Master Huo's Medicine Cures All Illnesses

As the strongest psyker among humanity, Emperor, being an immortal, had seen too much.

The current situation with Magnus was not unprecedented, but solving this problem relied entirely on himself; even Emperor could not intervene.

Emperor explained Magnus's current state to the two, hoping to devise a viable plan.

Analogous to the cultivation novels Hogg had seen, it was as if Magnus's Dao heart had shattered, his three souls and seven spirits disrupted by inner demons; to return to the orthodox path, he had to rely on his own epiphany.

Having figured it all out, Hogg curled his lip. Playing with magic was trash, after all—unlike himself, a noble Berserker.

Listening to Emperor and Malcador discuss plans, ranging from psychic hypnosis to memory erasure, Hogg, who was fiddling with a skull, only felt that the two were far too long-winded!

"Stop arguing, you two are just being pretentious. I have a way to guarantee a quick recovery."

Shoving Malcador aside with his backside, Hogg stood before the faded Magnus and began his treatment.

If you ask why he didn't shove Emperor, Hogg had to be able to beat him first! With that man's explosive temper, he would surely be pulverized, and the mild-mannered Malcador was just the right size.

"Little Mag, don't blame your brother here. I'm curing your illness; if you want to blame someone, blame our unlucky dad for not keeping a close eye on you."

Watching Hogg stretch his limbs and prepare for action, Magnus had a foreboding premonition.

"What are you doing, you short Ogryn, Hmph!"

Valuing efficiency, Hogg didn't give him time to think; he jumped up and landed a punch on Magnus's chin, knocking out two of his teeth instantly.

"You loser! Who the hell gave you time to doubt life here? I think you're just asking for a beating. You sunburned Ogryn, you brainless thing."

While cursing, he beat the weak and powerless sunburned Ogryn. Magnus tried to resist, but golden psychic energy locked the surrounding space.

In terms of pure physical strength, two little Mags wouldn't be enough for Hogg to hammer. Even if Vulkan came, Hogg could beat him into a second-degree disability the same height as himself.

The more he beat him, the more excited Hogg became. A tail grew out, and the five-meter-long, tough tail wrapped around Magnus's body like a rope, preventing him from escaping.

"Growing so big without a brain, and a little fairy at that? I'll beat you so hard your own father won't recognize you, Hmph! You only deserve to eat that *&% in a cesspit."

The five-meter-tall little Mag had his knees struck by Hogg and fell to the ground. Facing a fist that could knock down a Greater Daemon, he could only curl up in the corner and take the beating.

Through his body, he saw the watching Emperor. At this moment, Magnus could no longer hold back and wailed:

"Father, save me! Why are you just watching? Ah, stop hitting me!"

And Emperor and Malcador were like OMO, omo.

Seeing Emperor indifferent, Hogg became even more spirited. Recalling the psychic slap he received from Old Man Yellow before they had even met, Hogg kicked out.

Thinking of being pinned to the ground and beaten after returning, electricity crackled on his fist as he fiercely jabbed at little Mag's kidneys, causing him to vomit blood from the heavy blow.

And the mixed tag-team from earlier—his father in his past life hadn't beaten him like this. It really hurt, you old bastard.

Highly activated flesh began to boil, and his fingers turned into tearing claws flashing with a disruption field, stabbing fiercely at the half-dead Magnus.

Seeing that Hogg was truly going for the kill, the sanity in Magnus's mind completely snapped. Crimson psychic energy crashed into his body from the void, and the lost power returned, even stronger than before.

A pair of huge red feathered wings grew from Magnus's back, his withered skin turned ruddy again, and two curved horns sprouted from the top of his head, pointing toward the sky.

A massive psychic vortex formed in the sky, triggering celestial phenomena. The surging energy blew everything in the laboratory away; various debris and metal flew into the air, even including a slender figure mixed within.

At this moment, after experiencing massive trauma and stimulation, Magnus had liberated part of his Warp essence, comparable to Bai Ci Nan having suffered the ultimate insult!

The transformed body could not even be controlled by the spatial lock set by Emperor, and the contained psychic energy was ten, or even nine times that of his previous form.

"Power! Such powerful strength, I will crush you all!"

The mindless, instinct-driven, powerful sunburned Ogryn let out a roar, his scarlet eyes locked onto the most conspicuous figure below—Emperor.

Hogg, who had long since escaped the battlefield and burrowed into the floor, leaving only his head exposed, couldn't help but provide commentary upon seeing such an apocalyptic scene.

"100,000 horsepower rotation, Warp Apocalyptic Sword, Gwah!"

"200,000 horsepower, Golden Wave Fist, Yeah!"

Descending from the sky, Magnus, carrying destructive demonic energy, charged toward Emperor, who raised his fist, and then—he was killed in one hit.

Watching Magnus, who had been knocked down by a single punch and regressed from 'Powerful Sunburned Ogryn' to 'Sunburned Ogryn', Hogg took out a bucket of cold water and splashed it on him.

The startled little Mag climbed up from the ground, looking at the scene around him as if it had been hit by an orbital bombardment; he was a bit dazed.

"I remember Hogg was going to treat me, and then what happened? Right! He actually dared to beat the great Crimson King. You little runt, what are you doing?"

Recalling everything, Magnus grabbed Hogg by the collar and lifted him up.

"Put him down, Magnus. Your brother saved you."

Emperor stopped little Mag's actions. Although the process was not exactly normal, the effect was quite good. This made Emperor start to wonder if this kind of physical education could be applied to other Primarchs.

Facing Emperor's order, Magnus obediently put down the Hogg in his hand. It wasn't that he didn't know Hogg's actions were meant to save him, but he had beaten him too hard; he was still lisping when he spoke now.

Having thoroughly enjoyed himself, Hogg was also sensible enough to praise how brave Magnus had been during his transformation, which finally improved his mood.

The laboratory had turned into ruins and was being cleaned up by people brought by the Adeptus Custodes. A squad of yellow-painted Imperial Fists arrived with construction vehicles and began pouring concrete on-site.

Magnus and Hogg, who had caused such a commotion, could only stand there and listen to Emperor's holy profanities before being let go. However, they were given a task.

That was for Hogg to help Magnus solve the problem of the Thousand Sons gene-seed mutation. With no place left, the two could only return to the Blacklight docked at the spaceport.

Watching the two Primarchs, one big and one small, leave, Emperor also walked toward the palace with Malcador.

When there was no one else on the road, Emperor spoke:

"My friend, my decision back then was correct, wasn't it? He is indeed our opportunity."

"Yes, my lord. According to my observations, Magnus is very likely the piece that the Changing Sky is plotting to use. But have you thought this through? There are always sacrifices to be made."

"I understand what you mean, but Magnus is a crucial contingency plan; he is the insurance for our final scheme."

Emperor's reply did not satisfy Malcador, and he came to a halt.

"My lord, do you know why so many of our old companions have left you? You are too greedy."

Hearing Malcador's interrogation, the Emperor did not answer, simply walking on in silence. He knew what his old friend meant, and likewise, the other understood his thoughts.

The two walked in silence, speaking no more. They continued until they reached the gates of the Imperial Palace, those gates crafted like a work of art by the combined efforts of countless artists of Terra.

Looking at the scenes carved into the golden gates, depicting himself leading humanity to begin the Great Crusade, the Emperor spoke.

"I know, everything is for humanity, but they are also my children."

Malcador was somewhat shocked, unsure of what game the Emperor was playing; such a sentimental appearance was not the figure he remembered.

After much thought, Malcador struck the Emperor with his cane, causing the sentimental Emperor to shudder, his sorrowful expression instantly replaced by cold indifference.

"Damn it, it must be because I've been beating that thing too much lately; my humanity is becoming too active."

Emperor, having returned to being the Master of Mankind, pushed open the gates and walked inside, with Malcador following closely behind; they still had the next step of their plan to carry out.

Meanwhile, a slender figure that had crashed into the wasteland had just pulled its head out of the dirt.

"Urusai! Damn you Hogg, and damn you Magnus."

Thanks to Starry Vastness, Urusai for the troublesome naming, Sleeping Angel, and everyone else for the tips and votes.