Chapter 553 Brothers, don’t look back, I am the emperor
Whether a person's essence is soul or body, if it is put on the forum, it may cause hundreds or thousands of debates, and may even attract many scientists to come and support.

From a normal worldview, the soul is undoubtedly pseudoscience. Thinking about the essence of the soul is more like thinking about what to eat tonight and whether you can live to receive your pension.

But in the Warhammer world, the soul undoubtedly exists and is even more important than the body. Things like Warp corruption and demonic seduction basically start with the soul. Even when the C'tan eat a feast of Necrontyr, they will lick the soul while extracting the life energy.

The essence of psychic power is to communicate with the energy of heaven and earth (subspace) based on one's own will, and to create one's own miracles based on the goal to be achieved. The soul is equivalent to a mobile phone card that sends signals.

This is also the reason why Hogg has not used any psychic power until now, because he has no soul at all, just an amorphous piece of meat with self-awareness. Even the trait of psychic power gradually evolved after he swallowed too much fragments of the Star God.

A long time ago, Hogg had imagined an operation. Since psychic power is so useful, but he cannot use his soul, is it possible to use his own characteristics to manipulate some bodies that are proficient in psychic power?
When Hogg first came to Nuthria and saw the Butcher's Nails used locally during the rescue of Angron, he officially started a new round of human experiments.

But all these experiments failed without exception, because Hogg was too polluting, and he had swallowed too many fragments of the Star God at the beginning. Even the body of a beta-level psychic would be contaminated by flesh and blood before long, and become a blue-bar caster like Blackwatch who could only cast one or two skills.

After the self-explosion just now, Hogg was extremely weak and his own characteristics were compressed to the extreme. At this time, he found that the yellow-skinned man next to him began to grow flesh...

You do it on the first day of the month, and I do it on the fifteenth day. Isn't that just hurting each other? It's like no one can do that.

With this ridiculous idea in mind, Hogg controlled his body and dived into the Emperor's chest cavity. He then attached himself to the yellow skin skeleton and followed the gaps between the bones to mimic real organ tissue.

Feeling all kinds of stupid thoughts popping up in his mind, the Emperor couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that his IQ was severely offended. What was even worse was that he couldn't separate Hogg from his body.

False fusion: turns into a nail stuck in the head.

The real fusion: all the internal organs in my body are transformed into me!
On one side is the physical entity, on the other side is the spiritual will. Both want to fight for control, but neither can win, and can only shake back and forth on the throne like a madman with epilepsy.

Taking this opportunity, Hogg's and the Emperor's memories began to merge, and the two of them knew each other's dirty laundry directly:

"Bah! Damn witchcraft bacon, you really have been a Roman she-wolf, and you even molded a female body. No wonder you were so skilled in sticking your dick out just now, bah, disgusting!"

"How dare you say that to me? After all, I was playing with humans. Look what you did? You even had the nerve to eat Slaanesh. You two are having a lot of fun. I think you are really hungry. Is it delicious?"

The two exposed each other's shortcomings, looking through each other's memories and exposing each other's dirty laundry to attack, like how Hogg secretly wore women's clothes when he was a child, had an unclear relationship with Chaos when he grew up, and was secretly the mastermind behind the Succubus Bath Center.

Hogg also criticized the Emperor for not only wearing women's clothes, but also transforming into the welfare girl Terra Fever, and the gay atmosphere between him and Orpesson Macador, especially the browsing history on Kara's network, which shattered people's three views.

"You are not loyal!"

"You are unworthy of being a father!"

The two of them were unwilling to give in, and they fought desperately for control of the body, but soon as Hogg gradually recovered, the Emperor suddenly panicked, holding his chest and cursing:

"What did you do to my body? Change it back!"

"What your body? This is my body. I can make it whatever I want." As the faint scarlet electric light flickered, the Emperor's body began to gradually deform. Eventually, under Hogg's manipulation, it turned into the Roman she-wolf who became famous in Rome. What's even more disgusting is that Hogg also gave the extreme humanist Emperor a pair of weasel ears.

"Neos, this is the price you pay for cheating me. This body will be your eternal prison. Just be a roast chicken for the rest of your life! No, it's a humanoid yellow skin."

A warrior can be killed but not humiliated. It doesn't matter how much humiliation one suffers behind his back. The storm is about to subside and the other primarchs will return to the palace. It would be terrible if they saw me in this state.

Activating his invincible psychic powers, the Emperor used molecular reconstruction to restore his body to its original state. However, no matter how he changed it, even after returning to its original state, it would be immediately transformed by Hogg.

In desperation, the Emperor could only use his psychic power to erase the heretical pair of weasel ears, at least to keep himself in human form.

Although he has successfully separated from the Golden Throne, humanity's faith will not disappear. As the common leader worshipped by trillions of human beings, countless faiths are placed on the Emperor at all times.

When the Emperor and Hogg were fighting for control of the body, the followers of the Emperor who were praying found that they seemed to see something strange. Why did the Emperor change his appearance? He also had four arms.

"Isn't this right?"

The legend of the Four-Armed Emperor has a long history, but that ghost thing has been proven to be a cult, a tool used by cunning people to manipulate humans, but they are a legitimate state religion!

At this moment, the faith of countless believers who saw the image of the Emperor collapsed, and they began to doubt their own piety. What's worse, some even chose to commit suicide by shooting themselves in order to comfort their sincere hearts that were loyal to the God-Emperor.

But the examples of suicide by shooting oneself are few after all, and as the faith spreads, Hogg, who is inseparable from the Emperor, begins to undergo some peculiar changes, and through this faith that should not have been born in him, he spreads pollution to the believers.

The phantom of the four-armed Emperor gradually disappeared. In the eyes of the believers, the image of the Emperor gradually stabilized and returned to that majestic image again, but that image had turned into the Roman she-wolf at this time.

Just like the evil gods of the Warp who are trapped by power, although the Emperor claims that he is not a god, his actions are exactly like those of a living god.

So the question is, if something looks like God and has the power of God, but denies that it is not God, then is it God?
Perhaps when the universe is destroyed, there will still be a mouth shouting "I am not a God", but now, the emperor has paid the price for his previous indulgence.

As the believers prayed, the image of the Emperor began to manifest in each believer, and became solid under the pollution of Hogg, so that many people believed that this was what the Emperor was supposed to look like.

Some special elements began to appear in the devout faith, and under this special idea, the believers became more devout.

Finally, with a sigh, the Emperor accepted his fate, but Hogg didn't let him go yet.

As the tail flames dispersed the smoke and dust, the ruined palace welcomed several visitors. Escorted by the royal guards in golden armor, the Primarch, who had almost lost his life just now, returned.

When Guilliman and his men rushed into the underground palace, they saw a scene that had shocked them for ten thousand years:
The man leaning on the throne had a smile on his face, and the golden laurel crown was shining, setting off his smooth black hair like silk. Especially the gauze dress dotted with gold and printed with yellow and black markings, which made Perturabo even more confused.

"Don't look back, children. I am the Emperor!"

(End of this chapter)