526. Ah! You Want Me to Fight Guilliman?

"What! You want me to fight Guilliman?"

In the end, Omega still avoided getting ravaged. If Hogg had gone through with it, there would have been no going back. Even Dorn, emotionally volatile and stubborn as he was, wasn't stupid enough to go that far.

An hour later, Hogg looked at the spy Ogryn curled up on the sofa and began to have his doubts. Could it really be true, as he claimed, that he'd come here for such a ridiculous reason?

But while the death penalty could be spared, punishment was inevitable. Hogg would never allow such an unstable element to remain. Since he couldn't get anything useful out of him, he immediately decided to lock him up.

But the Angel, who had been silent beside him, suddenly spoke:

"Oh, come on! It'd be such a waste to let him off that easily. Wasn't Alpha the one who first snuck aboard your Blacklight? Why did you turn Alpha into a leather-clad mature woman but let this bald kid off? This is outrageous! You're blatantly discriminating!"

That punch carried a thousand years' worth of power. Hogg really couldn't take it. Even the Yellow Rat would have been ashamed before such a world-shaking technique. It was as if the will of the universe itself had manifested.

Omega, curled up on the sofa, couldn't take it even more. Hogg orally violated him right there, ramming a thick, enormous flesh tentacle into him.

"W-wah! Ugh! Damn it, what did you do to me?"

Feeling his body change, Omega was terrified. An image involuntarily surfaced in his mind: a tall figure dressed in black leather. It seemed this was the inescapable fate of a spy Ogryn like him.

But Hogg was no longer the kid who needed half a year to digest a single