Durian Martial Arts, Bites the Dust.
Tzeentch's miserable state inspired not the slightest pity. Next up was the secret weapon, the Great Durian.
After forty thousand years of evolution, durians had long since disappeared from the human world. To make up for humanity's inability to eat snow in public, Hogg had used gene-modification therapy to recreate this strange fruit by modifying the explosive fruit of a plant native to Catachan.
Its golden-yellow exterior symbolized the Imperium's flourishing prosperity, while its skin covered in spikes perfectly embodied the Imperium's absolute principle of military might above all.
Using the Ork Logic he had just learned, the Emperor's psychic energy rapidly drained away. Then, after Hogg's dog-brain went to work, the durian grew at an insane rate—bigger and bigger! In the blink of an eye, it became an ultimate weapon the size of a Dreadnought.
With a wet squelch! The badly wounded Blue Great Bird let out a pained shriek:
"Ah!! Get it out of me! What have you done to me?"
"Hahaha, you son of a bitch! How do you like that? You dared to ambush me! Khorne, hold him down! I'm going to ram this thing inside him."
Though he inhabited the Emperor's body, Hogg's heart was still Hogg's. With his uniquely twisted imagination, Hogg in his frenzy inspired fear in everyone. Even the mighty Chaos army nearby didn't dare move a muscle. All they could do was watch their own god suffer the ultimate humiliation.
Without the slightest hesitation, Khorne's veins bulged. He drove both pairs of claws deep into Tzeentch's body, steadied him, and charged toward Hogg.
The two Chaos Gods took turns serving one man. Under the pressure of such immense power, the psychic durian sank all the way inside, bursting into sprays of blood. Even Tzeentch, a