I'll Make You Something Huge

Chapter 490: I'll Make You Something Huge

"Ugh~!"

After a bout of violent dry heaving, The Archangel collapsed limply onto the ground. He didn't care that it was covered in garbage; he just squatted right down, giving people something to talk about for the rest of their lives.

"Hogg, you're a dead man. Why didn't you tell me sooner that the tree was covered in snow? I can't take it anymore. I'm going to throw up again. Ugh!"

Hogg scratched his head, his face full of helplessness. He reached out to pat the Angel on the back while handing him a bottle of purified water to rinse his mouth.

"Come on, man. Didn't you see the sign under the tree saying not to pick anything?"

Sanguinius was too busy retching to argue. He had indeed seen the sign beneath the orchard's trees, but he'd assumed it was just an ordinary warning, like the signs forbidding Blackwatch from entering the pastures on Chogoris.

Speaking of which, why weren't Blackwatch allowed into the pastures on Chogoris? It couldn't be that these little greenies wanted to compete with the cows for grazing land!

Shaking off that strange thought, Sanguinius felt sick all over again when he remembered how he'd wolfed down mouthfuls of snow. But a Primarch's digestive system was too powerful. No matter how hard he retched—even after throwing up all his stomach acid—it was no use. His body had already completely absorbed the Magnus Fruit.

And the worst part was, The Archangel couldn't even get angry at Hogg. He'd chosen to eat it himself, after all. He'd been willing, so Hogg was blameless.

Like a foolish corgi who'd given himself acute gastroenteritis by eating food from a street stall, The Archangel had been hit with a Weakness debuff as soon as