To be honest, Hogg had thought the Emperor was already a complete bastard, but he hadn't expected him to be this despicable, leaving Ferrus in the lurch for a full 6,700 years.
When Hogg learned that Ferrus had endured more than 6,000 years of pressure, he immediately thought of his own experience bearing Slaanesh's pressure for the Imperium for ten thousand years. The details were different, but both of them had served the Imperium, and he felt a sense of kinship with Ferrus.
The Three Heroes of the Crusade truly lived up to their name. Compared to Ferrus, the Ultimate Stress-Resistance King, Rogal Dorn was a complete weakling. No wonder he was like a Tom, with his head full of thoughts like, "Pepe, love me one more time."
But Ferrus wasn't Hogg, and couldn't bring himself to commit the patricidal act of killing his father. Meanwhile, that damned Emperor had questionable morals and had actually used his new skin to act coquettish toward his favorite son. One "Darling, I was wrong" nearly made Hogg throw up.
But, all jokes aside, the Yellow Weasel succubus really was devastating. After his Longchang Enlightenment, Witchcraft Bacon had left Old Man Yellow ten thousand years behind. As for the price, it was probably the complete destruction of his dignity.
Insane. This was completely insane. Hogg didn't even dare imagine what the future of this world would look like. Could it be that they were about to see...
[No, Hogg, you can't keep thinking about this. Damn imagination, stop right now! I don't want to see that scene!]
For the first time, Hogg felt tormented by his extraordinary imagination. His brain felt as if it were about to be contaminated, so he shoved a claw straight into his skull. Blood splattered all over everyone, and