Chapter 515 Guilliman: Mom doesn’t want me anymore!

Two weeks passed quickly, and the Lemon Fist, which set out from Holy Tira, finally arrived at the world of Ultramar 500 ruled by Guilliman.

Due to the continuous ravages by the Tyranids, the world of Ultramar 500 was filled with planetary fortresses on high alert. As soon as the Supreme Lemon appeared, it was directly surrounded by the ships of the Ultramarines and the regent of the Principality of Ultramar, Calgar, was notified.

Regardless of whether he is corrupt or not, Guilliman is much better than Dorn, the polar country bumpkin, in terms of etiquette and cultivation. Calgar, the first Baturu under the Warmaster, has learned the true skills. He only brought the Primarch's guards and went to the Lemon in person to invite him.

Looking at the still tall and mighty Rogal Dorn in front of him, Kalgatung was surprised. Because Dorn's reputation as a beggar was too loud, every time he saw him, he would ask for money. It was rare to see this Primarch so "energetic"!
It's no wonder that Calgar described Dorn like this, because he really couldn't think of any good words to describe him. After all, Dorn is the Primarch after all, and a big guy with a height of four meters. You can't say that he has a kind face.

Not to mention that Dorn's image at this time was extremely difficult to break. As a demon prince, he had a ridiculous bun on his head, and his eyes were darting around, revealing a kind of clear and pure innocence that Calgar could not understand.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Calgar would have thought that the guy in front of him was Abaddon's pointy-headed mercenary leader!
"Sir, my father has already prepared a banquet for your arrival, and has also made preparations for these distinguished guests. When will you leave?"

Dorn didn't say anything and continued to look cocky, but soon he flew up and was kicked down by Hogg who was blocking his view from behind:
"You bastard, you are addicted to pretending. Why are you so big? I am the real leader of the Lemon Fist, Karga, right? I recognize you, don't pretend here, take me to eat quickly, uncle, I'm hungry."

As expected of a good guy who is a member of the Extreme Warriors, even though Hogg was so arrogant, Calgar still kept smiling, and immediately led the way in front, leading everyone to the landing craft.

On the landing craft, looking at the four big guys in front of him, Calgar was very confused. He ignored Dorn and asked Hogg, who was the main person:
"Your Highness Hogg, I have heard of your great name. Now half of the empire knows your majestic and heroic figure carrying the four gods. Seeing you today, I can see that your reputation is well-deserved! Who are these two people beside you?"

Pulling the elegant young man over, although he knew that his intentions were not pure, Hogg was very satisfied with the two compliments he had received. Like a true brother, he put his arm around his shoulders and introduced him:
"I don't need to say anything. I'm sure your intelligence network has already explored it clearly. No matter how I came here, you just need to know that I am the eleventh Primarch - Hogmenethil. Calling me good uncle will definitely benefit you."

"The one with chicken wings is Sanguinius, the Primarch of the 9th Legion. He is now single and is my top charlatan. He serves as the image ambassador of the Lemon Fist."

Hearing Hogg say that the angel was the ambassador, Calgar held back his laughter, thinking that this despicable person who was hated by everyone was not good-looking, it would be better for you to be the ambassador, at least you look exactly like Lord Curze, but soon, he heard Hogg continue to introduce:
"And this one is even more important. Don't be fooled by her dissolute appearance, like a roast chicken, but she is the Lord of Hydra, known as Omega, one of the twin primarchs, and your aunt!"

When Omega heard Hogg calling him, he smiled at Calgar.

"Quid infernum est?"

Calgar was confused when he heard a sentence in ancient Terraria. Everything else was fine, after all, no matter how unreasonable it was, he could accept it. But what the hell was Omega becoming a big aunt? And little aunt, so Perturabo is my eldest aunt, what you did was extremely blasphemous even to us!
Closing Calgar's surprised mouth, Hogg rubbed his short hair and comforted him:
"I didn't expect you to have Alzheimer's at such a young age. My brother Guilliman didn't even give you a proper treatment. Why don't you come to me? Our Lemon Fist is in its rising stage and the benefits are first-class. Would you like to consider it?"

Naturally, Calga would not agree to such poaching in public, and he immediately declined Hogg's invitation. He sat there without saying anything, but his eyes kept subconsciously drifting towards Omega, with an indescribably creepy and weird expression.

But the weirder it felt, the more Calgar felt an inexplicable curiosity and wanted to take another look, just like an innocent little boy who wanted to be shy but didn't dare to be shy in front of his older sister.

However, what Calgar didn't know was that in the hidden corner, the starlight entered his body along with his breathing, slowly and resolutely twisting his mind and worldview. As the airtight valve opened, the four of them stepped onto the red carpet laid out for them, and Hogg subconsciously ignored the surrounding Ultramarines with live ammunition, and shouted arrogantly:

"Guilliman, your big brother is here, why don't you come out and greet him?"

Guilliman, who was watching from a distance, perfectly captured Hogg's arrogant attitude with his powerful vision comparable to that of an astronomical telescope, and could not help but sigh:

"If you are too domineering, you are seeking death!"

Although he said this, Guilliman still put on his signature politician smile and walked towards the dwarf in the distance. When he got closer, he hugged Hogg directly:

"Good brother!" ×2
The two equally sinister Primarchs acted like brothers on the surface, but secretly they cursed each other in barely audible voices:
"You little bastard, you gave me face, but you didn't even bring a guard, and you dared to spread rumors to ask me to come and greet you in person. I'll let you know what it means to close the door and beat the dog."

"Bah! Damn you Guilliman, you thought you didn't know that I not only spread your rumors, but also filmed the rumors and sent them to the entire galaxy. If you dare to go against me, I will beat you up and make you call me daddy."

"Why are you silent? I heard from Dorn that you have been sleeping in the Stasis for ten thousand years. How come Mortarion's poison didn't kill you?"

"Oh my, are you anxious? Guilliman, the Sleeping Beauty who was awakened by Lilith Megatron with the kiss of true love, if the yellow-skinned man saw you having an affair with the alien, I'm afraid he would climb out of the golden toilet to settle the score with you."

Guilliman had to admit that Hogg was a bastard with a sharp tongue. Every word he said was about his shortcomings, which was totally inconsistent with the intelligence on Calgar. He was simply a despicable Primarch with questionable morals.

And then something happened that made him lose his defense. Hogg abandoned him and rushed to Mrs. Euton, who had not said a word since he woke up, and yelled in front of everyone:
"Mom! Your big son is here to see you!"

Lady Euton actually hugged Hogg's head and stabbed Guilliman, who was already as sour as a lemon:

"My only child, you are finally back."

　My Corgi is out delivering goods now. I just got off the train and have the bad luck to be the first shift. Once I’m outside, I won’t have to drive and I can use the tablet to type.

　　So, the third one will be rubbed out a little later, probably before three o'clock.

　　I hope nothing goes wrong with this escort. It's a bit chaotic outside. Shit, does this count as planting a flag?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)