The Grand Birthday Celebration Begins!

Chapter 503: The Grand Birthday Celebration Begins!

As for whether Hogg was an expensive adoptive father, he was outrageously expensive. In just eight days, he had achieved what Rogal Dorn hadn't managed in ten thousand years: slaughtering nearly half of the Imperial Fists.

Even with Sanguinius involved, it was still a tragedy on the scale of the Isstvan Massacre. Yet, against all expectations, the Lemon Cans, who should have shared a burning hatred of Hogg and seen him as their mortal enemy, held no grudge. This struck Dorn as deeply bizarre.

"What are you talking about? He killed half your brothers! Compared to that, our feud with the Iron Warriors is nothing. And besides, I wasn't lying to you just now. Pert..."

"Shh! Don't say any more, Dorn. What's the point of bringing up unpleasant things? They can't hear what you're saying!"

With a sharp snap of his fingers, Hogg's words slammed into Dorn's mind like a hammer. Then Dorn witnessed a scene that nearly drove him mad.

After Hogg snapped his fingers, the Imperial Fists, who had been in an uproar, stood frozen in place. Then, like puppets, they slowly drifted back to their assigned posts. Most bizarre of all, they walked backward!

Their surging anger had vanished without a trace. The eerie sight made Dorn remember Hogg's earlier words: "I'm confiscating your Legion." So he really hadn't been lying.

A pair of hands clapped down on his shoulders. Dorn looked up to see Hogg, grinning wickedly. The madness in his eyes was undisguised, reminding Dorn of his brother, Corvus Corax.

His Legion had rebelled, his flagship had been seized, and then he'd been publicly humiliated as Hogg dug up his little secrets. Dorn really couldn't take any more. He slumped to the ground like a lump of mud