Hogg Boss Waaaagh, We Love You!

Just like cross-dressing had only two stages—zero times and countless times—once you put on that little black fishnet dress, whoever you were, there was no going back.

After learning that this machine could manufacture a weakened version of the Iron Legion of sex-bot warriors, nearly as good as combat servitors, The Archangel shamelessly betrayed his cherished chastity. Instead, he huddled with Hogg in front of the machine and started molding faces.

When it came to striking appearances, the Primarchs were the obvious choice. And this wasn't back home; who knew if they might run into some rebel Legions? With a grand wave of his hand, the Angel declared, "I'll take them all!" They gave the dolls every kind of Primarch's face, and even the Emperor wasn't spared.

Watching the sex-swapped Primarch faces get installed on sex-doll robots, Hogg couldn't help thinking that the Angel was the real schemer. He eagerly joined in, adding the face of Malcador, the Emperor's bedside companion, for good measure.

"Heh heh!" ×2

Perhaps because he was away from home, with no social circle around to make him die of embarrassment, the Angel completely let loose. He was nothing like the simpering green tea he'd been before, revealing his scheming nature without restraint.

When brothers worked together, their strength could cut through gold. When it came to mischief, Hogg and the Angel burst with 1.2 million percent enthusiasm. The Angel adjusted the machine's parameters and designed the dolls, while Hogg connected to the hive and produced mind-control Zerg. After three hours, they had jointly molded their first finished product.

As the mold opened, out came a three-meter-tall Roboute Guilliman, with a full chest, long legs, and a shapely rear. She radiated seductive charm and wore blue metal lingerie armor.

Committed to taking their depravity all the