Chapter 498: The primarch comedy chronicles-Rogal Dorn
"Ah~ mm~ yeah~ hee-hee!"
Accompanied by bizarre howls, two large buckets of Nucerian anesthetic were injected into the Emperor's body. Though they called it a body, this flesh suit had been handcrafted by Mordred and the others, and nobody knew whether the stuff would work.
But pride came before a fall, defeat brought grief, and an army driven by grief was bound to win. Besides, they were already here. It couldn't hurt to try.
"Yellow Skin, how do you feel?"
"What? What are you two saying?"
Looking at Guilliman and Mordred, each carrying a large bucket of anesthetic while pinning him down from either side, the Emperor suddenly realized he felt a little dizzy. He could only see their lips moving, without hearing a sound.
Stranger still, he seemed to be seeing an angel. Why did this angel look exactly like his Horus, though, complete with a thick head of golden hair?
"Indeed! My son is an angel!"
This freakish stuff truly deserved its reputation for knocking Angron out. After two whole buckets totaling three liters, even the Emperor was affected.
But the psychic caveman only looked barbaric. The Emperor was still a learned man, and at least he could read lips. "Are you asking how I feel?"
"Yes, exactly."
After carefully savoring the sensation, the Emperor blurted out, "My head feels all woozy, like a hundred Sanguiniuses are circling around it and asking whether I want a Zhajiang Burger.
"But thankfully, I seem to have gone deaf. Things are much quieter without all that irritating racket. I'm just a little dizzy."
"Dizziness is normal! It would be strange if you weren't dizzy. This proves you've started growing new flesh and assimilating this flesh suit from within."
Mordred leaned closer, pulled out the