshal for? This title is useless. Not to mention that you have already betrayed me, even if you want to clear your name, this title of War Marshal will not be yours.

Besides, a name alone is useless. Xiaoxi, do you think I am powerful?"

"That's too much," Sigismund narrowed his eyes. His father had beaten and scolded him before, but his new godfather loved him very much. He was not a fool now that he had a wider career, so he said with a flattering face:
"Father, you are wise and powerful, with amazing strength, and you have both class and looks. If I hadn't met you too late, I would have come to you long ago!"

Holding down Dorn, who looked surprised, Hogg smiled shamelessly:

"Listen, Sigismund is your son. He said so, so I must be the same as he described. I have only been in this world for a few days and I have gained such a reputation. Do you know why?" Dorn thought to himself, isn't it because you have a big fist? If I could beat you, I would have pinned you to the ground and beaten you. Why would a little dwarf like you have the chance to complain here?

Perhaps he heard Dorn's thoughts, Hogg pulled out his belt and started beating him up without saying a word, and even summoned all the Imperial Fists on the Expedition to watch, highlighting his inhumanity.

The Primarch being beaten was originally an insulting thing, but after Rogal Dorn had beaten him eleven times for nearly ten thousand years, all the Imperial Fists watching did not move, but just watched quietly, as if that big guy was not their father at all.

After all, the truly filial Imperial Fists were all killed in the massacre just now, and now they are probably already digested by Hogg. Without a leader, these lemon boys don't want to run into this bad luck.

On the other hand, seeing that everyone was silent, Hogg announced on the spot that there would be an extra meal tonight, and all the supplies in the warehouse were taken out to make a big meal, which directly caused cheers from the group of young men who had suffered for ten thousand years.

Waving off the crowd, Hogra pulled up the disheartened Rogal Dorn and sat with him on the deck. With a sincere and sincere expression, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he deceived again:

"Brother, the pain from the beating on your body is also the pain in my heart! Don't think that I just want to beat you for fun. How could I be such a boring person? I just want you to understand one thing."

He stretched out his five fingers and slowly put them together, then punched him hard in front of Dorn's puzzled eyes:
"This is just a pure desire to hit you, but it doesn't matter. Do you see my fist? Power and authority are inseparable. When you have a powerful force like mine, the Imperial Warmaster means nothing.

I'm not bragging to you, but in my world, I am the 11th-ranked Primarch, the one who was eliminated early on in your side.

Don't look at my short stature, but I am the number one in the Chain of Power. Even the Four Gods have to give me face. I have countless aliens under my command. I am an iron-clad loyalist! Even that little bitch Slaanesh would kneel down and beg for mercy when he saw me, shouting safe words to beg for mercy. "

Perhaps in order to prove that he was indeed not afraid of Slaanesh, Hogg wanted to pull down his pants for Dorn to see. Dorn was so scared that he quickly stepped back and shouted, "Brother Hogg, don't do that!"
Perhaps Hogg was exaggerating too much, and the Archangel who was taking a beauty sleep beside him couldn't stand it anymore:

"Hey! I don't know who was suppressed and exploited by Slaanesh for 10,000 years, and was finally kicked out as medicine dregs. And I don't know who wanted to establish the Second Empire and sent out a notice, but no one came to join after waiting for half a year. It can't be the dwarf who was beaten by Old Man Huang all the time!"

Hogg was ashamed after his past was exposed. He quickly skipped the topic and asked again:
"Don't listen to that nonsense, Dorn. Do you still want to be the Warmaster of the Empire?"

Looking at Hogg, the angel, and even Sigismund, who no longer called him father, all three of them with inquiring eyes, Dorn said firmly:

"Think, I have to become the Imperial Warmaster because I owe Pepe a date!"

"What?"∑(O_O；)(=Д=)(Д)ノ

(There is another one, rubbing it)
(End of this chapter)