410. (OO;) Grief!

Without the slightest surprise, once the main battle at Vigilance concluded, the Hive Fleet Units—having already reached a significant scale—secured a series of crushing victories. They sent the alien fleet fleeing in disarray, leaving behind only a flock of lambs for the Swarm to devour.

Following this engagement, Vigilance, the homeworld of the World Eaters, was reduced to absolute ruins. Not a single building on the entire planet remained intact; restoring it would require at least a dozen generations of effort.

Looking at the dilapidated city, Angron was beyond tears. The successive disasters had left him afraid to hope for anything more; he only wished that the next world he found could develop peacefully without any more bizarre mishaps.

As the saying goes, seeing a brother drive a Range Rover is more painful than eating dung oneself. In this era of the Imperial expansion, almost every Legion was experiencing a revival, yet his own World Eaters couldn't catch a break—if not for the business of fulfilling Exterminatus orders, they would be destitute.

Angron couldn't continue his thought, sighing softly as he turned his gaze toward his good brother, who was currently enjoying a hotpot with the three lucky survivors:

"Big Brother, can I stay at your place for a while?"

"Ah, this..." Hogg, who had just snatched a piece of meat from his dog's mouth, froze instantly, unsure of what to do. Refusing would be heartless, as he had picked up this Ogryn himself, and the guy usually called him "Big Brother" with such affection.

Yet, looking at the state of Vigilance, Hogg was terrified that if he agreed, he'd wake up one day to find his own home blown to bits.

Although nothing was said aloud, Angron possessed the sharpest perception of any Primarch and instantly sensed Hogg's inner