Chapter 502: Warhammer's Expensive Godfather

Holy Terra, in the human webway.

Looking at the Khorne army slowly retreating in front of her, Perturabo frowned. Although she had no head and only the illusion of fire on her head, it was much better than Ferrus who had already become inhuman.

"What happened? Why did the most warlike red-skinned devil retreat?"

No one answered this question because everyone had the same doubt, whether they were the Custodians or the Space Marines, or even the Oil Man who was covered in cables and not much better than Ferrus, didn't know the answer, but this did not stop everyone from being happy.

Ever since the Emperor was trapped in the Golden Throne, the human webway has been in turmoil. Countless demons have been scrambling to use this tunnel to confront the Ass of Witchcraft Bacon, and the human coalition has also held out here for thousands of years.

As insiders, it was hard for Ferrus and Perturabo not to associate such a strange phenomenon with Hogg and the angel, because the timing was too coincidental. It was impossible to say that there was no connection.

Ferrus made the decision on the spot, insisting that Hogg had something to do with the matter: "Pepe, you may not know that my brother is quite open over there, and he has a lot of connections with Chaos.

I am still very relieved, Sanguinius. Just based on the behavior of that unlucky guy on your side, the Kobolds will definitely ignore him. But Hogg, I can only say that you should be careful!"

Perturabo was a little confused. Didn't he say he would call for two loyalist reinforcements? Why was he still involved with Chaos? He had clearly said before that Hogg was a staunch loyalist. Aren't you trying to trick him?

Perhaps because he had lost his head, Ferrus had a close relationship with Perturabo after coming here. Seeing the irritable sister's weapon warming up, Ferrus, who had transformed into Megatron, quickly projected a holographic image, pointed at Hogg in the image and asked:

"Do you see anything special about him?"

What's so special about it, Perturabo thought, isn't it just a white-haired dwarf? Although he looks exactly like Koz, not only does he have a mean look on his face, he also wears a red scarf. Wait, why does that red scarf look so familiar?

"What the hell is that scarf? I think I saw it on that evil god. And why do you keep calling Khorne a kobold?"

Seeing that the headless senior had discovered something suspicious, the former headless senior, Ferrus, gently nodded with his huge Titan head:

“No doubt, that red scarf is the same one. Even on our side, Hogg is still the Dog Emperor of Khorne. The eldest brother holds the Golden Throne, and the second brother holds the Bronze Throne. This is a fact recognized by us brothers.

As for why Khorne is called a dog-headed man? I can only say that you should be more careful in the future. Anyway, those red-skinned demons should not come again. If they come, they will come in the physical world, and maybe they can become your comrades-in-arms! "

God damn, they became comrades-in-arms. Ever since Dorne betrayed the Empire, Perturabo hated these red-skinned barbarians to the core. It was that bastard Khorne who kidnapped the child he had raised with his own hands and left him with only half of his body.

Seeing the fire on the grumpy old sister's head, even though he had turned into a War Admiral-class Titan, Ferrus also felt the pipeline turbulence, thinking that this world was too fucked up. Not only was the Primarch not a Jiba boy, but there were also a few more crazy women, who were nowhere as good as his own dog girl Fu Fu.

The eldest brother doesn't laugh at the second brother. Ferrus is not a good thing either. Although he has a body of steel, his heart is still that of a teenager. If it weren't for the group of little black cans under his feet, he would have run to meet Hogg long ago, at least let his good brother rub out a body for him.

"Oh! Good brother, please come and save me! I don't know how Fogg is doing now."

………………

At the same time, the good brother that Ferrus was talking about was in a state of outage. Dorn's words directly controlled Hogg and the other two for half a minute, especially Sigismund, the youngest one.

Hogg and the other two were just surprised that Perturabo was actually a big jerk, but the Swordmaster of the West shouted on the spot: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, I don't recognize this stepmother! Rogal Dorn, you are a bastard, what do you think of us who have followed you for thousands of years?"

"At the beginning, you said one word, and we followed you to rebel. We will accept you no matter what, whether it is wealth, glory or status. Even if you are not happy with that witchcraft bacon, as long as you have a reason, we, the Imperial Fists, are willing to go through fire and water for you."

"I am not a rookie. I have been through the Great Crusade and the Heresy. I was even the first one to injure Horus. But this is not the case!"

Seeing that there was a big melon to eat, Hogg and the Angel sneaked into the sofa, took out two bags of snacks and chewed them, determined to eat the big melon.

Just like the rebellious old father, Dorn did not fall into a rage. Instead, he just stood there stupidly. His twisted little expression was exactly the same as Perturabo in the eyes of the angel Hogg, even worse!

However, Sigismund lived up to his name as a swordsman. He was still attacking and yelled:

"Rogal Dorn, you are a Ji#!"

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? You are the worst of all the Primarchs. Even that loser Sanguinius was very caring towards his Blood Angels, but what kind of life are we, the Imperial Fists, leading?"

The archangel watching the show nearby was very depressed, thinking, "You can scold me, but please don't drag me into this, okay?" The angels here are rubbish, but I am a serious person.

"But I have my reasons. Pepe is different!"

Hearing this, Sigismund became even more angry, slapped the power armor with a black fist printed on it and shouted:

"How dare you say that? Over the past ten thousand years, we and the Iron Warriors have become mortal enemies. We all tried to persuade you at the beginning. What were you doing then?"

"And the most important thing is that Perturabo brought you out from Invert. She raised you for 20 years. How dare you have such dirty thoughts? I despise you!"

After saying this, Sigismund tore off the shoulder armor with the Imperial Fist logo, turned around and pounced on Hogg:

"Foster father, please accept my son's greeting. I have been wandering in the west for half my life without meeting a wise master. Today, I have suddenly realized my mistake. If you can take me in, I will definitely go into battle for you and take care of you until the end of your life."

"Me too!"

The tightly closed door suddenly opened, and a large number of Imperial Fists were waiting outside. They had heard what had just been said, and it was a shame for them to have such a father.

Who is that Iron Warrior? How dare he want to form a family with us? He has no shame at all. We had no choice before, but now we have an even more expensive foster father, Rogal Dorn? It's irrelevant!
Seeing such a loving father and filial son, if Hogg didn't respond, it would be a bit too ungrateful. He directly accepted the son of the big man who was worth a hundred thousand. But Dorne, who had been silent all this time, suddenly shouted:
"No, Sigismund can, but you can't say anything bad about Pepe, because she is your Primarch!"

"???"

Hogg: "What the hell! Is there another expert?"

(End of this chapter)