412. Gun in Hand, Follow Me

Chapter 412: Gun in hand, follow me.

I'm super brave, alright!

Rogal Dorn didn't say this aloud; he could only think it. Judging by the distance and the power displayed, the two steps Hogg had taken back earlier were enough to make him realize the massive gap between himself and the toad before him.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake, and he wasn't even a strong dragon to begin with. Nearly turned into cat-meat steak by the electricity, Dorn hurriedly flipped onto his back, instinctively learning how to act like an obedient pet.

Feeling the familiar yet strangely alien energy radiating from the creature before him, a vision suddenly flashed in the Slann's eyes. He saw two strange beings, different in skin color but resembling Krork, locked in a life-or-death struggle.

To the Slann, it was immediately obvious that these creatures were degraded specimens of the Krork, for the Krork were, after all, created by the research institute where he resided.

What he found difficult to accept, however, was that in this image, he couldn't find a single trace of the Old Ones, and the violently churning Warp tides explained everything.

Sighing inwardly, the Slann didn't make a scene. Instead, he asked Hogg about the origin of this creature.

Hearing Hogg claim that this strange Brain-Strong Cat was his brother from the future, the Slann went along with it. He didn't show a shred of doubt and directly accepted this newly arrived Primarch:

"Sigh! Looking at the state of you two, I dare not imagine what the race of the Old Ones will become in the future. Isn't it said that the Primarch is the ultimate weapon we manufactured? How can it be so weak?"

After that final farewell, Hogg already knew the Slann