Chapter 681: I once almost killed the emperor alone with my good brother

"Hogg, you swallowed Corax and the others, spit them out now!"

Looking at the little brother in his claws, Hogg, who had regained consciousness, seemed to realize something. A strong feeling of discomfort was brewing in Hogg's body. He felt a stomachache, as if he had eaten a ton of spicy crisps and drank two buckets of Nurgle soup in the middle of the night.

What was even more uncomfortable was that Hogg felt an itchy throat, as if something wanted to crawl out of his body. It sounded like there were tracks turning, but why were there tracks in his stomach?

"Run~"

"What?"

There was a buzzing in Koz's ears, and he couldn't hear clearly what Hogg said. When he was held in his mouth, the saliva had already digested half of his ear.

If it was ordinary acid, it would not work on Curze who had become the original demon. But after coming to this world, Curze found that the style here was completely different. The horrible acid seemed to be specially made for demons and could directly digest the demon's illusory flesh and blood filled with subspace energy.

Koz looked very miserable. His head was like a boiled egg, with smoke coming out from time to time. His ears had been completely corroded by the acid. One could only see Hogg's big teeth moving up and down, and something sticking out of his mouth.

As their eyes met, Koz recognized what came out of Hogg's throat. It was his good brother Corax, who had shared the infamy and hunted Lorga for ten thousand years.

Corax was huddled in a tank that was about to fall apart. A head popped out of the observation window and looked at him. There was a flash of determination in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth moved up and down, as if he was saying something.

"What are you doing? I can't hear you!"

Koz danced and shouted loudly, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. The whole world was silent.

Perhaps sensing the danger, Hogg subconsciously threw Koz out. In mid-air, Koz saw a subatomic armor-piercing bullet passing by him. It melted Hogg's front teeth and smashed into the ground with an unstoppable momentum, creating a hole of neither deep nor shallow.

"Ugh~"

The discomfort in his body reached its peak, and Hogg opened his huge mouth. A Leman Russ tank with smoke still coming out of the barrel rushed out of Hogg's mouth, and behind it was the deadly digestive fluid that could digest the demons of the Warp.

After a while of rumination, Hogg finally vomited out the foreign objects in his throat, including two Coraxes, a Koz, and some strange scraps.

"Ah, I feel like I'm going to die. Is this the good brother you two told us about? He almost turned us into a pile of feces and pulled it out..."

An acid rain began to fall on the earth. Before the three brothers who escaped from Dog's Mouth could react, they were soaked in it. The smell was even worse than Nurgle's soup.

Corax, who had just spoken, was even more miserable. The sudden heavy rain had left him with a huge psychological shadow. He was afraid that he would never open his mouth and talk to others again.

Actually, it's not Hogg's fault. He was so hungry before that he ate whatever he saw, which inevitably led to some indigestible food. In addition, the three brothers were like a tank in his esophagus, so vomiting was a very normal reaction.

The 80-meter-tall monster slowly shrank, but Hogg's mouth did not close. Instead, it continued to spew out debris, such as a demon weapon with half an arm attached, a half-dead demon engine, a Land Troop Transporter, half of the Skull Lord's tracks, and several Necrons that were almost driven crazy. The entire earth was filled with smelly corrosive smoke.

But this could not quell Blackwatch's desire to plunder. As the battlefield was about to end, dense swarms of cloaked cockroaches emerged from the dark corners. They didn't mind the dirt and jumped into the vomit with buckets and searched repeatedly.

What's more, some people even brought in several high-pressure water guns to wash the ground, hoping that after the filth subsided, they would be able to find some rare treasures preserved.

In the wonderful experience of controlling his father before, although he was unable to control it precisely, Black Watch always led his own Primarch towards high-value targets.

And they knew their father's digestive ability. If it could be preserved in such an environment worse than Nurgle soup, it must be a good thing. If not now, when? Picking it up is a profit. Looking at Hogg sitting there like a hill, spraying water non-stop, Sevatar knew that his uncle should not care about them now, and Blackwatch could not be relied on, so he hurriedly called the Midnight Lord to come forward to dig out his troubled old father.

Seeing the Midnight Lord go to find his father, the other three legions also began their actions. They had clearly survived the previous battles, and they could not allow fatal casualties to occur at this time.

If they arrived too late, the Primarch might have drowned in the slime. If the history books later recorded that the Primarch died of drowning, they would be too ashamed to continue living in this world.

Looking at the rebellious son below who was in tears but unable to control himself from spitting out debris, the Emperor's clone quietly disappeared and ordered the original body to retreat quickly. He himself looked at the gradually healing subspace portal in the sky to prevent the three pieces of trash from making a surprise attack.

The reason why the clone is so considerate is not because Old Man Huang is anthropomorphic, but because after the fusion of the Emperor and Mara, the clone inherited her emotional intelligence, otherwise it would definitely run down and laugh at Hogg in person and call him a loser.

However, after the clone's news came out, he had not received any response, which made the clone confused, but when he thought that those trash had retreated, he continued to lurk.

Perhaps frightened by the Emperor's act of dying together, nothing unexpected happened after the Mandeville Point above Breas was completely closed. Only three voices rang in the Emperor's ears:

"You cursed ditch seller, just wait and see!"

Seeing that the three rubbish had finally retreated, the throne formed by the flames of bones dissipated again, and the emperor's originally tense nerves relaxed. If they continued to consume it, he would be able to burn all the residents of the empire to death without them having to do anything.

However, the Emperor could not relax at this time. He had to push the tubes that had been pulled out one by one back in. The others were easy. The trouble was the one behind his buttocks. It might be painful, but the Emperor was used to it.

Sacrifice was for a greater victory. Even though all the members of the State Religion were killed or injured, the Emperor believed it was worth it. Except for those portals that were so deeply polluted that they had become celestial phenomena, the Great Rift had been basically closed.

From now on, the high walls that divided the empire will no longer exist, and they only need to eliminate the scum entrenched in the north.

The best part was that the webway beneath the Golden Throne was completely shut down, which meant that his own imperial guards could finally escape from this sinkhole, liberating the true elite forces of the empire, and he would no longer have to watch those imperial guards running naked around the palace without clothes.

The Emperor was filled with emotion. The mistake he made ten thousand years ago was finally made up for. He no longer had to rely on the eyes of his clone to view the world. He could also leave Holy Terra like a normal person and truly leave the cage that had imprisoned him for ten thousand years.

Thinking of this, an inappropriate idea emerged in the emperor's mind and became more and more intense, but the emperor did not show it. Instead, he signaled to his left and right guards to help him and put the thick tube back in.

After receiving the order, Roland and Blot looked at each other. The cat-dog team stepped forward at the same time and pressed the emperor's shoulders:

"Father (godfather), are you ready?"

"Stop pushing it, and get started!"

"Do we really want to push it in? Isn't this body a bit too big?"

"Shut up! I'm the coolest and most domineering emperor in the galaxy. You'll do whatever I tell you to do. Go ahead."

"Pfft~"

The sudden force made the Emperor sit down on the thick cable that he had to pull out slowly, causing his abdomen to bulge. A miserable wail roared out in Holy Terra:

"Quack! I'm going to scatter you."

(End of this chapter)