Chapter 540 Assassin's Creed, Eat Me Orbital Bombardment.

"Send a message to Lynn. I don't want his casualties. Let all the Angels of Bliss go forward. I only want Alicia!"

Looking at the holographic image in front of him, Hogg said nothing more, and Bane, who was the Primarch's guard, also sent out this message.

Instead of taking his own Blacklight, Hogg gave full authority to use his flagship to Lynn, and he went to Macragge's Glory to defend Guilliman, a thin-skinned and useless boy.

Grabbing the not-yet-dead Callidus Assassin at his feet, Hogg's body, which could change shape and instantly burst out with powerful strength, had no power to fight back and could only become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Using his claws to open the special mask and looking at the beautiful face underneath the mask, Hogg licked his lips, bit off her head, and carefully searched for the information contained in the brain.

"Pah! There's nothing. This person had his memory erased before he came. Apart from the fact that his target is a few of us Primarchs, there is no useful information."

Taking out the useless skull, Hogg thought for a moment, then spit the brains he had not yet eaten into the skull. He also stuffed a living tentacle into it and placed it in the headless body.

Accompanied by a boiling of blood and flesh, countless tentacles emerged from the assassin's body, reaching out to the broken limbs covering the deck, and returning to the body after clearing every piece of flesh.

This physically uncomfortable scene made Guilliman frown, and he said to Hogg helplessly:

"Brother, why don't you just go back? I can protect myself."

Instead of tolerating this rubbish, Hogg kicked him and pulled Guilliman’s pigtail, cursing:

"You think I'm willing to come and protect you? I'm protecting Lady Euton, but who knew you were such a loser? I can't figure out how you managed to start a big rebellion in the first place, and why you're so lame now?"

Guilliman, who was being scolded, did not dare to speak. Ever since the fleet left Macragge, the Assassin's Court had been keeping an eye on them. Almost every Primarch had faced more than one assassination attempt, and he faced assassination attempts every day.

As for the effectiveness, the presence of Hogg himself is the best proof.

"It's not my fault. I was so strong at that time because of the infusion of the evil god. I couldn't control myself. Otherwise, how do you think I could have seriously injured the emperor? Did I risk my life?"

Taking out the extreme handkerchief, Guilliman wiped the brain matter that splashed on his face, thinking that this brother Hogg was good in every way except that he had no manners when eating, especially when he was sucking people's brains, couldn't he just shut his mouth? It splashed all over him.

Putting down the pigtail in his hand, Hogg was a little speechless about Guilliman's useless remarks, but when he thought that this was the emperor of the Second Empire nominated by him, he could only grit his teeth and accept it.

Guilliman also grasped Hogg's pain point. In addition to continuing to handle government affairs remotely, he decentralized all power, letting good men manage good men and heroes manage heroes, highlighting the separation of military and political affairs, governing by inaction, and only caring about his farming plan.

But Guilliman guessed wrongly. Hogg was not a man of high moral standards. He turned around and saw Hogg moving his body and looking at him with unfriendly eyes:
"What are you going to do?"

"What? I've been your babysitter for such a long time, why are you asking me? Of course I'm going to beat you up!"

It is useless to reason with giant babies like the Primarchs. Only by using physical means to educate them harshly can they form muscle memory in their bodies.

Picking up the tough leather belt that Angron missed so much, Hogg tore open Guilliman's armor and whipped his extremely perky buttocks, cursing as he whipped:
"How dare you talk back, you bastard? There are only twenty or so assassins, and you can't beat them. No wonder everyone joins them without you. You are such a loser! If you were with us, you can only sit at the same table with Gotha." "Bah! You don't even have the qualifications to sit at the same table with Gotha. You can only sit with Titan and eat the children's meal."

Guilliman screamed and groaned as he was beaten, but his thick arms and legs were no match for Hogg's small arms and legs. He could only be held on Hogg's legs and humiliated severely, feeling the belated brotherly love.

"Brother, stop fighting. Don't you see what these assassins are? There are 16 Iverson assassins alone. If they self-destruct, they can even destroy the Dreadnought. You are simply forcing someone to do something against his will!"

"Oh!"

Before Guilliman could finish his words, a fine gold nail was embedded into Hogg's head, and the figure outside the string window was blown into pieces with a burst of scarlet lightning.

Looking at Hogg who saved him again, Guilliman was deeply moved. He grasped the steel nail with his hand and pulled it out fiercely. He placed it on the table together with the other 72 steel nails.

Looking at the whole box of adamantium bullets, Hogg threw away the naked Guilliman in his hand. He was really annoyed this time, and put this group of insects on the kill list in his mind.

It's not that you're afraid of thieves stealing, but you're afraid of thieves thinking about it. A whole month has passed since the Indomitable Expedition began, and during this month, this group of assassins has never stopped, making everyone annoyed to death.

They are not afraid of Primarchs like Hogg, but not everyone in the Second Empire is a Primarch. To some Space Marines and even high-ranking mortal officers, these assassins are no different from heroic units. They are really unable to defeat them and will be killed instantly upon encounter. As a result, Hogg has been performing a resurrection ceremony recently.

As the most valuable target among mortals, Lady Euton has always been the focus of assassins' attention. This is why Hogg did not just sit back and relax, but instead ran to Guilliman to take care of her.

In order to ensure the safety of important targets, Koze gave up the expeditionary battle and led his Midnight Lords to disperse to various legions to protect important targets.

But this time, Hogg really couldn't stand it anymore, and he decided to use some unconventional means to counter these disturbing flies.

With a flash of psionic energy, the assassin that had been implanted with tentacles trembled. Its body, which had grown rapidly due to devouring too much flesh and blood, began to shrink rapidly, and finally returned to its appearance before death, and it also opened its eyes.

"Your Highness, vz117 is at your service."

Attracted by this interesting phenomenon of resurrection from the dead, Guilliman, who was covering his butt with a piece of armor in his hand, came over, touched it up and down, and sighed:

"As expected of you, brother! The people you mold are so good-looking. Why do I feel like this face looks familiar? Isn't this me?"

Looking at the biochemical assassin in front of him who looked like himself, Guilliman wanted to beat Hogg violently, but he soon found that he could not beat him at all. What shocked him even more was that Hogg took out another freezer full of corpses of assassins who had died before.

More than 400 assassins' bodies were thawed out, and then Hogg implanted tentacles into them one by one, twisting them into resurrected warriors.

After their resurrection, these assassins did not stop but were sent out directly by Hogg, targeting Holy Terra.

Looking at Guilliman who was still hesitant, Hogg slapped him on the butt and said to this brother who still had illusions:
"To fight against foreign aggression, we must first stabilize the country. Once we break through this line of defense, prepare for orbital bombardment. No one on Holy Terra will be spared!"

(End of this chapter)