Chapter 615: On the Possibility of Biodiversity (40/ of a k+ chapter)

"I'll say it again, this ability of mine is not used to make toys. I am the Star God of the Universe, I am the Lord of Black Light, I am the number one in the Chain of Power, I have tolerated you for a long time, please stop laughing!"

"Hehehe, we're not laughing!" The Emperor tightened his face and gritted his teeth to indicate that they were not laughing at all, but the more he and Magnus did this, the more Hogg felt that he was being ridiculed.

Hogg was so angry that he threw himself at the Emperor, pulled his collar and yelled:

"You two are obviously laughing, you bastards. Whenever I have something good, I'll show it to you. You treat me like this, you two illiterate idiots. Can't you see that I can give birth to a fusion that can be called a life?"

"So you can create a vibrator with its own consciousness?"

Magnus's words made Hogg depressed. He let go of the Emperor's collar and fell to the ground. He looked lifeless. When he got home, he found that his old man was frantically buying health products, his wife was singing and playing musical instruments in front of the camera, his eldest daughter was obsessed with the will-o'-the-wisp boy, and his youngest son was like an amnesiac middle-aged man who was dressing up as a woman and begging for support in front of the camera.

Some people are alive, but they are already dead. Obviously, Hogg now understands the truth of this wise saying. Although he is still alive and probably will not die in the future, he will never escape this vicious circle in his life.

"Alas, a person's reputation is like a tree's shadow, my good brother. I advised you to be a little more human at the beginning, but you didn't listen. Now, don't blame us for not believing you, but what was that thing you just made? You saw it yourself, I was right!"

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with Old Fifteen."

Looking at the two valuables in front of him, his blood pressure rose. He tremblingly took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it into his mouth. As the smoke rose, Hogg took a deep puff and became even angrier.

"Can you blame me for this? I just got this ability and I'm not yet proficient in it. Who knew I would come up with something like this?"

Hearing this, the Emperor expressed helplessness. Even Magnus said that what you said was nonsense. Who can you blame if you can't control your own abilities? Can't you control your own creations?
When asked about the real point, Hogg's indignant expression collapsed instantly. He lowered his proud head and pointed out the fatal weakness of his ability:
"I don't want to, but I'm too smart. The amazing wisdom in my head is spinning all the time, and he doesn't listen to me."

After these words were spoken, the Emperor and Magnus fell silent. No matter whether it was the old man Huang, who was a loving father to his son, or Magnus, who had ruled the Dog Empire together with Hogg for eighty-eight years, they both discovered a weakness of Hogg in daily life, which was not a weakness, that is, this bastard Hogg could not concentrate on one thing at all.

If you ask him to fight an alien, he might eat the alien as a snack, but then he will turn around and think about how to make the alien more delicious on the battlefield. After figuring out how to cook, he may be attracted by an ordinary garbage on the battlefield and run over to put it in his pocket.

Even if this has no effect on the outcome of the war, according to multiple observations, the Emperor discovered that Hogg only uses one-third of his brain to do serious work, and the other two-thirds is spent on idleness. Unless they encounter something that interests them, most of this brain will be spent daydreaming.

This is also why Blackwatch, which inherited Hogg's excellent characteristics, has always been criticized by all legions, because you never know what weird things these cloaked cockroaches will do in the next second.

There was once a Tzeentch who refused to believe in evil and wanted to corrupt the Blackwatch. To ensure his success rate, he specifically targeted a legion shield guard named Cole. Although Cole was a veteran of the Long War, he had an obvious weakness, which was his obsession with picking up trash.

It is easier to break through if there is a weak spot. Even in the Chaos Tavern located in the border area, many famous demons have opened betting for this, betting on whether this Tzeentch demon can corrupt Cole. This demon, who can be called a warrior, is extremely brave. He actually got into Cole's body and corrupted him face to face.

The entire corruption process lasted for a full 1000 years, and the result was that the Great Demon lost. Not only did he provide 1000 years of sitcoms for many demons, he was also driven crazy by Cole and became the Minister of Garbage Disposal of the Burning Legion. He ran around the world with a group of demons who were also reversely contaminated, searching for treasures that were considered garbage in the eyes of others.

Of course, if you are sick, you have to treat it. In order to avoid problems at critical moments, the Black Watch think tank, which has been silently contributing in the mental network, has become Hogg's external brain.

Now, since all the Blackwatch were out delivering goods, Hogg, without his external brain, had an empty mind. He could no longer hold his TechBrain, no! His brain.

After realizing this, the Emperor became depressed. He thought that he was the Lord of Mankind, and the 21 Primarchs under him were a model of human diversity. To put it nicely, they were the Imperial nobility and the home of demigods, but to put it bluntly, they were a collection of mental patients, and you could always find the one that suits you among them.

The eldest brother is obsessed with power and has countless little secrets in his heart. The second brother is unparalleled in power and is the number one killer after Hogg, but this guy is actually born with social phobia and will blush and stutter when he speaks.

Let’s not talk about the third brother and Afa. Having children is not a bad thing, but each of them is more addicted to gambling than the other, and they have gambled themselves into this state.

Perturabo was a twisted man. Even though he did not inherit his habit of 11-draw kills, his twelfth son Angron carried the 11-draw kills far beyond his control and even came up with a last-elimination draw kill system. Combined with his metaphysical bad luck that even he himself could not understand, the Emperor even suspected that Angron was Mara's biological son, not his own child.

"Father, in fact, Mara and you are one. Her son is your son. I usually call my mother dad. And I heard that Mara and Erda have been getting close recently. Now I understand. It turns out that you, father, are the biggest minotaur!"

The Emperor's thoughts, as his psychic energy spread, were inevitably received by Magnus, the red-faced Ogryn. This made Old Man Huang sigh deeply. Looking at his "good son" who destroyed the empire in multiple timelines, the Emperor felt even more uncomfortable.

"What am I thinking of?" Neos, the great Lord of Mankind, the only father of all the Primarchs, the most notorious fifth evil god in the jargon of the Warp, asked his red-skinned son who possessed amazing wisdom.

"It's Brother Ten's turn!"

The Tenth Old Man! The Emperor's eyes lit up as he took the cigarette from Hogg unconsciously. As one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade, Ferrus had always been a son that he recognized more. He had once thought of making Ferrus the Warmaster, but when he thought of Fulgrim grinning in front of the magic circle with his big teeth bared, the Emperor looked noticeably older.

The tenth brother is in a bad state, and the sixth and seventh brothers are not doing well either. I don't know if it's because he played dumb too much, but Russ's behavior has become more and more chaotic recently. On the contrary, Zhuangsen, the real barbarian, actually started to learn about modernization on the Internet, and is doing very well under Abadan, the invincible war commander.

"No, why should I call him Abadan? And shouldn't it be Chagatai the Fifth Brother?" The emperor reacted and slapped Hogg in the face, and then got rid of this strange idea.

The Emperor, who had regained his order, glared at Magnus. He had too many sons. Malcador was right. He shouldn't have created so many Primarchs. He was asking for trouble with so many stupid sons.

Dorne! Yes, the Imperial Fists are worthy of being the cornerstone of the empire. Although these yellow-skinned little guys are getting closer and closer to the evil orcs, and many strange titles called Dorne Boys have emerged within the legion, it is undeniable that the words "I am Rogal Dorne" can make people feel more at ease than anything else at a critical moment.

Thinking of this, the Emperor took a puff of a cigarette that he had lit at some point, squatted beside Hogg and smiled, then he suddenly stood up and summoned his Imperial Guard Commander Waldo:

"Quick, wake up Dorn. I remember he is still sleeping! And Mara, they should still be trapped under the rubble. Dig them out!"

As the Emperor finished speaking, Magnus seemed to hear a cry from the void, the voice was quite familiar, as if it was his seventh brother who died with his eyes open, and along with the cry came a dark curse filled with poverty and ominousness. The pony was so scared that he crouched down with his head in his hands, and only dared to stand up again after performing an exorcism ritual. At this time, the Emperor was still reminiscing.

The eighth one is Curze, and the Emperor said he would just skip over him, and also skip over his youngest son Corax who was ranked behind him. He didn’t want to recall these two pieces of trash anymore, and thinking about them for even a second longer would be a silent mockery of him, the Lord of Mankind.

As for Sanguinius who was at the back, the Emperor smiled the same smile as when he recalled Ferrus. After all, angels were loved by everyone, and Old Man Huang was extremely positive about this offspring who possessed all the good qualities. The value of the choice made by the four gods spoke for itself.

But when he thought of Hogg who was following closely behind, the Emperor's smiling face twisted into a bitter gourd. With a weird expression of pain and joy, he smoked half a pack of cigarettes before he calmed down, and ignored the ominous old Twelve who was covered in red sand and in his old age.

The Emperor dared not complain about the Thirteenth Primarch Guilliman, as his ability to govern the country would be paralyzed without him, and his mother, the Lady Euton, was also the role model for the Emperor to learn the parenting manual (palace fighting guide) recently.

The Thirteen Primarchs are very capable, but the Fourteenth Primarch is in a miserable state!
For this first offspring snatched from the fat man of Nurgle, Mortarion made the Emperor understand the meaning of how the future can be distorted. However, compared to other offspring, little Mortarion has always been at odds with him. The second leader of the Filial Son Alliance is this big guy with gray hair.

And as far as the Emperor knows, Mortarion has been hiding something recently. The number of uses of the Extermination Order has suddenly increased, and some strange remarks about trees eating people have appeared on the Kara network.

"How can a tree eat people? Not every world is like that unfortunate place called Catachan." The Emperor smiled, indicating that there was still a long way to go in spreading the Imperial Truth.

The Emperor raised his head and glanced at Magnus who was still performing the ritual next to him. He slapped him and cursed:

"Do you think I'm an evil god? I say again, I'm not a god at all!"

Magnus, who was being scolded, showed wisdom in his eyes. He took out a Rick brand cigarette from Hogg's jacket pocket, and protested silently that you are right about your big fist. Just wait and see when you are old! I'll take the oxygen tube for you!
Even if he thought about it in his heart, it would not work. This action directly led to another round of severe teaching from the Emperor, and in the end Magnus was forced to squat.

Finally, the most critical moment arrived. Even Hogg, who was insulated from psychic energy, understood the thoughts emitted by the Emperor along with his psychic energy, and couldn't help but sigh:
Thought Emperor Fist, thoughts flow like a spring! (╯▔皿▔)╯

I will never forget the Emperor Sword! ((′д｀*))━——!!!
Lotus Palm, forever and ever!

After thirty years of solitude, the son finally returns!
The most unforgettable gift, the Sagittarius ring!

Ullanor's enthronement, the Imperial Warmaster!
Qua—Horus, I really love you—Woo woo (;Д`)—Wow—Ya ya—Hehehehe.

Along with Hogg's vivid expression and the inexplicable chorus of chants coming from the warp, Magnus really couldn't help but burst out laughing on the spot, with tears and snot streaming down his face. Even though he was beaten by the furious Emperor, he was determined to win and gave Hogg a thumbs up!

"Good job, brother!"

Hogg also reached out his hand and pulled out a colorful clown from the shadows behind him. Amid the voice of the person opposite him begging for mercy, "Sir, please spare my life. I'm Chromie. I once treated you to dinner." He kicked the colorful bean sprout back to her hometown.

Without the interference of outsiders, the emperor silently stroked the Centaur ring on his hand. After discovering that Hogg also had a dog claw ring on his hand, he couldn't help but sneer, as if to say: You dog are not much better than me.

Horus, who never felt sorry for being compared with the Kobold, came next, the Empire's most fanatical fan, the leader of 20 perverted guys, the Pope of the state religion, the biggest disseminator of the story of the Lord of Blacklight, the messenger of the 16-word brainwashing golden words who embarked on the path of no return of the summoner - Lorgar Aurelion!
The laboratory is too small to accommodate so many people. Even if a prodigal son returns to the right path, Luojia has done many immoral things. He is also the third heir to the Filial Sons Alliance. Together with Mortarion, he is the iron triangle among Hogg and his group of filial sons.

One is for public opinion building, one for logistics delivery, and one for agricultural production, plus the support of the crazy guys from the Martian Mechanicus behind the scenes. If it weren't for those two useless brothers holding them back, who knows how filial the Filial Son Alliance would be!
Even a piece of used toilet paper has its true value. The Emperor said that he had wronged Curze and Corax. It seems that Tzeentch, the selfless boss, is the one who is truly loyal!

Looking back on this journey, the Emperor discovered that it was truly a miracle that the Imperium had lasted this long. Compared to the other extremely diverse Primarchs, Vulkan and Omega seemed much more normal.

But the problem is, when everyone is abnormal, the only two normal ones seem even more abnormal. Blackie (the Emperor's nickname for Vulkan) is a good guy. Although he has a dark face, he has a kind heart. He is kind to everyone, except for those who are not human. The Salamanders have always been the most cruel legion in foreign wars.

In the emperor's view, the originally honest Xiao Hei has also become bad. He actually produces fake goods for the Khan's racing boy through Omega's channels. Although they are more realistic than the real ones, there is no doubt that they are cheating.

Thinking of this, the Emperor suddenly discovered that the Khan's offspring was very smart. Apart from the frequent reports of the Black Bean Sprout named Lilith Megatron abusing Chagatai, the White Scars had been wandering outside the center of the empire.

And recently it seems that they are rushing to attack Comoros, saying that the Khan is also the Khan of Comoros. No matter whether they are his mother's family or not, Comoros has always been the territory that the White Scars should have owned since ancient times.

I hope the Dark Eldar are short like the Blacklight Elves, otherwise the height of the wheels of the Leman Russ tanks...

Everyone has his own sad story. The three big guys squatted in the corner, smoking and sighing. But soon they were no longer emo, not because they had come to terms with it, but because the pack of cigarettes in Hogg's shirt pocket was finished.

The three of them patted their butts and stood up. The Emperor told Hogg that you should wait until Blackwatch arrives before you say anything. People cannot, or at least should not, do this. He did not want anyone to say that the great descendant of the Emperor was actually a manufacturer specializing in wholesale sex toys.

For the sake of his remaining reputation, Hogg agreed with the Emperor's suggestion, and when the Emperor and Magnus began to analyze the data terminal, Hogg said that our scientific research team should add one more person, at least call the Angel over.

In terms of scientific research capabilities, Angron, who has done in-depth research on the Extinction Order, may be more proficient than the angels. The Emperor did not understand why Hogg summoned Sanguinius, but at Hogg's strong request, he still summoned his eldest son.

As the psychic communication was connected, the archangel stationed at the Baal Fortress instantly became alert. It was because Hogg said something to him:

"Brother, do you still remember the angel of bliss that we created when we let our imagination run wild?"

"Don't dare forget it for even a moment!"

　I have to start sleeping right now. This chapter is two in one
　　
　
(End of this chapter)