Chaos, Nothing More Than This! (4K)

Whenever and wherever he heard Lemon Big Guy say, "I am Rogal Dorn," Hogg couldn't help laughing. And he wasn't the only one who felt that way.

The Angel might have seemed serious on the surface, but deep down he was a brooding, twisted pervert. After leaving his own world, he'd let loose completely, going from secretly perverted to openly shameless.

Listening to the two of them laugh so wildly, Dorn's huge face flushed red with anger. But what infuriated him even more was Sigismund, the coward. An Imperial Fist would never—and could never—become anyone's prisoner.

Without another word, Dorn drew Storm's Teeth and charged, aiming straight for Sigismund, who was clinging to Hogg's leg with a wretched look on his face.

Seeing his father about to kill him without mercy, the Sword Saint—whose body had been thoroughly infused with Psionic Energy and whose scruples had completely vanished—let out a roar. Instead of resisting, he pulled Hogg in front of himself:

"Daddy, save me!"

The setting might have been wrong, but the password was correct. Hogg's greatest virtue was protecting his own. Just call him father, and without another word, you'd get an immediate taste of Blackwatch-style fatherly love.

Even Guilliman, the weakest in single combat, could attack at a speed invisible to the naked eye in close quarters, let alone Rogal Dorn, who was several times stronger.

But there was always someone stronger. If this had happened to anyone else, Sigismund would have been cut in two and died by the sword.

But this time, perhaps Numerology really did work: the bastard clinging to Hogg's leg wasn't going to die.

In just one nanosecond, Hogg reacted, swinging a claw at Storm's Teeth as it came down toward his leg-hugging ornament.

"Crack, crack." The supposedly unstoppable mono-molecular sawblade was impossibly