Chapter 643 I will always watch you in the dark corner

"Woo, woo, woo! Father, we two will never fight each other again. Please take Mara away. She is abusing us!"

On the bridge of the Macho Man's Tears, two four-meter-tall black watch princesses were beating their chests and stamping their feet, hugging Hogg's thighs and crying. Their words were full of emotion without any falsehood, especially the bodies that were still emitting black smoke, which proved their authenticity.

Turning his head to glance at Mara who was standing still beside him, he saw that she didn't say anything. The two of them cried even harder, and they spoke one after another, expressing all the bitterness and tears of the past five years:
"Father! You don't know that I haven't had a proper meal in the past five years. I'm not a metal lump like Jeanna. Please at least let me eat something. Fortunately, I have a strong vitality and can survive by eating dirt. Otherwise, I would have starved to death."

Following her sister's words, Jeanna nodded her head like a kowtow machine:
"Not only that, even if I can survive without food, the next moment I open my eyes, I see a Titan stepping on us. Living metal is not omnipotent.

One Titan would be fine, but in the first year we only had some War Dogs, in the second year we had War Admirals, and in the third year we had Emperor-class Titans. Now there are seven Titans chasing us. This is inhumane! Machines have human rights too."

On the other hand, Mara, who was standing by, snorted coldly after hearing the complaint, took out a piece of parchment and slapped it on the table, pointing at the two signatures on it and said:
"You two, please don't slander me. You signed this voluntarily, and it has your fingerprints on it! Why can I handle it but you can't? Think more about your own reasons!"

It would have been better if Mara didn't say anything. When the two little ones saw the parchment, they cried even louder.

"What do you mean by voluntary signing? It's clearly a confession forced under torture. How dare you not sign with that sword on our necks? And why should we compete with you? Is this human language? If we had your strength, would we still be forced to sign this indenture?
Father, you have to make the decision for us!"

The palms and backs of his hands are all shit. Hogg will definitely not say that he put together the so-called Titan training method just to make the data look good. In fact, when training Lorgar, he only dispatched one Emperor Titan, and it was a one-on-one fight, and he didn't even shoot the light spear.

There will be problems if you do not treat everyone equally, but Hogg did not want to admit that it was his fault, so he could only comfort her:

“You two should stop arguing. Think about it the other way around. If you didn’t die despite being bombarded by so many Death Strike missiles, you have already made your mark.

Do you know why I am so strong? It is because I can take beatings. Without the repeated beatings from Mr. Huang over the years, I would never have achieved what I have today.

Damn it, I feel bad when I think about it. That bastard beats me up whenever he wants. He beats me up whenever he sees me. Didn't I just spread rumors about him selling ditch products? Obviously, Emperor molds have the best sales, so I can be considered to have generated income for the empire.

Everyone knows that I, Hogg, am the most loyal. I can't rebel even if I want to. I have shed blood for the empire, I have suffered for the empire, so what if I let him call me dad? Can't he fulfill my little wish?

Woohoo! It’s really hard for me.”

Gloria and Jeanna looked at each other and suddenly felt that the suffering they had endured in the past five years was nothing. Compared with his father, the emperor's not beating him to death was already a mercy.

Collaborating with aliens, developing heretical technology, having ties to Chaos, raising a private army of demons, using skin-changing ribs to impersonate the Emperor's Spirit, and saying that the Blacklight Zerg are house pets, any of these is a capital crime.

As for the dog-headed man next to him, this is already a matter of course. If the Imperial Ministry of Justice were to make a judgment, Hogg might have been executed by cannonball long ago.

And according to gossip, the so-called Black Light Elves, the first few of them were completely the offspring of Hogg and the Youngest Lady. This is not a slap on Slaanesh's ass, but a slap on the face of the Emperor!

The First Legion has no secrets because the Dark Angels have dignity and know that some things cannot be spread, while the Blackwatch has no secrets because everything they do is known to everyone.

Growing up may only take a moment. At this moment, the two suddenly felt that they had grown up. Compared with the embarrassing things Hogg had done, they were like elders.

Yearning is the farthest distance. Once the filter is broken, nothing matters anymore. In this regard, Emilia may have a lot in common with the two.

Standing up, the two who had disliked each other before showed helpless expressions and coaxed their ignorant father. In the past five years, they have forged a deep comradeship under the Titan training method. After all, if they did not work together, they would have been sent to their deaths long ago. But what the two did not know was that although Hogg looked sad, his eyes were always looking at them. Seeing that the conflict was resolved, he hummed twice and stopped humming, which made Ross sigh:
"As expected of a veteran actor, this is called professionalism!"

First cry, then make a fuss, then hang yourself. Only the crying child gets the milk. Even though Hogg has been mocking the emperor, it is obvious that he has gradually evolved into Old Man Huang. As for what the result will be, who knows?
The Tear of the Macho Man was as fast as the wind, but this time, for the sake of the lives of the crew, Hogg did not let the old captain drink again. Instead, it took him two full days to return to Alicia's base camp.

As soon as he got off the boat, he found that the dock was full of ships from other legions. After counting carefully, he found that except for the Doom Slayers from his second brother Roland's family, the other eighteen legions were there.

Unlike the eldest princess Gloria, the eldest had experienced wars and worked with many legions. Although she was a little curious, she was not surprised. But Jeanna was different. The little girl was only six years old and was very excited to see so many ships.

However, Jeanna was no longer excited and missed the five years of passionate training. At least she didn't have to stay in the laboratory every day, beating the damn devil meatballs.

Fortunately, since all the primarchs were there, Hogg didn't have to take people back and forth to the Demon Workshop. He could directly take a group of big guys on an on-site tour to let them know the hard truth that if they wanted to get rich, they had to hunt demons first.

The Empire has no shortage of capable and brave generals, nor does it have a shortage of soldiers who are ready to die. The only thing it lacks is political talents, which is why the Extreme Marines are so rich.

Guilliman's operations are no joke, otherwise he would not have served as the Regent of the Empire, but now the great Guilliman is finally liberated. With the existence of the Angels of Bliss and the Cat-Man, he can also kill the enemy on the battlefield like other Primarchs.

A rich family never has too many dogs, and in order to entertain his good brothers, Hogg did not hold any grand banquet, but brought them to the cafeteria for a simple meal, and also brought their offspring over to eat as they pleased.

But after hearing Guilliman's sigh, all the Primarchs who were eating heartily almost spit out their food, thinking, what's the point of bringing you on board? Do we have to provide you with a stretcher team?
After having a good meal and a few drinks, Hogg saw that everyone was there, so he asked a question he had always wanted to ask:

"By the way, how did you know that I was developing the Angel of Bliss? I asked Guilliman just now, but he didn't tell you! I even asked Pony, Angel, and Dorn."

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Hogg's question instantly made the atmosphere cold, and everyone looked at Perturabo, who was sweating profusely:
"Why are you looking at me? I don't know. My father asked me to send a message. I suspect that Old Deng has been monitoring us. Anyway, he knows all the changes in our Fourth Legion."

Perturabo's answer made everyone shudder. The Primarchs seemed to see a huge man shining with golden light staring at them from behind. In a corner that no one noticed, the speaker that Hogg had been hanging on his waist slowly dimmed.

"Wait! Why didn't I get the message?"

"Ah this..."

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At the same time, Malcador, who was far away on Holy Terra, said to the Emperor sitting in front of the screen:

"My Lord, I suspect that if Hogg knew that there was something wrong with the talker, you might be beaten to death."

"How is that possible? No one knows, only you and I know. If we have to die, we'll die together."

With another deep sigh, Malcador really didn't want to say anything more. After all, good words can hardly persuade a damned ghost. But the Emperor didn't think so. Instead, he fiddled with the chessboard in front of him, looking at the huge crack that tore the empire apart, and whispered softly:

"To fight foreign aggressors, we must first stabilize the internal situation. It is time for the term "dark side of the empire" to disappear."

(End of this chapter)