Chapter 538 How do you feel now?

Five years passed quickly, but in these short five years, the changes in the Second Empire were enormous.

With the stargate channels that have been inserted throughout the Far East and the Kara network capable of real-time communication, the productivity within the Second Empire has been fully mobilized. Especially under the coordination of Guilliman, the humanoid supercomputer, it has achieved an astonishing efficiency that would make the Human Empire envious and cry.

Because of Hogg, Guilliman did not wear the Armor of Fate that prevented him from bending over to pick up a piece of paper. Instead, he recovered his health under Hogg's metaphysical biotechnology, and by the way, he also got the same golden pigtail as Abaddon.

Perhaps because they thought this look was funny, other Primarchs followed suit after seeing it. The entire upper echelons of the Second Empire were almost all filled with Abaddon, so much so that the White Scar Shampoo Cream that came with the Dark Portal was sold out.

The speed of Dorne's infrastructure construction was terrifying, and the Forge World on the other side of the Dark Portal was also working at full capacity, processing the raw materials transported into war materials, some of which were packaged and stored, and some were fed back to the Second Empire via merchant ships.

Under this virtuous cycle, in just five years, the Second Empire completely made a name for itself in the galaxy, attracting many frustrated forces to join it, including the Space Wolves who were trying to seize the soul of the Primarch, and even the Fallen Angels who were wanted by the Council of High Lords.

Because their own Primarchs had once rebelled, these two legions had been ostracized within the Empire. Although the Primarchs of their respective legions had given various explanations, other Space Marines believed that sooner or later these cousins ​​would follow their Primarchs in corruption and become real rebels.

On one side is the Human Empire that is being marginalized, and on the other side is the Second Empire that is offering an olive branch, promising to become a loyal follower of the Dragon. The two old guys, Bjorn and Luther, quietly got together, discussed for a day and a night on a mountain top, and then parted unhappily. However, they met again at a welcome banquet half a month later.

"You are a traitor. You actually defected to the Second Empire. I am ashamed of your Wolf King!"

"Ah!" Bjorn waved his fearless arm and pointed at Luther and cursed:
"You bastard, I don't know who said that even if he died, even if he jumped off this place, he would never eat a single bite of food from the Second Empire. What are you holding in your hand now? Tell me quickly."

Looking at the delicious fried rice mixed with blue meat cubes in his hand, Luther slammed the bowl on the table in anger. After thinking for a moment, he pushed the fried rice into the bowl and took a big bite:
"Oh! It smells so good. Hey, I can eat, unlike some people who are trapped in the Dreadnaught and can't even open their mouths. They can only survive on nutrient solution."

Perhaps he realized that he had found the pain point, Luther put his face close to Bjorn's fearless observation window and ate like crazy, which made the old wolf lord so angry that he emitted a burst of black smoke and sparks were seen flying from the rear radiator.

"Asshole, you deserve to die!"

Seeing these two old soldiers quarreling over a bowl of rice, Abaddon, who had recognized the thief as his father in advance, laughed out loud:

"Hehe, see? These two old guys are lame, unlike me, who is a true veteran of the long war!"

Huron grabbed the slice of meat from the boss's plate and nodded quickly:
"Brother is right, these old guys are incompetent at everything. Eating is their top priority. The Empire has fallen into such a state because of these idiots. Damn it! I am an Ultramarines, right? They actually call me a traitor!"

Hearing this, Abaddon wanted to say that this Ultramarines was a traitor from the beginning, and that your background was not clean from the beginning. If he hadn't made a fortune, you, a fool who walked into the trap, would have died long ago.

Looking at all the distinguished persons at the banquet, Hogden felt that the Second Empire was full of talented people. Coupled with their millions of strong soldiers, it wouldn't be long before that yellow-skinned guy would kneel down and call him daddy.

But Hogg was well aware of the principle that the first bird to stick its head out gets shot, and he knew that he could not beat a dragon arrogant like Huangpizi. It would be bad if he was pinned to the ground and beaten. So he quickly pulled Guilliman, who was discussing the body structure of the Eldar with Curze, over and put him in the first place.

"Brothers, be quiet, everyone, look at me. I have something to announce. Stop fighting those two guys over there. If you keep causing trouble, I'll beat you up."

Ever since they witnessed Hogg's terrifying ability to destroy a ship alone, the attitude of these arrogant soldiers changed drastically. They recognized this good uncle on the spot and followed the mastermind behind the Second Empire.

Seeing the real boss coming to speak, all the Space Marines hurriedly sat up straight, wanting to hear what the leader had to say. However, Hogg did not speak immediately, but lifted Guilliman and the chair under him, and called everyone to go outside.

On Macragge Square, a total of 1.2 million Space Marines stood there, and there were countless mortal auxiliary troops, extending from the square and covering the entire land.

Blackwatch, Ultramarines, Night Lords, Imperial Fists, Death Guard, Space Wolves, World Eaters, Fallen Angels, and even the Black Legion brought by Abaddon, and the Hydra mixed in among them, a total of nine and a half legions of soldiers gathered here, waiting together for the expedition order to sound.

However, in this team that looked disloyal, all the soldiers looked towards a distant corner, at the legion of angels of bliss wearing simple armor and full of blasphemy.

Such a spectacular sight naturally attracted a large number of onlookers. Miss Omega even brought her Hydra boy to carry cameras and conduct a multi-angle live broadcast.

As a blue figure sitting on a golden throne appeared, all cameras turned and pointed directly at the Emperor of the Second Empire.

Far away in Holy Terra in the Solar System, the Emperor and several other Primarchs squatted in front of a terminal to watch the live broadcast of this galactic announcement.

"Father, are you sure that the Second Empire is loyal? Why do I feel something is wrong?"

Lorgar's words made all the Primarchs turn around and look at the Emperor sitting on the throne. The Emperor was not nervous, but said with confidence:
"Don't worry! No matter what, they are all my children. Even if they are from another world, they will still be loyal to me. This is what another emperor told me personally.

Although my other self has a bit of a mean character, no matter what, the revival of mankind has always been our common wish.

What's more, we have Angron, Mortarion, and Curze over there. With these three heirs I trust the most, it is impossible for them to all rebel.

Even if we take a step back, Omega is still in the Second Empire. You can always trust your younger brother! He is the first child that Malcador and I have raised together. With the comprehensive teaching of the two of us, there will be absolutely no problem.

And didn’t you all see the message Omega sent out before? As long as we are ready to provide support, we will be able to rejuvenate the empire. You must believe in my father’s amazing wisdom!

Please stop blocking my view, they seem to be talking over there."

The five Primarchs said nothing and turned to look at the terminal. Only Ferrus clenched his teeth, afraid that he would laugh out loud.

As the camera zoomed in, Guilliman's face was transmitted to the entire galaxy through the Khala network, and the first voice was heard in the camera:
"Huang Tian is dead, and Cang Tian should be established! That emperor is unworthy of being a ruler. Brothers, let's rebel against him."

"Hahaha! I knew this would happen,"

Ferrus, who could no longer hold back, laughed wildly, and the other Primarchs were also infected by his laughter, but for the sake of the Emperor's face, they could only cover their laughter with their hands. Finally, they could not bear it any longer and rolled on the ground with Ferrus.

And suddenly a familiar voice sounded in the emperor's ears:

"Yes, that's the expression. That's the expression! How do you feel now? My good brother!"

(End of this chapter)