Blacklight's warehouse...
Though they were in different eras, they were in the same place. As Hogg entered the chamber hung with legion banners, he was reminded of the past. He recalled the night, ten thousand years ago, when he had first proposed the slogan of Imperium Secundus. Then he kicked the two Robo-Cats in the knees.
"Down on your knees! From today onward, you two are among the Four Heavenly Kings of the Rick Clan. Don't let me down after all the effort and hopes I've invested in you. Understand?"
"Don't worry, boss. My loyalty to you is like a mighty river, flowing on forever and never stopping..."
The light-blue Ankailar spoke with an air of aristocratic grace. His flattery had Hogg grinning from ear to ear. Then Hogg looked over at Zarasusa, who was kneeling on the ground like a lump of lemon.
Having devoted all his time to watching anime, Zarasusa had little education. He regretted not having studied more, but he couldn't come up with any elegant words, so he could only fall back on, "Same here."
The Necron shut-in might not have been well educated, but he wasn't stupid. He immediately spotted Hogg's slip-up.
"Boss, didn't you say we were going to form the Four Heavenly Kings? There are five of us now. Why not kill Trazyn? I've never liked him."
Zarasusa's venomous words drew the attention of the Necron Trio. It was obvious that the leaders had split into two factions. Just as they were about to turn on each other and fight over who would call the shots, Hogg kicked them all to the ground, one by one.
Looking at the five useless lumps huddled in the corner, Hogg gave a cold snort.
"Who says the Four Heavenly Kings can't have five members? The