Chapter 462: The Silver-Striped High Priest—Erda.

In this world where all living things have souls and faith can be materialized, becoming a god is something that is easy to say but also difficult to do.

First of all, you have to have some people who are devoted to you and believe in you. The number doesn’t have to be too large, but at least it has to be a race that is somewhat well-known. Only such a number of races can meet the belief requirements for becoming a god.

Secondly, one's own strength cannot be too weak. For example, the Titanium Goddess next door, although she is also a deity, she is just a dish to Hogg and is eaten in two or three bites. There is no point in becoming a god. Now she can only play games in a corner with a terminal cat, and is betrayed by her teammate Huangpizi every day.

The most crucial thing is the official deity position certified by the subspace. This thing is like a name on the imperial examination list. With that certification, you are the master. Without that certificate, you are just a local wild god. The previous Wa Banxian was in this state of self-struggle.

At this point, Hogg couldn't help but admire Wa Banxian's perseverance. It was not a shame to be born in a humble family. A real man must be able to bend and stretch. If he hadn't died early, Wa Banxian would have written a book called "My Struggle". It was a pity that there was no Poland in the Milky Way for him to strike.

In the Lord's Mansion of Hogg, four big guys, including Garda, were enjoying a back massage with essential oils from several Eldar technicians. Next to them, there was a group of little cats performing a vigorous dance, looking exactly like a tyrant.

But we should save where we should and spend where we should. After fighting all our lives, can’t we enjoy ourselves?

Although Horus and Rus look serious, they are not good people at heart. If the mother had not been present, they might have needed ten technicians to take turns serving them.

The Eldar are worthy of being the Eldar. Although they are as thin as bean sprouts, they have dense muscles all over their bodies. Their small hands make people feel very comfortable, especially Mara, an ancient Roman village girl who has never seen the world.

"Hogg, is what you just said feasible? Why do I feel it's a little unreliable?"

Before Hogg could refute, the licking dog offspring on the side answered:

"Mother, although Hogg is short, ugly, and full of bad intentions, I fully agree with what he just said. Isn't it just to debut as an idol of the Empire? Look, even the anthropomorphic appearance of the Emperor can become His Majesty the Divine Emperor. You are 10000 times better than him."

"Me, me too!"

Who is the Emperor? Horus and the others have forgotten. Now they only have Mara as their sun in their hearts. Especially after Hogg took out a batch of exquisite gauze clothes, their filial piety has gradually deteriorated.

But Mara was a country girl after all. Except for the few years she enjoyed with Hogg in ancient Rome, she had never had a full meal in her life. After seeing those indecent skirts, she shrank back like an ostrich.

If your brain isn't working well, you need to find an external brain. The person Mara trusts most is Hogg, but Hogg's moral bottom line is not much better than Old Man Huang's.

"My apprentice, you have to stand up! Who said before that you should be a qualified mother to make up for the lack of maternal love of the Primarch? I'm not asking you to be a Roman she-wolf. With us brothers here, who dares to say a word of gossip? We will make them fly away with their planets.

That yellow-skinned guy doesn't have a good attitude towards you. Listen to my advice. It's just showing your face and posing. When the spotlight comes on, I will call Fulgrim to make a pose for you. You don't even need to think about it. Just say a few words of "Long live the Empire" and a group of people will be loyal to you."

After hearing this, Mara was still a little hesitant. After all, his mentality had not changed. He was afraid of being poor before, and was looked down upon wherever he went. When it came to stepping into the spotlight, he felt a little uncomfortable.

If it were anyone else, Hogg would have brainwashed her and turned her into a tool long ago. But it was different with Mara. She was his biological sister, whom he had raised since she was a child forty thousand years ago. Seeing that she was hesitant, he did not force her because he had a backup plan.

Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Others can die, but for his own people, Hogg always adheres to this philosophy. Just like when Mara combed his dog's hair before, Hogg also took out a comb to comb her hair.

"If you really don't want to, forget it. At worst, I can tie Ah Fa up and have her pretend to be you to show up on stage. Then you can just sit back and enjoy your life. Black Watch is big and can definitely support you."

No one spoke, not even Horus, the mama's boy, interfered with Mara's decision. They just needed to support her silently behind the scenes. They could not and would never force Mara to do anything she didn't want to do.

Looking at the eager eyes around her, Mara, who had experienced hardships, thought that it was time for her to stand up. That yellow-skinned guy was not a good father at all, and she couldn't bear to see the other primarchs being led astray by this bastard.

"Or, let me try!"

"Yeah! (°°)"

Hearing Mara's agreement, Horus jumped up on the spot, and took out a high-necked backless dress from somewhere and presented it to her with both hands, putting it together with the tight leather jacket that Leman Russ took out, showing their sincere filial piety.

"Huh?" Hogg was suddenly a little confused. He remembered that these two bastards had never left his sight since they came to Alicia. Where did these clothes come from? They had never seen Mara before. Could it be!

Hogg didn't dare to think about this inference. He was afraid that after thinking about it, he would no longer be able to look at the Emperor with normal eyes. This kind of thing was too explosive, and he had to get it out of his mind quickly.

Regardless of gender or race, everyone likes beautiful things. Mara was very happy to receive the gifts. She touched the two dogs' heads and took the clothes back to her room to try them on. Hogg also called out Shafulin and asked her to go over and accompany him.

As the door closed, the three brothers, who had been smiling before, suddenly frowned and turned to look at Erda, who had a low presence on the side.

Be it Horus or Leman Russ, even Hogg had cold eyes, they all had no good feelings towards this crazy woman who had thrown her Primarch into the galaxy and caused all the tragedies.

In the original timeline, Erebus could be said to be the most despicable person among despicable people, but the only good thing he did was to kill the idiot Elda.

Erebus is simply evil, the kind of evil that is festering in the bones, while Elda is simply stupid. The term "amazing wisdom" may be more suitable for her than Sunburned Ogryn.

Without giving her a chance to resist, the two black-hearted big guys held her on the left and right. They didn't care about blood relationship. Isn't she the so-called mother of the original body? The mother looked unintelligent. She couldn't let this idiot lead her astray. Space was blocked and psionic shielding was applied. When Mara left the room, Hogg had already used his ability to distort the laws of physics here, not giving her any chance to call for help.

Looking at Hogg walking towards her with a smirk on his face, Erda screamed:

"Let me go, what are you doing? I'm your mother, you can't... Ugh!"

After punching out, Hogg pulled Erda's hair and taunted:

"You are not worthy of being our mother. If it weren't for me, Little Mo would never have made it in his life, Angron would have been nailed to the damn nail, Curze would have gone crazy and died, Pepe would have become a demon prince, and the angels would have been beaten into a meat paste can. And there's also my Prime Minister Pony.

Forget it, the pony is not smart, but no matter how you look at it, it's all your fault!"

"Why did Sanguinius become a can?" Horus asked puzzledly.

"Because that's what you did, you bald pervert Ogryn. In the end, you will beat Old Man Huang to the point of paralysis, and you will be cursed forever as the so-called culprit of the great rebellion."

"What about me?" Leman Russ didn't know what was wrong with him and asked this stupid question.

"You? You will watch all your brothers die tragically in front of you, like a headless fly, and eventually disappear in the empire. Your most beloved All-Father, our father, will be tortured by the Golden Throne for ten thousand years, and you can't protect anything."

As Hogg spoke, an illusion appeared before their eyes, causing their originally peaceful mental states to sink to the bottom of the ice.

Elda, who saw the illusion, was like crazy, shouting that it was not her fault, she just wanted to give the Primarchs freedom, this was all fake:
"You despicable outsider wanderer, you have distorted everything. If you have the guts, just kill me. I will not admit this."

Hearing this, Hogg was so angry that he laughed. You can't wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and Erda is the brainless idiot who lives in his own world and has only power.

As the dark tentacle shadows descended, scarlet flesh and blood tissue began to spread in the room, and Hogg's unique star god power began to activate, gradually eroding Elda's will.

The subsequent scenes are a bit inappropriate for children. Anyway, Horus and the Wolf King felt physically uncomfortable and were afraid that Hoggerge would possess them and give them the ultimate humiliation.

A few minutes later, Elda collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth and shaking uncontrollably. But this was not the end yet. Hogg pulled out a living tentacle that was flashing with scarlet psionic energy from his body and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

"Ugh~ What is this? Take it out quickly."

No matter how he struggled, even if he used spells, Erda could not stop the tentacles from entering his body, and could only retch there.

Having never seen their brothers like this before, Horus and Russ looked at each other, took a step back at the same time, and protected Hogg in front of them, as if they were about to turn around and run away if they saw that the situation was not right.

Looking at Erda, who was lying on the ground wailing in pain and with scarlet lines beginning to appear on her body, Hogg squatted down and gently stroked her head:

“Ms. Erda, this body is your eternal prison. Your previous sins will not disappear, and you will have to atone for them for the rest of your life. I will always keep an eye on you. Old Man Huang has the Magic Mark Malcador, and Namara must also have her Scepter.

In this case, Rune High Priest will be your title from now on. If you are not satisfied, I can adjust the pattern to the color you like."

"Bah! Don't think I don't know what this is. I'm an immortal. These are clearly silver streaks."

After suffering such humiliation, Erda wanted to commit suicide on the spot, but as soon as she had this thought, her body stood up uncontrollably, and she was shocked by a scarlet electric current, shaking all over, and her body fluids splashed.

Using Russ to block the unknown liquid, Hogg continued, "Remember to call me Master when we meet next time, otherwise the whole galaxy will see your ugly appearance, and you can't decide whether to die or not!"

There is no way up to heaven or down to earth. Erda knows that she is really in trouble this time. She only hopes that her boss Mara will come back soon and save her from the dire straits.

But Hogg was quite inhumane in this regard. He asked Shaflin to take Mara out shopping in front of her, and he paid for all the expenses.

Her last way of survival was cut off. Unable to change her fate, Erda wanted to curse a few words to vent her anger, but as soon as she had this thought, she enjoyed the electric current massage.

Humiliated and humiliated, his self-esteem being repeatedly rubbed on the ground, coupled with the sand sculpture corrosion of high-concentration psionic energy, after suffering a treatment that was not much different from the ultimate insult, Erda completely collapsed and uttered the name he would never say before:
"Owner."

"What? I didn't hear you! You want to be the Sigillite in such a low voice? Say it again."

"Master~"

"Good, very energetic! Don't let me down, Ms. Erda, the High Priestess of the Empire's Runes."

　It happened suddenly. The Corgi boss won the resurrection game. I went out to investigate the route all day yesterday, so the update is late today. I am very sorry.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)