Chapter 759: Mortals Create the Future
The Chain of Boldness, a strange system that originated from Blackwatch, was only circulated among the Legion at the beginning, but after the Lord of Blacklight became one of the two gods believed in by the Imperials, it gradually spread throughout the galaxy and even the subspace.

If you ask what the Chain of Coolness is, even Hogg wouldn't know. But that doesn't stop everyone from thinking it's awesome. It's a special thing that's related to personal reputation and fashion value.

Its purpose is mainly to show off, regardless of whether you are powerful or not. Generally speaking, it is probably the opening trash talk in a duel before a battle, and you get used to it after saying it for a while.

But the Emperor who knew Hogg well knew that his rebellious son truly believed this. It was due to his obsession with his past life, just like a wanderer who always wanted to make a name for himself. And the only one who could keep up with his train of thought was probably himself, the psychic primitive man who had run through human history.

"Hogg, you are a bully! You are ugly because of your appearance. You are not tall but you look big. Why are you pretending to be so arrogant? If you have the guts, come out and fight me... Let's fight one-on-one. Don't let me look down on you."

After saying this, the emperor, wearing Zhengyi armor and joining the battlefield in his prime, took out a leather sofa and chopped it with a sword in front of the horrified eyes of the four gods.

The Emperor's sword split the curtain of time and space, and the leather sofa exploded into thousands of stardust in the dazzling sword light. Those leather fragments spontaneously combusted in the air before they fell to the ground, turning into countless black embers dancing wildly in the void, erasing them at the source.

"Do not!!!"

Extreme rage was brewing in the beast's body. Even though he had lost his mind and only had instinctive consciousness left, Hogg let out a terrifying roar. That was his sofa, his favorite place to curl up and sleep.

This sofa was the first item Hogg stole from the Emperor. It was on this sofa that he and the Emperor had their first conversation about their ideals. Two unrelated people came together and talked about the future that mankind should have.

But the outsider wanderer named Hogg was filled with hatred. He hated everything in this world. This damn cesspool should not be his destination. He hated the incompleteness of Hogg, and he also hated the dream that had bound him for ten thousand years.

"That's my throne! How dare you destroy it!"

Since the fall, Hogg's remaining body, or rather his true self that was not bound by any emotions, uttered its first cry.

The 11111 huge mouths on Hogg's beastly head screamed at the same time, and each sound was wrapped in energy ripples of different dimensions - the first sound shattered the world engine used by the Necrons to stabilize space, the second sound condensed the subspace tide into scarlet crystals, and the third sound directly vaporized Cadia's Astra Militarum armored vehicles into iron-blue steam.

Even the tide of the Warp froze for a moment. From Rogal Dorn's perspective, the hideous head that was spewing blood and flesh pollution instantly shrank back, smashed through the already fragile Eye of Terror, and turned around to drill back.

Without Hogg's mental pollution, the Astra Militarum, which had been suppressed to death, finally had time to recover. Under the blessing of the Four Gods, they gradually regained their sanity.

A pair of skeletal hands burning with black flames pressed on Yarick's shoulders. The black flames that could burn everything could not hurt him at all.

Through the T3 mechanical exoskeleton facial armor, Yarick saw his Dark Tide team. Krieg was dying. A bone spur pierced his lung and nailed him to the ground. Thanks to the Hive Tyrant who risked his life to save him, but Kogat also had half of his body chopped off.

Seven 21, surrounded by scarlet blood flames, swung his giant axe to block the giant sword that was swung towards him. What a terrifying weapon it was. Compared to a sword blade, it was more like a huge hard block of iron. And this terrifying weapon was held in one hand by their former teammate Gus.

The dog couldn't hold on for long, Guts was too strong. With their skillful cooperation, the Dark Tide team had killed him seven times. But after the last resurrection, Guts had become a deformed dragon man.

The Death Mark Shooter's attack was ineffective. With only one prediction, the suddenly accelerated Deformed Dragon smashed 47, who was trying to sneak attack from the dimensional space, with one claw.

He pulled out the bone spur that had pierced his abdomen. With only his left eye left, Yarick felt weak. He then took out nine combat potions and inserted them into his body.

"Let me go. I'm not dead yet. It's not your turn to take me away."

"But you can't beat him, old one-eye!"

As the sound of flames exploding came from his ears, Yarick didn't know who this warrior of the Cursed Legion was, but judging from its tall, non-human figure, it should be an evil orc warrior recruited by the Emperor.

"How do you know if you don't try? If you have the time to take me away, you might as well find a way to kill the other side.

The title of Old One-Eye is good. If I can return alive, I will make the blind eye into a mechanical one. "

The battle potion was taking effect, and Yarick felt full of strength, as if he could blow up the tank armor with one punch, but he knew that this was only the last burst of energy.

Yarick's retina was burning. When the ninth combat agent was pushed into his carotid artery, he heard the bones all over his body make a crisp sound like popping beans. The blood vessels in his eyeballs burst one after another, and his vision was soaked in blood. As if it was a signal, the dying Krieg soldier was wrapping his intestines around half of the single-molecule engineer shovel, and the chitinous carapace at the wound where the Hive Tyrant Kogat was cut off was proliferating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bah! I shouldn't have brought Gus to get a massage. This bastard still owes me money!"

Gripping the chainsaw sword tightly in his hand again, Yarick raised his head and looked at the dark sky that was shattered by Hogg, and couldn't help laughing:
"Your Highness, is this your test for us? Have fun.

For the emperor!

The chainsaw swords began to roar, and like Don Quixote charging at the windmill, the mortal commissar named Yarick launched a charge, just as he had done seven times before.

Block, counterattack! Yarrick rolled to avoid the sweeping dragon's tail, the jagged bone spurs scraping against his exoskeleton, plowing bloody flaming grooves in the ceramic steel shield.

Every time the dragon incarnated by Guts flapped its wings, it left behind asphalt-like corrosive slime on the ground. Countless painful human faces floated in the slime - these were the memories of the seven rebirths that had been devoured previously.

Long live the Lord of the Black Light! !
The god's title was called out, just like the prayers of mortal political commissars every time they killed an alien.

In an instant, a scarlet lightning fell from the sky. Yarick was assisted by God. He tasted the molten iron of his teeth. Bloody arcs burst out from the seams of his exoskeleton, and the teeth of the chainsaw sword turned into scarlet light wheels in the overclocked vibration.

Dodge, jump, the huge gap between mortals and demons was made up by machines. The generous Ohm Messiah was never stingy, and the machine soul of the exoskeleton was roaring, just like Yarick's already broken body.

In the golden vertical pupils of the Demon Dragon Gus, a deadly arc that violated the laws of physics was reflected at this moment - the dying human being actually leaped up on the ripples of the subspace, dancing on the coffin of physics with every step.

“It’s time to pay your debt!”

"Paji."

Two muffled sounds were heard, and Yarick fell at Seven's feet. Fortunately, the battlefield was already covered with blood and flesh, otherwise, falling from a height of only 11 meters would have caused Yarick to die on the golden throne.

"No, how did you do it?"

The one who was more confused than Bisven was Yarick. He looked at the chainsword in his hand, then at the dragon lying on the ground next to him looking for its head. An instinct beyond reason arose in his heart, driving him to pounce forward and chop off the huge dragon horn that was obviously worth a lot of money with the chainsword.

When the dragon horn was in his arms, the hunger in his heart was slightly satisfied, and Yarick turned his gaze to the half-broken Hive Tyrant beside him.

Sweeping at the greedy gaze, Kogat covered his head and shouted loudly in Low Gothic with a Zerg accent:
"My head is worthless!"

Perhaps Kogat's head was really worthless, and Yarick was awakened to his sanity by the roar, and the strong side effects of the combat potion hit him instantly.

"Ugh~~Fuck, is there really anyone who can take nine potions at the same time?"

Wiping the dirt off his face, Yarick picked out a piece of meat from his mouth. It was his broken lung.

This time the political commissar could not bear it anymore and collapsed directly into the dog-man's arms. Looking at the dragon horn in his hand that was shining with scarlet light, Yarick smiled triumphantly. He turned his head to look back, but he no longer saw the cursed warrior who had talked to him.

But soon, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Yarick's mind, making him ignore the orc ghost that looked down on him just now.

"Seven, do you have any money on you? Or gold dog coins made of refined gold will do."

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(End of this chapter)