Chapter 552 Tribute to the Legendary Pilot - Butcher's Nail

"What? Father, you're going to explode... Shit, run!"

Upon hearing the news, Lin En was the first to issue an order, launching a level one alarm in the Second Empire's communication network, ordering everyone to retreat from the spot, put down everything in their hands and board the ship.

Seeing the group of cloaked cockroaches fleeing desperately, the three legions that were also fighting across dimensions also joined the escape. Only the Extreme Marines and the Lemon Fist stood there in a daze, confused.

Seeing that these idiots were still in a daze, Blackwatch did not sell out his teammates this time. Instead, he grabbed these stupid guys and ran towards the landing point.

I didn't expect these cousins ​​to be so strong. Sicarius, who was being carried on their shoulders and swung wildly, shouted:
"What happened?"

"What's going on? My dad is going to explode, why don't you run!"

As a good brother who shares the same interests, Ace, a veteran of the Fourth Company, explained, "Over the years, my father has only self-destructed once. Guess who he faced that time? One of the Four Evil Gods! By the time we run away, it will be too late. We will all be contaminated and become drooling retards. We will never be able to count from one to ten in this lifetime."

Upon hearing that he would become a mentally retarded Ogryn, the invincible second captain jumped down, picked up his good brother and ran away, along with countless fleeing cans, towards the landing point where the Thunder Eagle transport craft was parked.

Time passed minute by minute, and the gate of the palace was kicked open. All the imperial guards who had been hiding for a long time rushed out, and among them were several huge figures, who were the Primarchs who had regained their freedom.

Guilliman and his companions didn't know why they were running, but when they saw Curze and his men escaping, they followed them and dived into the Thunderhawk transport plane filled with cans.

Because there were so many people to evacuate, the transport boats could not pull them all, so they could only carry them externally, leaving some soldiers who missed the ship hanging on the landing gear.

With the roar of the plasma engine, countless Thunder Eagles climbed urgently and headed towards the safe area above the orbit. Fortunately, those exposed were all cans. If they were mortal auxiliary troops, their brains would probably be smashed by the instant overload.

Three minutes and 14 seconds after Hogg shouted that sentence, a bright scarlet flash shone from Terra, like a giant sun, illuminating half of the solar system, and along with the flash came a huge amount of thought pollution.

A psionic storm comparable to a space storm arose, and 0.01 nanoseconds later, it instantly broke through the dimensional barrier above Terra and hit the face of the evil god who had been peeking at it.

The first to be hit was Tzeentch. This old bastard had been spying on others for years. Due to the existence of the Emperor, he could not see clearly what was happening in the palace. For this reason, he almost hit his head against his chest and was directly blasted back into his crystal maze by the self-explosion.

The little slut was even more unlucky. She had been infused with energy by Hogg before, and now she exploded in the face. She was also blasted back to her hometown, smashing through the entire six-ring silver palace, and let out a scream that was not sure whether it was pain or satisfaction.

As for Khorne and Nurgle, they were still fighting passionately in the Great Rift of Nurgle's Realm, perfectly avoiding this unforeseen disaster.

Guilliman, who was holding onto the Thunderhawk's landing gear, was stunned. He didn't understand why the current situation had developed. First, his face was washed with his father's ashes, and then a reversal showed that all this was the Emperor's conspiracy. Finally, the toilet was broken and Hogg fought desperately, causing a violent self-explosion that affected half of the galaxy.

"You guys are going to have such a big show, couldn't you tell me in advance?"

Guilliman, who was affected by the second shock wave, held the landing gear tightly, fearing that he would be thrown into the starry sky, especially when Dorn, the loser, did not get the ticket and instead hung below by holding his legs.

"Don, stop moving. If you move, we'll both fall."

Looking at the boiling scarlet ocean below, Dorn clung tightly to Guilliman's thighs, refusing to let go no matter what. If he fell, the orbital landing in his physical body would be enough to make him suffer.

At the same time, Hogg, who caused all this, felt exhausted. Although he could not die, he was just a lump of flesh and was extremely weak. He did not even have the strength to change back to his human form.

Hogg used all his strength to construct a mouth and cursed at the witch bacon next to him: "You son of a bitch, are you satisfied now? I don't have a drop left, why don't you let me go! Why didn't I blow you to death just now?"

The Emperor did not let go immediately. After consuming all of Hogg's energy, the complex and changeable human beliefs were indeed burned out, and he fell from the critical point again, but he felt that something was wrong with his condition.

During the Heresy, the biggest blow dealt to the Emperor was not from Puff Guilliman, who was manipulated by the Four Hawkers, but from the human webway that was blasted by Leman Russ's psychic phone.

In order to prevent Holy Terra from becoming the second Eye of Terror, with the help of Malcador who risked his life, the Emperor repaired the fragment of the Webway despite his serious injuries, and after a series of fierce battles, he finally sat on the golden toilet to suppress it, and was eventually completely trapped and turned into a toilet ornament.

But in that battle of ascension, the Emperor, who was madly absorbing the energy of the Warp, transcended for a moment, and at that moment, his vision transcended time and space and saw his way to salvation. Hogg's figure was also firmly imprinted in the Emperor's eyes.

Leaving aside the specific details, after ten thousand years, the Emperor immediately had a bad idea. According to his expectations, as long as he used Hogg to burn the human beliefs that were almost driving him crazy, he could escape from the throne, recover from all his injuries in one fell swoop, and be reborn in his prime.

To achieve this goal, the Emperor began to plan after he sat on the toilet, and eventually used various tricks to bring Ferrus over, and ordered all the Primarchs to return to defend, striving to open up the human webway below, giving him preparations for his final plan.

Although Ferrus had some minor problems and his landing point was off into the Eye of Terror, he was eventually brought back as a hostage. And just as Hogg had expected, he came to his world in search of his brother.

The Emperor loves humanity, otherwise he wouldn't have had to squat on the golden toilet, the most horrific torture device in the galaxy, for a full ten thousand years, but his love is not for individuals.

For the sake of human revival, the Emperor does not mind sacrificing a small part in exchange for a greater victory. As long as he can win, he can even choose to sacrifice himself or even his offspring.

With the assistance of Angron and his men, the Emperor was fully capable of settling accounts with those rebellious sons, although he often faced slumber. However, he did not. He just stood there and watched as the Empire gradually decayed, and was slowly consumed by the humans he once protected, until he eventually turned into a corrupt giant.

After gaining enlightenment on the toilet, the emperor's amazing wisdom began to take effect and he finally got it.

"The human empire is still too urbanized. A real cleansing is necessary."

With this idea in mind, the Emperor completely indulged the development of the Second Empire and only stood up after the coalition forces invaded the Solar Star Region.

But after the plan was implemented perfectly and everything was on track, he felt that something was wrong with him. No matter how the plan was, the Emperor's ultimate goal was to revive humanity, but after being heavily infused with Hogg's psionic energy, he suddenly didn't want to do it anymore.

Or maybe a kind of bad thinking was sprouting in his mind, making him want to find a sofa to take a nap, and preferably have a glass of ice-cold Nuka-Cola.

"No, why should I drink Coke?"

The emperor, frightened by his own thoughts, suddenly woke up, and then he found himself sitting on the throne again, but the original golden throne had turned into a hideous cage covered with flesh and blood.

Looking at the body that had grown flesh and blood again, the Emperor yelled while tearing his face:

"Get out of my body, you bastard!"

"Hahaha, you must be kidding me, I will never come out even if I die. I am Hogg's Nail!"

　There is another one, which I am rubbing with my hands.

　　Wow, I must settle accounts with that idiot when I go back. What kind of brilliant wisdom can come up with a three-hour shift? We field staff are not robots, how can we sleep for three hours?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)