Chapter 745: I will fight you to the death.

"I disagree!"

The words just now rang out again, but this time it was the Emperor who said it. He didn't know what Hogg was doing. Maybe it was a joke, or maybe he was taking the opportunity to mock him.

But this time, the Emperor felt that Hogg was serious.

Hogg has complicated feelings towards the Emperor, and so do the Emperor's feelings towards Hogg. Since their first meeting, their relationship is like that of father and son, but more like that of bad friends.

On the day the Dark Raiders harvested the Primarch, the Emperor had told Malcador that Hogg was different from his descendants, and that he could not win their hearts and minds with a grand expedition like he had done with other Primarchs.

The Emperor had long seen that Hogg had no attachment to this world, and there was only disgust in his eyes. He hated everything here and was not interested in anything.

The Emperor knew why Hogg thought this way, because he was also such a person. He existed in every era and had experienced 40,000 years of human history.

The greater the gap, the lonelier you will feel. Therefore, during the Great Crusade, the Emperor did not order the Black Watch to join the battlefield early. In fact, as long as you don't cause trouble, you can develop on your own.

Facts have proved that the Emperor, a big guy with a very poor education, did the right thing for once. With the same ideas, Hogg was gradually attracted by Blackwatch and began to adapt to the Empire little by little.

With the emotional connection, Hogg was no longer the man without any worries, nor did he have that attitude of being detached from everything. In the end, he completely became the eleventh Primarch of the Empire.

But he was not the only one who was changed, but also the other Primarchs, especially the big golden guy, the Emperor.

The force is mutual. In every beating, the Emperor was inevitably corrupted by Hogg's psionic energy, which caused his mentality and personality to reverse.

Although he still has low emotional intelligence and is shameless, he is still a human being. From treating the Primarchs as tools in the beginning, he has now become overly human.

Fighting and arguing aside, the Emperor could no longer treat the Primarchs as pawns as he had done in the past, playing a ruthless game with the predetermined fate of half of the rebellion. Now he did not want to lose even a single heir.

"why?"

"For the billions of people in the empire, for the revival of humanity, and for the realization of the dream you told me."

The Emperor was a little dazed. He saw determination on Hogg's face, as well as a look of sacrifice that seemed to be out of place on his face.

"Hey, hey, hey, you bastard, you want to set a trap for me again, right? I knew you had bad intentions. I took over the Blackstone Fortress, and I won't give it to you even if you envy me."

In the past, Hogg, who valued money more than anything else, would have certainly lost his guard on the spot, but this time not only him, but even Guilliman and Roland beside him looked at the Emperor with serious faces.

"Old man Huang, you know that we only have this one chance. We don't have much time left. As long as Zhuang Sen completely defeats the dark side of the empire, a new round of unrest will immediately occur.

This is a game, an endless cycle of death. Everyone knows this. Do you believe that Zhuang Sen is still controlling the speed?
That's the master of the Lion King Flying Head Fist, even he can see it clearly, can't you see it clearly? "

The Emperor was silent. He knew very well that this was a death cycle. As long as the warp remained in chaos, even those as powerful as the Four Gods would be like a sampan floating on the waves, and no one would be spared.

There are so many living things in the world, not to mention the extragalactic galaxies. In this corner of the Milky Way alone, there have been countless overlords who have replaced each other over billions of years. Unless there is a final decision, the soul tide that has been accumulated for a long time cannot be purified at all.

The Chaos Gods will not perish, not because they are invincible, but because even after the gods are killed, as long as the Warp exists, there will always be a time to reshape it. And if there is really a way to completely annihilate the Warp? The result will not be satisfactory, because the physical world and the Warp are one and the same, and there is no such thing as a mirror that only breaks the back but not the front.

In this situation, there are not many solutions left for the Empire. The most likely solution is to release the blacklight swarms and the abomination intelligence to destroy all living things in the physical world through a harvest of death like a swarm of locusts.

Not to mention how long this method of achieving the same longevity as heaven and earth will take, the result alone is not satisfactory. After all, an empire without people is simply meaningless!
Even when he first encountered the Tyranids, Hogg had suspected that this was an immune mechanism for the operation of the world. When the warp was flooded, a natural disaster would sweep the universe, and eventually, when all things were silent, they would come back to life and usher in the next era.

The Chaos Octagon was more like a death countdown. With the Emperor's hook stuck there, almost all malicious eyes were directed towards humans.

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"So, we don't have any other options? Godard has already proven that the evil god can be reversed. With your mistress, we can..."

The Emperor could not continue. Just as Hogg had said before, if even Jonson could understand it, how could he not understand it?
Time, everything comes down to time. The window of opportunity left for the empire is running out, and they have no time to complete the plan to erode the evil god.

Perhaps when the next tide comes, the gnolls who have just shown good signs will be pulled into the damn Chaos Octagon once again and become mad dogs who can only hack and kill mindlessly.

"Yes, dreams will eventually break down, but I don't want this dream to break down, which means I have to use something to replace it, and I happen to be the only chip that can solve everything."

Guilliman lowered his head, feeling ashamed for not being able to share the burden. Before arriving at Holy Terra, Hogg had already told the two of them about his plan B.

No Primarch would wish his brother to die. Roland had advised him to do so, and so had I, but he did not agree. He just hoped to take good care of Alicia in the future.

Hogg's voice continued, saying in a joking tone:
"Old man Huang, Old man Huang, sometimes I wonder if I came to this world just to resolve this cycle of reincarnation.

Isn't that a coincidence? Even though I'm now a Star God, and I'm naturally opposed to the evil gods, those people in the Subspace still favor me, and even the Chaos Will wants me to receive double the salary.

There is no love without reason. With my current size, I only need to take one more step forward, die a spectacular death, and transform into an ether phase engine. The subspace will gradually be devoured by psionic energy, and all problems will be solved."

"So, for the sake of the empire, for the sake of countless humans who deserve a better life, I must die, and the only one who can do it is you, father!"

This was the second time Hogg called him that. The last time was when they first met. The Emperor was not an indecisive person who could not understand the overall situation. Now that things had come to this, even if he was unwilling in his heart, he still gripped the hilt of the sword.

"I'll remember you, kid."

Without any hesitation, because the Emperor was afraid that he would regret it, the powerful psychic energy unrivaled in the world was released instantly and condensed on the Sword of Death that was born from the first murder of mankind.

This was a tearful blow from the Emperor. He had gathered all his strength to the extent possible, just to prevent Hogg from feeling any pain.

However, just when the Emperor finished accumulating strength and was about to swing the magic sword in his hand, a fist came from the air and hit him directly in the face. With two streams of blood spurting out of his nose, the Emperor was instantly defeated, and his collar was grabbed tightly by a pair of hands:

"Yellow skin, who told you that I'm going to die now? Are you mentally retarded?"

(End of this chapter)