Chapter 555: There Are No Wolves in Fenris
The emperor was depressed. Perhaps when he was discussing with himself in another world, he should have realized that the other self had no good intentions. But a gambler is a gambler after all, and he will never waste his energy on the future.

Watching Hogg manipulating his body to do evil, the Emperor felt that he had lost all face. But when he thought about how shameless he was, he relaxed and began his life of playing badly.

As the lord of mankind, the Emperor is the center of attention. Everyone is watching him, and any action he takes will cause his subordinates to think deeply. The drama of leaders leading by example will never go out of style.

A full month has passed since the Terra Unification War, and during this time, the entire human empire has undergone tremendous changes.

First, riots broke out in other star fields, resulting in a large number of rebels committing crimes, but fortunately, the Astartes Legion came from the sky and coincidentally stationed in the riot world a few days before the riot.

Under the instruction of the wise and powerful demigod Primarch, these rebellious worlds were subjected to a major purge from top to bottom, and the loyal nobles who bravely resisted were shot several times in the back and died during the suppression of the rebellion. They are truly role models for the Empire.

The most famous of these is the video footage of Lord Angron, the former regent of the empire, kneeling on the ground and crying while holding the corpse of a planetary governor and shouting "evil cannot prevail over good".

"Everyone has the right to kill the hateful thugs. God Emperor, loyal people should not be tarnished like this. These rebels are no longer ordinary heretics. We must strike hard. Pass on my order. All legions will attack with full force. Eliminate the rebels at all costs."

This battlefield speech was spread to all parts of the empire through the Kara network. Even areas without Internet access saw this impromptu speech entitled the Imperial Declaration through the spread of wandering merchants.

The God-Emperor is flawless, and as his descendants, the Primarchs are true demigods. They carry out the will of the God-Emperor and lead mankind through millennium after millennium.

This consensus is deeply rooted, and through 6000 years of continuous propaganda by the High Lords' Council, it has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and is the true consensus of all the people in the empire.

And when the Emperor appeared in the live broadcast of Kara Network, it directly ignited the hot spot of the entire empire. Everyone who had seen that beautiful face shouted "Long live the God-Emperor". Under the leadership of the Lord of Mankind, the Empire will surely revive again.

The Emperor's appeal is unlimited, and with the limited-time return of the Mara skin, even rebels will turn over a new leaf and serve the Emperor with all their loyalty.

As for those nobles who died from being shot multiple times in the back, no one cared anymore. Under the attack of a violent group like Astartes, their final fate was only death.

The Primarchs that were previously scattered began to return, and while carrying out the cleansing, they sent Ultramarines who called themselves Mutated Ogryn to station there. Finally, after a month, they arrived at the human home planet which was full of construction sites.

Looking at the Lemon Fists wearing yellow armor all around, under the fluttering flag of the Second Empire, and the five Primarchs led by Angron, there was always an indescribable fucked-up feeling.

What was even more unacceptable to them was the conversation between several of the surrounding gangsters:
"Brother, have you heard? In fact, our father is not Rogal Dorn at all, but Lord Perturabo."

"Nonsense, this matter is now known to the whole city, and your information is outdated. As far as I know, the great rebellion at that time was caused by the Primarch's filial piety becoming corrupted and wanting to enjoy the motherly love of the God-Emperor alone, which eventually led to that dispute."

"I have another set of Emperor Erotic Pictures here, all of which are 32k ultra-clear good treasures. As long as you treat me to a meal, I will share a copy with you."

"Father!"

"Hahaha, so big!"

Listening to the blasphemous speeches of the two ash-beating boys, the five Primarchs suspected that they were contaminated by Slaanesh, but they soon no longer had to doubt, because a team of hooded Fallen Angels suddenly jumped out, beat up the two unfortunate guys, and stuffed them into a transport vehicle and took them away.

Such a quick response efficiency made everyone ashamed, and as they moved forward, they were even more confused by the group of oil men who surrounded the palace.

Looking at the red-robed great sages who usually ignored them but were now extremely enthusiastic, Magnus grabbed a motor oil man and asked him:

"What are you doing?"

The captured Mechanicus Archsage was about to curse the bastards who disrupted his pilgrimage in binary language, but when he turned around, he found that the people coming were actually the five Primarchs. He quickly changed to the data processing array specially designed to fool the Primarchs:

“Your Highness, we are making a pilgrimage to Om Messiah, praying to him to give me the power of my thoughts to overcome the ultimate experiment that has troubled me for many years!
You don’t need to ask about the content of the experiment. According to your data model, there is a 77.7% chance that you don’t understand it at all. Please don’t make meaningless attempts. You just need to know that as long as I obtain the power of thinking given by Ohm Messiah, I can conquer the sacred toaster. "

Mortarion is not Fulgrim, and he admits that he is not perfect, but he also heard that the oil man on his hand was mocking his stupidity, and he could only remind himself in his heart not to bother with these stupid bastards.

Everyone knows what Om Messiah is. To be honest, it is a fragment of a Void Dragon imprisoned on Mars. To be untrue, it is a vest used by the Emperor to deceive the Mechanicus of Mars. But I, the Primarchs of the Power of Thought, really can't understand it. Isn't this something only Orcs can do?
Relying on their strong physical fitness, several Primarchs separated themselves from the insane Oil Man in front of them and walked towards the depths of the palace. As soon as they entered, they saw their own Old Deng sitting on the throne, enjoying the attentive service of many great sages of the Mechanicus and even a Martian Forging General.

Although they had an inexplicable impulse towards the female Emperor, after the advance explanation from Guilliman and others, everyone already knew that this girl was Hogg in disguise, or the product of the fusion of Hogg and the Emperor, and they did not do anything like Horus's filial piety that was corrupted.

Looking at the Forge General bowing and nodding in front of Hogg, Lorgar, who had a good relationship with the Mechanicus and had been firm in the Imperial truth for ten thousand years, could no longer hold back. Normally, you Mechanicus are so arrogant that we have to coax you when we seek your cooperation, but how come you turn around and become someone else's bootlicker?

Although they were all wearing hoods to conceal their identities, Luo Jia could tell at a glance who the three people who were circling around Hogg were.

The commander-in-chief of the Skitarii, Xiprah, the great sage of innovation, Cawl, who is in the limelight, and Hal, the Martian forging general who usually stays in the foundry and has only appeared a few times in ten thousand years. If he hadn't seen the mark of the Olympus Agreement on his neck, Lorgar would have thought that the old man was dead.

The three giants of the Mechanicum gathered together, not only serving Hogg like servants, but also listening to the teachings of others like a humble gear boy. To be precise, they were listening to the lectures of an oversized Ogryn, who was four meters tall and wearing the red robe of the Martian Mechanicum.

What's even more fucked up is that this weird Ogryn has a giant red-skinned orc as his assistant, and the two of them are teaching the three Martian giants the technology of building the webway.

At this moment, all the unreasonable things he had seen before broke out completely. Lorgar thought that this Ogryn was Tzeentch in disguise, so he slapped him in the face, trying to destroy the evil god's conspiracy.

But before the slap landed, a giant red hand held Lorgar down. As the two sides stalemate, Lorgar, the strongest Primarch, was actually at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength and was dragged away by the red-skinned orc on the spot. Then he heard the ghost thing giggling:
"Bald shrimp, I, Malphite, am the Warmaster of the Empire. Don't disturb us while we are teaching. Your IQ is too low. You are not worthy to stand with us."

On the other hand, Maokai was not so rude. He just pushed his glasses with his carrot-thick fingers and gave Lorgar a contemptuous look.

If having your intelligence despised by an orc is an insult, then being despised by an Ogryn is a double insult. However, Lorgar was unable to refute and could only be pinned to the ground and huddled at Hogg's feet.

Looking at the little brother who was hit hard beside him, Hogg, wearing a horse-drawn vest, looked around, snapped his fingers to attract everyone's attention, and shouted to the oil men who filled the entire underground palace: "Little guys, tell these five big fools who I am?"

"You are the Messiah of Ohm, we love your teeth!"

With all his colleagues praising him unanimously, Hogg turned off the speaker next to him and played a song that sounded very old. He took out a giant psionic crystal shining with golden light, slapped it on the table, and lit it up with psychic sparks.

As the blazing psychic flame burned, the psionic crystal emitted red smoke with tiny golden sparkles, filling every corner of the underground palace.

"Ah~ That's the feeling. Praise the Omnissiah. I seem to understand everything. This is simply wonderful."

The oil guys, who were completely high, began to dance to the music involuntarily, swinging all their limbs as if they were in a frenzy.

After the psionic energy mixed with the Emperor's psychic energy entered their minds, all of the Mechanicus members had their minds opened up, and they actually gradually understood the Webway technology that Malphite was talking about. On the contrary, the five Primarchs who covered their mouths and noses and were not infected by the psionic energy still knew nothing about this technology, as if they were listening to a mystery.

Leaving the small orc classroom next to them, Hogg brought a few good brothers to the secret room next to them. As soon as they entered the door, Lorgar and the others saw Guilliman and others who had disappeared here.

As the door closed with a dull sound, the seated Primarchs saw Hogg waving his arms, fighting back and forth like a madman, growling with a ferocious face:

"You bastard, you've almost made me lose face, get out of my body right now."

"Old sconce, this is my body, I can do whatever I want with it, you are the one who comes."

Looking at the ghost thing crawling back and forth in the dark on the ground, Guilliman sighed deeply and said to the surprised brothers with a look of relief:
"It's okay, you just have to get used to it. These two bastards have been having these attacks for more than a day or two. According to the rules, they will stop having these attacks in half an hour. Don't treat them like human beings.

Now there is a problem. Leman Russ has been found, but he is trapped in the Crystal Maze. How can we rescue him? "

Guilliman's voice was rational and firm, which dispelled the uneasiness that had been growing among the group since they arrived on Terra. However, the five of them felt a little embarrassed when asked by this brother.

No matter what, Guilliman is always their brother. What else can they do now? Can they kill this most important political figure? Or make him into a decoration and hang him on the wall like Vulcan?

Forget it! Under the premise of prohibiting the development of intelligent AI, without Guilliman, a rare political affairs boy, the Empire can't play at all, so we can only choose to forgive him!

A gambling father, a lost mother, stupid brothers, a broken home, the human empire was a mess. The five primarchs had nothing to say and could only think about the questions raised by Guilliman.

After thousands of years, the Primarchs are no longer the silly boys they used to be. They know what the Crystal Maze is. This means that if they want to rescue Leman Russ, the husky Ogryn, they must first find the entrance to Tzeentch's domain, or find him accurately in the maze.

Even the Emperor cannot do such a thing, let alone the Primarchs. And the Emperor is not reliable now. Who knows whether the crazy thing on the ground will bring them into the warp storm because of Hogg.

Just when they were at a loss, Koz, who was in the shadows fiddling with the Vulcan pendant in his hand, suddenly spoke and let out a sharp, creepy laugh:

“Hahaha, I knew that even a piece of used toilet paper has its value. You losers don’t have to think about it. I know the Crystal Maze better than anyone else. But I have a condition, and that is that you must bring my good brother Corax with you.

As long as we work together, we can lead you to any Crystal Maze or Well of Eternity!"

Looking at Curze who suddenly went crazy, the local Primarch didn't know what he was so proud of, but soon through the popularization of the Filial Son Alliance, he learned about the great reputation of the two useless brothers.

When Magnus, who had broken Leman Russ' spine during the Great Rebellion, heard that Curze and Corax were abandoned by Tzeentch because they were too useless, he sighed, took out the soul fragment he had treasured for a long time, and threw it on the table:
"This is half a bag of Leman Russ fragments. As long as you can find the remaining half of Leman Russ, I can fuse them together. Then, what the hell are you doing, father? This is not edible, let go of that thing!"

Before Magnus could finish his words, the remaining half bag of Leman Russ was swallowed by Hogg in one gulp. To be more precise, it was swallowed by the Emperor who temporarily had the upper hand.

With bursts of golden light flashing, Di Ge, or rather Emperor Huo, expanded rapidly, and finally his abdomen exploded, and a giant eggshell popped out.

Just when everyone thought that their brother Leman Russ would jump out of the egg, the eggshell broke.

As if he had had a long and strange nightmare, Leman Russ always felt his nose itchy and wanted to lick it with his tongue, and he did so.

With a wet nose, Leman Russ opened his eyes and saw the many brothers he had not seen for a long time. He paused when he saw that there were two of them, Angron and Mortarion.

"Am I still dreaming?"

As the smartest Primarch, Leman Russ didn't mind sleeping a little longer. After all, his brain needed care, only in this way could his amazing wisdom be perfectly demonstrated.

However, his little wish was not fulfilled. A pair of big hands grabbed fate's neck, pulled it out of the eggshell and threw it on the table. A voice that sounded very stupid rang in his ears:

"Bah! Yellow-skinned guy, what the hell did you eat just now? Why is there a dog here?"

"Dog? How stupid! There are no wolves in Fenris, let alone dogs, huh? That's not right!"

Leman Russ suddenly woke up and looked around. He found that all his brothers were looking at him with strange eyes. He quickly used his psychic power to summon a mirror. Looking at the four-legged animal with black and white fur in it, Leman Russ made a sharp explosion like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on:

"No! How can I be a dog?"

　Okay, daily mission completed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)