Chapter 543: No! My Sofa!
Karamazov certainly wasn't Prince of Crows Sevatar. He was merely a somewhat famous old Inquisitor, and in Hogg's eyes, his fame was practically synonymous with being a lunatic.
As for why Karamazov had said that, the reason was even more ridiculous. It turned out Sevatar hadn't said those words in this world. Dante of the Blood Angels had.
Just as Guilliman had been turned into a cream puff and Horus was the real Wolf-Herder God, the Blood Angels—whose entire Legion had nearly fallen—had produced Dante, the very embodiment of goodness and beauty. He was still active in the Imperium to this day.
But compared to Sevatar, Dante was still going strong in his old age. He'd worked overtime for a full ten thousand years, and the Galaxy's five great Chaos Gods had watched his thrilling livestream for all ten thousand of them. He couldn't even die.
As for why the old Inquisitor had said this famous line, after Hogg handed him a cigarette, he exhaled a smoke ring with a carefree flourish and said:
"Because I'm cool!"
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With the commander-in-chief surrendering, the ground battle on Alicia came to an end. The Imperial Navy in orbit saw that even the commander-in-chief had given up and, on orders from their own commanders, ceased fire as well.
The reason those Legion Commanders had given such orders was all thanks to Omegon, the master of intelligence. She had led the Hydra in disguise, infiltrating the ranks and replacing key officers in critical positions.
Unlike these local forces, however, the space forces directly under the Lord Council refused to surrender. Instead, they fought to the bitter end and were eventually driven back into the Solar Segmentum.
The struggle for their old homes had come to an end. Bjorn and