Death of Hope? Get Up and Work Overtime!

"Snowflakes drifting, north winds howling. The world is vast and desolate! A single branch of plum blossom stands proud in the snow, blooming only for the one I love!!"

"Shut your mouth, Hogg! For the love of god, stop singing!"

Jonson, who had only just managed to steady his mood, was absolutely incensed by that physically repulsive voice. He lunged at Hogg, intent on tearing him limb from limb, and it was only thanks to the other brothers holding him back that Jonson wasn't physically beaten to tears by Hogg.

Looking at Jonson, whose spirit seemed withered and whose eyes seemed to hide a lion, Hogg suddenly felt he might have gone too far. But he simply couldn't help himself—heaven knows why Abaddon was chosen as the Warmaster of Imperium.

However, looking at the current situation, perhaps the outsider Abaddon was indeed the most suitable choice for Warmaster. At the very least, it wouldn't lead to one family dominating the rest, allowing the complex and volatile factions to reach a delicate balance.

Yet, that was no reason for Hogg to stifle his laughter, especially since, after announcing Abaddon as the Warmaster of Imperium, Emperor had the gall to appoint Jonson as the Deputy Commander—a move that could only be described as maximum mockery.

Although all the Primarchs had gathered here to comfort Jonson, anyone could see their motives were impure; they were clearly just here to watch their eldest brother make a fool of himself.

Like Hogg, the Useless Brothers and The Gluttonous Brothers didn't even try to hide it, laughing out loud. Pepe, Lorgar, and Guilliman were more subtle; though they desperately wanted to laugh, they held it back. Only The Angel was the most black-hearted, still fanning the flames:

"Oh my, Jonson, look, didn't you become a Warmaster