Chapter 682: Be brave, my friend.

There wasn't a moment of feeling sorry for the Emperor's ass, because he deserved it.

Thanks to the Black Watch's natural talent for scavenging, they can always find the most valuable things among the debris, and the four Primarchs are obviously the most valuable treasures and are dug out of the slime first.

A bucket of clean water diluted the acid and washed away the filth on their bodies. Looking at the black-armored boys beside them who ignored their father's life and death and concentrated on picking up garbage, the two Primarchs of Chaos felt a sense of weirdness:

"Are they just going to watch their own Primarch continue to spray there? I always thought that the Iron Warriors' love for Perturabo was twisted enough, but I didn't expect them to go even further. They even took a group photo there, even though they had the most deaths!"

The two brothers had the same reaction, they didn't understand why Blackwatch was so happy after so many deaths, as if there was something wrong with their cognition.

"Don't look at it. Just take care of yourselves. As long as my good brother is alive, these cloaked cockroaches can be resurrected again. Anyway, it doesn't cost them their own property. It's all public funds. Look how sad Hogg is crying."

Looking up, the two brothers saw that the huge beast, which had shrunk to 60 meters in size, was crying, with tears pouring down uncontrollably, as if its father had died.

"How long will he stay like this? Don't we need to support other legions?"

Although looking at each other was like looking in a mirror, the Waste Brothers could still feel the obvious difference between them. They turned on the terminal and looked at the reconnected Kara network. With the Primarch's authority, Curze connected to the large screen in the combat command room and pointed at the screens that were violently beating the Chaos Legion and said:

"Support? What support? We don't even have enough people like this to defeat you! Even though we don't look like good people, our fighting power is terrifyingly strong. With your current state, I could fight you on equal terms with you before I went to work for Jianqi.

If there is a chance, I can take you to the Dark Portal and let you see the current situation of another empire. By then, we will be the seven brothers of the Human Empire, and Alpharius and others will be too weak.

Do you know why we are so powerful?"

Looking at the destroyed ruins around them, the two Primarchs found a piece of discarded steel plate and sat down. Before the war, they also learned the general information of the empire here through the Kara network.

Compared with the weird world here, my hometown is not a good place either, but it seems much more normal in comparison. At least it is not so blasphemous.

Yes, the two Primarchs of Chaos Undivided had no other words to describe what they saw, and ultimately could only use blasphemy to define everything they saw.

Rick who was obviously a Necron, the Doghead who scared himself when he took off his helmet, the Tau believers who were even crazier than the Word Bearers, and the Eldar navigator who opened the gate of the Webway.

If anyone said this was true, Curze would skin it himself.

But the day he met his good brother, he was dragged to the Eldar bathing club. When he saw with his own eyes the Eldar technician with tight muscles who could play tricks on Space Marines with his speed but who only wore very little cloth to massage him, Curze thought that he would not be surprised by any scene of collapse anymore.

"Is the price of gaining power sand sculpture?"

Curze didn't want to believe this fact, because if it was true, then the life he had experienced would become so ridiculous, and the actions of all the primarchs, including his damn father, were a joke.

Looking at Hogg who was still spewing garbage in front of them, the two Primarchs seemed to know why. They sighed to their good brother who had handed over all the work to his offspring while they were smoking and bragging:

"I really envy you. First, you have a happy childhood. Second, you have..."

"The second what? Azmodai! Judge him quickly."

Before Koz could finish his words, a cold gun muzzle was pointed at his head. A hooded warrior suddenly appeared, furious, and came behind everyone without anyone noticing.

Slowly raising his hands, Curze recognized who those weirdos with guns pointed at his head were. They were the most devilish fallen angels among the Dark Angels, and the tall figure next to them that appeared in the illusion of the dissipating forest was his brother Leon Johnson.

Looking at the four Hoggs in front of him that seemed to be carved from the same mold, Zhuang Sen paused for a rare moment, perhaps thinking of something, and signaled his men to put down their weapons:

"Who did I think it was? It seems that we are the first legion to arrive here. I have to say, your rebellious brothers are really weak." A head was thrown at Jonson's feet. From the distinctive pointed corners, Curze could recognize that it was his fallen brother Lorgar. Just like his style, he would be a waste wherever he went.

Write a note in your diary quietly, never shout out the word "second...", and when you shout it out, you'd better make sure you are innocent, otherwise you may be shot in public by a group of hooded lunatics.

The arrival of the Dark Angels brought more vitality to Breas. This planet that had been ravaged by many parties was completely shattered. The gravity was completely disrupted by psionic energy and subspace energy. Some broken continents floated into the sky. No one knew if there were any remaining enemies there.

Looking at Hogg spewing out garbage, Zhuangsen found it very interesting, so he led his own legion to the bottom of the meat mountain to take a group photo, waiting for the Emperor's next order.

As time went by, more and more legions descended on Breas. All legions suffered varying degrees of damage, but all were victorious. Only the coalition of the Luna Wolves and Salamanders suffered heavy losses.

Hogg, who was unable to move and was still spitting out garbage, became the check-in point for every Primarch after their arrival. Abaddon even borrowed the Claw of Horus from his own Primarch and posed for photos on the spot holding a pointy skull.

When Guilliman finally arrived, Hogg had completely recovered and was very aggressive towards Guilliman who wanted to take a photo with him:

"Bah! It's a good thing I didn't choose you as my reinforcement this time. It's been 18 hours. If I had waited for you to come to support me, I would have been exhausted."

No one would stand up for Guilliman, even though he was facing a high-end game with 3000 Endurance ships, but the impression of his ambition had already been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Thirty years in the east of the Milky Way, thirty years in the west of the Milky Way, don't look down on the poor Primarch! You will regret it."

Guilliman's impotent rage made everyone laugh, and they bullied him with all their sarcasm. It would take another 30 years, but I will take you to join my ship again in 30 years.

The next things were much simpler. When all the legions gathered in Breas, the Angels of Bliss began to automatically count the losses and allocated a large amount of supplies in the rear to the legions for recuperation and replenishment, waiting for the latest instructions from the Emperor.

However, one day passed and no one cared. Two days passed and no one cared. But when two weeks (14 days) passed, no one could hold back any longer.

After all, no one can stand eating the Magnus Fruit produced and sold by Hogg every day, but the news from Holy Terra still did not come, and even the Kara network was cut off.

Just when the Primarchs thought that Holy Terra had been lost, communication was finally restored, but the one who sent the message was not Old Man Huang, but Alpha who stayed in the Solar Star Region:

"Oh no! The Emperor is missing, and now it is Mara who sits on the Golden Throne."

This horrific news was like a bolt from the blue, disrupting everyone's plans. However, the angel was smart enough to say to Alpha:
"Go and see if Malcador is here. Don't let the old man get away."

However, Alpha's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"You think I didn't think of that? Malcador disappeared, too. And while I was searching, old Orpesson disappeared, too. The three of them got away.

When I arrived at Holy Terra, Waldo said that the Emperor was in seclusion in the palace. I had already bribed that dog Blot, and was just waiting to see the old man Huang make a fool of himself.

But after a week, I felt something was wrong. When I went to the palace again, Waldo was gone. Then I saw my second brother and Gouzi beaten half to death, chained to the throne, with a ball gag in their mouths. "

"What about Mara?"

Without much explanation, Alpha turned the camera to one side, and Mara sitting on the golden throne immediately appeared on the screen. His body was several times larger, and he could only use the throne to share the pressure. It was obvious that he was betrayed by the emperor.

Seeing all the grown-up boys, Mara looked sad and hummed:

"Come and save me, I've become a substitute!"

(End of this chapter)