Chapter 618 I really can’t do anything to you
It is possible that the digital life is Guilliman, but it is a little unlikely that Guilliman is a digital life.

In any case, the Emperor did not believe that the most cautious Guilliman would adopt such a radical strategy. Even if someone said it was Rus, he might think about it, even if it was Rus!

But compared with the Emperor, the parenting expert, Lyon's investigation report was unanimously recognized by Dorn and Magnus. After all, among the small group of Primarchs, the Ultramarines of Guilliman's family were called the Sons of War.

I would like to mention here that, as Hogg's behavior became more and more erratic and he liked to beat up other Primarchs, he caused considerable psychological trauma to all of them, especially the group leader Horus. The great Horus even created another small group, but did not include Hogg in it.

In order to avoid being discovered, all the Primarchs acted in the large group with Hogg, and performed for a full ten thousand years under the leadership of Jonson, who had no secrets. Even when Hogg was abducted by Slaanesh to serve as a sergeant, they carefully threw in a few automatic answering machine servants.

Don't ask why the Emperor and Hogg don't appear in this family group chat. In terms of personification, even Horus feels inferior to him and agrees wholeheartedly that Hogg is the heir who most resembles the Emperor. Horus does not deserve this honor.

Although he has always been criticized, all the Primarchs, including Jonson and Hogg, know and spontaneously think that Horus is their eldest brother. He is good to all his brothers. Of course, there is an older brother above the eldest brother. No one will compete with Hogg for this title. After all, they really can't beat him.

But being unable to defeat him doesn't mean you can't fool Hogg. Every Primarch has a super brain. Although sometimes a super brain is not as useful as a super strength, on the other hand, the stronger the super strength, the lazier the Primarch is.

For someone like Hogg, 2/3 of his brain is being used spontaneously to slack off, with his imagination running wildly and uncontrollably. As long as he strokes the right needle and says a few nice words, he will get a reliable backer.

This strategy was thought up by Russ, who grew up on the Fenris Icefield. After all, there are no wolves in Fenris, but there are huskies that look very similar to wolves! It is a perfect match for his profession.

The Emperor snatched the investigation report handed over by Leon, and after removing the weird and dirty words unique to Blackwatch, he stopped laughing this time and directly summoned out his personal thug, Celestine, who was known as the living saint.

The nun with a halo on her head looks like an angel. She is very impressive as soon as she appears on the stage, especially the sound and light effects. Hogg, who can only use physical attacks, is extremely envious and secretly swears in his heart that a real man should be like this and he must create cool skills for Blackwatch.

"Fight for you, my Lord! Who to kill? How many?"

Ignoring Hogg who was staring at her butt with his drooling mouth, Celestine was already used to being looked at like this. But compared to Hogg's fanatical love for pretentiousness, as a living saint, she actually didn't want to be so ostentatious. Her words and deeds were quite cold, with only endless faith in the great God-Emperor in her heart.

But soon the faith in the Living Saint encountered some minor setbacks. Perhaps it was because the Emperor pretended to be too much like him. Even though Hogg tried his best to spread rumors, due to the preconceived reputation of Blackwatch, people would only believe what they believed, especially the believers. They always thought that the Emperor was flawless, and instead thought that those cloaked cockroaches were going crazy again.

The Emperor was very satisfied as he looked at his number one thug in front of him. After handing her the report, he waved his hand lovingly, motioning Celestine to come closer, and whispered in her ear:
"Do it nicely. I don't want anyone else to know!"

He turned his head to look at Hogg who was still staring at his butt, and then looked at Magnus who had infinite wisdom in his eyes. Finally, Celestine thought for a while and set his gaze on Rogal Dorn who was as solid as a rock, as if standing guard.

"..."

"What are you doing? It's just a metaphor. Do you understand? Which of these three bastards can you beat? Go to work quickly, and remember not to hurt the intern named Colleen."

"Don't worry, my Lord! She is just a weak clerk. I have 13 ways, 13 ways to bring her to you."

With the Emperor's sigh, Celestine teleported into the warp, and with years of experience in resurrecting corpses, she began to search for the mission target named Colleen. Time passed by little by little, and just when Hogg was looking for something to do and dragged Dorn and Magnus to come up with cool skills based on psionic energy, feathers suddenly fell from the sky, and Celestine, who had just left not long ago, jumped out of the void with blood all over her body, and plunged behind the Emperor, and followed closely, a red dog head squeezed out of the void:
"Woof! Who gave you the courage to rob your uncle Blot's owner? Birdman, I think you don't want to live anymore.

The one who made such an arrogant statement must be the master of the Eighth Legion's bloodhounds, the powerful super dog named Brothandel!
But the dog's arrogance lasted less than a second before he saw the emperor standing in front of Celestine, grinning at him with his fists clenched.

"Quack! How despicable! It's actually the big golden guy. This must be a trap. Colleen, help me quickly! Someone is trying to kill me!"

Before Blot could retract his dog's head, he saw a pair of golden hands grab him, and then pulled out together with Colleen who was holding his tail.

The scene of being beaten crazily together with his unlucky father was still vivid in his mind. Blot was very afraid of the yellow-faced and black-hearted emperor. Seeing his own dog emperor bragging with others, he, like Celestine, directly protected Hogg in front of him and pulled Colleen over out of loyalty.

"Don't be so arrogant, big golden guy. I'm not a coward! Woof woof woof."

"Snapped!"

A loud noise came up, and in front of Blot's shocked eyes, Hogg pulled the dog's head and signaled him to shut up with his eyes:

"Why are you talking so loudly? I'm not deaf. I'll give you a handful of melon seeds. Go chew them over there."

A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. Blott, with clear eyes, shrank his body, took a handful of melon seeds handed to him by his emperor, rolled to the corner, squatted next to a cardboard box, and gnawed on the giant melon seeds that were as big as an ordinary person's palm.

"Hmm, what's in this box? Why is there a snoring sound? Let me see."

On the other side, four big guys surrounded Colleen, the strongest intern, and after thinking about it for a while, they were just about to strip this silly girl naked and put her on the laboratory table for dissection. Especially after Hogg opened his bloody mouth and licked her face with his tongue, Colleen was so scared that she squatted with her head in her hands, crying wildly.

Hogg savored the drop of blood he sucked with his tongue for a moment, then nodded to the Emperor:

"That's exactly what it smells like! Guilliman, you bastard, get out of here now."

"What Guilliman? I'm not Lord Guilliman. I'm Colleen. Your Highness, have you forgotten? I've even sent you a message!"

Seeing that she was still stubborn, Hogg threw the evidence that Leon had collected on the ground, tapped the nerve cable on her head, pointed at the five little cats who had been inseparable from Colleen since she appeared, and asked:
"Don't hide, Guilliman. When it comes to colluding with aliens, who in the entire empire can compare to me? Come out now, or I will take action."

As Hogg finished speaking, Colleen, who had been crying just now, suddenly became quiet, as if she had become a different person. Together with the five little cats, she responded in the tone of a six-person chorus:
"Tsk, there's really nothing I can do about you!"

(End of this chapter)