Chapter 465 I feel uncomfortable if I don’t do something stupid for a day
The Emperor is worthy of being the number one man of the time. Even when he was beaten up by 18 primarchs, he was still as cool as ever, especially his swollen dark circles under his eyes. He looked like a martial arts master of ancient Terra in the 2k era.

Seeing that the Primarchs were still trying to perform the second stage, the Emperor quickly spoke out to stop them:

"Wait, don't do anything yet!"

"I am your father. You can't do this to me. Why did you go to Mara just a few days after she came? I have raised you for ten thousand years."

"Horus, why are you just standing there and watching? Have you forgotten that we fought bloody battles and that we are father and son and brothers?"

The bald Ogryn who was called came out. Although he had thrown a few punches just now, he still felt embarrassed after seeing the Emperor's eyes. In order to ease the atmosphere, he had to dissuade him:

"Father, why are you doing this? We didn't call you because we were afraid you would be embarrassed. Now that things have come to this, you should just go back to where you came from."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor was petrified on the spot. He didn't understand why such a change happened after Mara appeared. He thought that his education level was not bad, so why was he alone now?

Looking at the many descendants who surrounded Mara as he left, regret suddenly burst out in his heart, and the emperor hated himself for not realizing this at the time.

As a sad piece of music sounded, the emperor was moved by the scene and almost shed tears. He was upset and punched the disturbing speaker next to him. He asked Hogg and Lorgar, the only two people left by his side:

"You bastard, I knew you were like me. And you, Luo Jia, are the only two left by my side in the end."

"What?" Lorgar hurriedly interrupted the emperor's self-admiration and pointed at Hogg beside him and said:

"Father, I will go wherever my eldest brother goes. Please don't spread rumors. If this gets out, I will lose face among my brothers."

Seeing that the emperor's fist had hardened, Luo Jia quickly turned around and ran away. Without his brothers' support, he was afraid that he would be caught by Old Deng and beaten to the ground.

After quietly recording the wonderful moment, Hogg, feeling satisfied, took out a cigarette and sat down:

"Old man Huang, did you see that? I told you that your position would be lost once Mara showed up. Your way is outdated. Instead of thinking about that, you might as well think about how to restore your image in the Primarch's heart. You look like a dog now."

Like a frustrated middle-aged man, the Emperor could not understand why he had become like this, but Hogg's words just now gave him a wake-up call.

Even though he enjoyed a leisurely life, the emperor, who had been strong all his life, did not want to be isolated by all his descendants. How could he, an old comrade who had lived for more than 40,000 years, endure such cold and violent treatment?

Throwing away the cigarette in his hand, the Emperor regained his composure, thinking that the Primarchs still loved him, and now they were just seeing Maratu for fun, and they would definitely return to his arms later.

However, the reality was not as good as he had imagined. The emperor who followed found that Marat had completely replaced his position. No matter what he did, there were people to support him, but no one cared about how he showed his fatherly love.

Especially when he heard the Primarchs calling him "Mother" one after another, the Emperor felt even more uncomfortable. It was obviously he who came first, why don't you look at me?

Some were happy while others were sad. Hogg, who was following behind, took out his camera and took a series of death shots of the Emperor. He decided to pick out the most vivid one and print it out. He had even thought of a name for it: "Lost Huang". Hogg knew that Huang was a stubborn person, but he only cared about food and not about punishment. No matter how he tried to dissuade him, he would not listen. Only by letting him experience the feeling of being replaced by others could he realize that the Primarch was not a tool.

The party lasted for three days. During that time, Hogg, as the host, took his brothers to travel around and experience the beautiful scenery of Glia, treating it as a family gathering.

By the way, in the past few days, the Primarchs also exchanged views on the various problems encountered in the Second Expedition, such as the tight battle line, insufficient troop preparation, and the resurgence of some powerful aliens.

What was mentioned most often was that materials were often lost when they were transporting them. Things that had just been obtained were gone the moment they turned around, as if they had seen a ghost.

Hearing this, Hogg, who had something to hide, quickly changed the subject. It would be bad if they figured out something. He just hoped that the Burning Legion would do things cleanly and not leave any clues.

As the transport captain, although Hogg did not participate in the expedition front, he loved his job and took advantage of this rare gathering to discuss the allocation of resources. He also put forward the slogan "Just fight, and Black Watch will transport all the spoils back."

Due to the different characteristics of each legion, after enjoying the super-large-scale logistical support from Blackwatch, all the legions can never go back to the frugal state of the past. Even though they knew they would be cheated by this dwarf, they still agreed to his request. The worst that could happen is that they would suffer from the aliens.

If it was just to see Mara, the Primarch would not have chosen to come back at this moment. Now the second expedition is progressing rapidly, the Pacific star field has been completely cleared, and the Storm star field has also been incorporated into the rear of the empire. Each legion has obtained a huge amount of various supplies.

In order to ensure that logistical supplies are not cut off, this gathering is mainly for the purpose of allocating subsequent production shares. After all, Hogg is the nominal Messiah of Ohm. Isn't it better to have good brothers here than bargaining with those oil guys?

Modular equipment can be used interchangeably, greatly reducing the pressure on wartime material allocation. Without the help of intelligent AI, any way to reduce the amount of information is of utmost importance.

With the help of the war experience during the Great Crusade, all the legions unanimously agreed to slow down the pace and restore production in the territories they had taken over, so as to at least ensure the level of tithe tax.

At this time, the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists, as the big brothers of the Empire's civil engineering, became excited. These two legions were counting on making a fortune from post-war reconstruction, and they started fighting for construction projects.

The rest of the legions led the way, Black Watch provided logistical support, Civil Engineers provided post-war reconstruction, and finally, political officials trained by the Ultramarines were called in to manage the cult under the Word Bearers.

After a series of combined attacks, under the dual control of body and mind, unless there are unexpected situations, these worlds will definitely become the backbone of the empire.

After discussing the matters, the Primarchs relaxed for two days and gave their blessings to Mara before leaving. However, no one paid any attention to the so-called Emperor.

Different from the loving father and filial son here, the Dark Tide Team, which was carrying out a mission in the Far East, ran into trouble. To be more precise, they created a big trouble.

Looking at the crazy undead emerging from the depths of the tomb, Sigma released the huge red button under his command and said to his teammates with an innocent look:

"Well, I'm just curious, do you believe it?"

(End of this chapter)