Chapter 625: Black Light Saint - Let Naminathil

"Oh no, I can't feel my waist!"

There were endless wailing sounds, but in the eyes of the newborn, this was the father's infinite love for her birth. In response, the life form named Orleans Grilled Wings once again hugged her only creator.

"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the door of the laboratory that could withstand the bombardment of the Titan's light spear was squeezed and deformed, and our great Lord of Black Light was broken into two pieces on the spot, and fell to the ground with a bang, with all kinds of intestines and internal organs flowing all over the ground, emitting intense blue radiation.

Looking at Hogg crawling on the ground, trying to stuff his intestines back in, Orleans Grilled Wings' eyes glowed green, and he used the 512g memory IQ that he had specially reserved to think, and came to a surprising conclusion:
"I have two fathers!"

At the critical moment, one's own family is still reliable. Seeing their good brother's head and feet separated, the three angels hurried over to help Hogg, picked up the internal organs and stuffed them into Hogg's stomach. Dorn took out a shovel from somewhere and pulled Hogg, who was lying on the ground, into the water.

All this happened right in front of Orleans Grilled Wings. She was bathed in Hogg's blood and was thinking. Her fingers were involuntarily placed next to her nose, but it was obvious that the 512g memory was too slow to process. After half a minute, she suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the roll of tape in the distance.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, but Orleans Grilled Wings is too fierce. In her opinion, since Hogg was broken into two pieces, she could just find a piece of tape to stick them together. She completely ignored the surrounding situation and stomped on Hogg's head, causing his brains to splatter all over the floor.

"Pooh!"

He quickly spat out the unknown liquid that splashed into his mouth. Looking at the Hogg meat paste scattered on the ground, Sanguinius suddenly had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. He shivered involuntarily all over, and even a few hairs fell off the wings behind him.

"What should we do? Stop playing with your broken shovel and find some glue. Is Hogg dead?"

Before the angel finished speaking, the silly girl who got the tape came running over and gave Hogg the finishing touch, dividing the bride into five equal parts. Now, even glue couldn't put it back together.

Seeing that Ikaros wanted to run back to look for glue again, Magnus hurriedly shouted to stop him. He was afraid that if he made two more trips, Hogg would be blown to pieces.

"Put down the tape in your hand and go play with your uncle Guilliman!"

"Who is Uncle Guilliman?"

Due to the physical disconnection of the Internet, the performance of the Orleans Grilled Wings was completely suppressed. She could not access the database through the Kara network, let alone understand who the Uncle Guilliman that Magnus was talking about was. But soon she didn't have to think about it anymore, as a pair of large golden hands pressed down on her head.

Looking up at the big golden guy in front of him, if Orleans Grilled Wings hadn't been sprayed with Hogg's blood, his smile would have been very innocent, quite like a wise man of the Ogryn clan.

In fact, in the final stage of the experiment, the Emperor had already returned to the physical universe, but in order to watch this drama of fatherly love and filial piety, the Emperor did not show up. Instead, he hid in the back and quietly recorded this wonderful moment with a camera.

Looking at the humanoid metal life form in front of him, who was nearly four meters tall, with two blue metal hair accessories on his head and coupling gaps all over his body emitting a faint green light, the emperor nodded secretly.

Although the Emperor still believes that gold is the coolest color, and the green light seems to be of the Necrons, compared to the evil creations made by Hogg, the Orleans Grilled Wings are much more humanized, even more human-like than Hogg.

"It's okay. Your stupid father has thick skin and tough flesh. Even if you beat him into meatballs and feed him to Rockmon, he can recover after being pulled out. A minor injury like a headshot and a broken body is not worth mentioning at all."

"Then who are you?" The newly born Orleans Grilled Wings was ignorant and naive. Even this name was given to herself after she heard the first sentence. She had no idea what Rockmon was, and didn't know much about the big golden guy in front of her.

But deep in her mind, Orleans Grilled Wings still has an inexplicable belief in the Emperor. This is the core code of considering herself as a human being, which is engraved deep in her underlying logic. As long as she believes that she is a member of the human race, the Emperor, as the lord of mankind, has natural leadership.

Rubbing the silly boy's budding head, he realized that the Emperor's spy Hogg had really made a big deal. If these fused life forms named Ikaros were expanded in size, not to mention the terminal processing capabilities described by Hogg, their combat power alone could greatly expand the Empire's armaments, which was much more awesome than any Iron Man.

With his mind turbulent, the emperor liked the Orleans grilled wings more and more the more he looked at them. A golden light began to emanate from his palms, and he engraved a blessing from Neos, the Lord of Mankind, on the newborn.

The immortal touched her head and granted her immortality. Even though Orleans Grilled Wings was born with the ability to enjoy psychic powers after being manipulated by Hogg, this did not prevent her from accepting the Emperor's blessing.

Unlike Gloria, the eldest daughter of the Hogg family, Orleans Grilled Wings is set up as a general-purpose secondary Primarch, which can fully adapt to psychic power and become a node creature, combined with the Kara network and psychic communication to realize a true AI cluster.

With the influx of the Emperor's psychic energy, the survival gift pack that Old Man Huang had given to each Primarch was also transmitted into Orleans Roasted Wings' body through the psychic energy, laying a data foundation for the newborn and helping Orleans Roasted Wings strengthen his sense of identity as a human being.

Another insurance policy was taken. The emperor was really satisfied this time. He said like a kind old grandfather:

"I am the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind, and the father of your stupid dad. Those idiots playing with their rotten flesh are also my descendants."

After listening to the emperor's self-introduction, Orleans Grilled Wings grasped the key points, and the two metal braids shook gently, and shouted at the emperor:

"Then you are my grandpa!"

"Hahaha, that's right, I am your grandfather, and you are my good grandson."

In the eyes of the Emperor, basically all the Primarchs were useless, but this did not discourage him. It didn't matter if his son was not good enough, but he still had a good grandson, right? At least he could make the Empire prosperous for three generations, and considering that Orleans Roast Wings might live longer than him, this also meant that the Empire could prosper for a long time.

"Hahaha, this is a sure thing. I wonder what those four losers can do. It's just the dark side of the empire. Once I reorganize the troops, I will recover the lost territory and create glory for the empire again!"

"Child, as a member of the empire, the name Orleans Grilled Wings is too strange. You should be called Jeanne, the Saint from Orleans. This name is tailor-made for you."

After being confirmed by the Emperor, Naminathil became the newborn's real name, and Naminath agreed with it very much. Seeing her father restored from a pile of minced meat, she pounced on him again.

"Father, I have a name now. My name is Jeanne!"

The Emperor's tricks may be hidden from others, but not from Hogg. When Hogg heard that his eldest daughter's name was Jeanna, he burst out in anger:

"Yellow skin, you are fucking hell! You can even make such a joke, it turns out it's New Orleans grilled wings."

(End of this chapter)