Chapter 565 Blood Moon Storm
To be honest, Hogg originally thought that the Emperor was a screw-up, but he didn't expect that he could be so despicable and deceive Ferrus for 6700 years.

After learning that Ferrus had withstood pressure for more than 6000 years, Hogg immediately thought of his own experience of withstanding pressure and abuse for the empire for years. Although the general plots were different, they were both loyal to the empire, and they immediately developed a feeling of mutual admiration.

The three heroes of the expedition are worthy of their reputation. Compared with Ferrus, the king of extreme pressure resistance, Rogal Dorn is a waste. No wonder he is like Tom, with his mind full of Pepe loving me again.

However, Ferrus is not Hogger after all, and he is incapable of doing such a fatherly thing as to kill his father. And the Emperor, this bastard, has questionable morals. He even used his new skin to act like a spoiled child to his eldest son. With just one sentence, "Baby, I was wrong," Hogger was almost sickened to death.

But it must be said that the yellow-skinned succubus has enormous lethality. After the previous enlightenment in Longchang, Witchcraft Salted Meat is already 10,000 years ahead of Old Man Huang. As for the price, it might be the completely shattered moral integrity.

Crazy, so crazy, Hogg didn't even dare to imagine what the world would be like in the future, could it be that...

[No, Hogg, you can't think about it anymore. Stop your damn imagination. I don't want to see that scene.]

For the first time, he felt pain from his extraordinary imagination and felt that his brain was about to be polluted. Hogg directly stabbed his claws into his skull, splashing blood all over everyone on the spot. Only then did he feel much better.

"Huh! Yellow-skinned man, if you show that roast chicken expression in front of me again, I will print 100 million copies of your negative information and spread them throughout the galaxy."

However, Hogg's threats were useless. The fully developed Emperor put his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest and trembled, and said proudly:
"Whatever you want! I don't care about your face! To put it bluntly, if it can achieve my goal, I can go to #*%."

Covering the emperor's mouth with one hand, Hogg prevented the following obscene words from being uttered. At this moment, he really felt regretful, especially when that bastard stuck out its tongue and licked the palm of his hand, he even wished he could chop off his entire arm.

Looking at the two ghosts rolling in front of him, tearing each other apart on the ground, although Ferrus was very satisfied with the Emperor's current image and felt a strange sense of satisfaction, a bold idea suddenly came to his mind, especially when he saw Hogg and the Emperor sabotaging each other, he said it on the spot:

"Mother, is this the stepfather you found for me?"

(▼益▼)（▼へ▼メ）
Silence, only silence. At this moment, the entire bridge was silent. Then, led by someone unknown, the entire space was filled with crazy laughter, especially Perturabo who was silently eating watermelon next to him. He rolled on the ground with Vulkan.

"Ferus, you are a genius. No wonder Fulgrim was the only one willing to pay attention to you. Okay, I agree to this marriage. Ah, no, I must spread this news."

"Yeah, yeah," Vulkan, who was also laughing like a fart, had a wretched face. Under his charcoal-black skin was a sultry heart. Perhaps because of what Hogg had vomited out, his brain had been infected by psionic energy and had become completely abnormal:
"I knew there was something wrong with these two. No decent person would fuse together, Perturabo. Would you trust someone you share a body with?"

"Fusion? Who would choose to merge together? Don't you know the truth?"

"Despicable!" ×2
"Hey hey hey."

They kicked each other away, and Hogg suddenly felt strange. Why did everyone become crazy? Were they all contaminated by Slaanesh?

"Yes, in order to stop my attack, the corrupt energy here is extremely high. Even if it is a Primarch, if he stays in this environment for a long time, he will completely become a madman who can only mate mindlessly and indulge in his own desires. This is why only the Iron Hands can be here."

After listening to Ferrus' explanation, Hogg did not hesitate and immediately released a round of psionic nova, accompanied by the power of the star god, to dispel the corruption and pollution in the area.

Seeing that Ferrus spoke clearly, Hogg was very curious about how the Iron Hands could withstand this corruption and pollution. Ferrus did not hide his secrets. As a real man, he directly sent a team of Iron Hands into the Blacklight and came to Hogg and his team. Looking at this team of highly mechanized Space Marines with prosthetics all over their bodies, Hogg sensed that these Iron Hands might not even have two taels of flesh on their bodies, and even their cerebral cortexes were embedded with multiple electromagnetic steel cables. This special creation has another name - Butcher's Nails.

When a Leviathan Dreadnought opened the hatch, revealing the empty Holy Coffin inside, even the Emperor was silent. On the other hand, a relaxed voice came from the Dreadnought:

"All of this is a necessary sacrifice. The Iron Hand will never rust. For the revival of mankind, we will die with honor! The commander of the Tenth Legion, Amadeus Ducain, was killed in the 293rd Chaos Raid. I am sorry that I cannot meet you in my human body, my beloved Emperor."

As the commander of the Tenth Legion before Ferrus returned, the Emperor knew this Terran boy who liked to wear a set of Mark I power armor, and remembered that it was he who took this wild child named Ducain out of the ruins of the lower civilian base nest in the Old Albia region during the Age of Strife.

On the one hand, the Butcher's Nails were used as stimulation electrodes to resist corruption, and on the other hand, the flesh and blood tissues were highly mechanized, retaining only the basic thinking for mechanical ascension. In order to resist the corruption of Chaos, the Iron Hands did everything they could to resist the invasion of Slaanesh for the Empire, and they resisted the pressure for more than 6700 years.

The Emperor was speechless at such a great achievement, and Hogg pointed at the Iron Hand with a very high content of Dreadnought and asked:
"Could it be that these dreadnoughts are all empty?"

"Yes, flesh and blood are weak, and machines are so powerful. How can humans be compared with the incomparably hard steel? Since you are not Mother's new stepfather, I will forgive you for this offense."

Hogg admired Ferrus, especially these veterans of the Long War, who were the true heroes of the empire and many times better than those stupid high lords. However, Hogg could not agree with Ferrus' last words.

Hogg glanced at the yellow-skinned guy who was in a short emo mood due to his outburst of humanity and gave him a big slap, pointing at his head and spraying:

"What's that expression, what's that look, what's that tear?"

"Hurry up and get to work. We must bring back the Iron Hands, the true warriors who have fought in the warp for more than 6000 years. By the way, we must kill that scoundrel and capture Fulgrim, the rebellious son."

The Emperor's moral standards were questionable, but at least he was a human being. After a brief silence, he grasped the hand that Hogg had extended and roared a terrifying battle cry with Hogg:

"Gua——Psychic energy gathers, endless war god"

"Qia - Psionic fission, cosmic star god."

"Emperor Man, combine!"

The way to fusion lies in it. Through the previous experience of fusion, this time the Emperor and Hogg merged perfectly together, bursting out with endless power, waving the bone wings behind them, rushing towards the six-ring silver palace in the distance, and using their ultimate fusion move:
Along with the brilliant golden-red beam of light, a cold moonlight without any sadness or joy illuminated the entire Eye of Terror:

"No regrets in killing my son, bloody! Moon Storm!"

　I slept for 11 hours yesterday, and my mind feels much more relaxed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)