Big Brother's warning had been useful, but Hogg had no time to go looking for his troublesome rebellious son.
The Emperor's flight had far-reaching consequences, but Malcador was an even bigger problem. Old Man Yellow was just a meat weapon who lived off others and waited to die, but Malcador was different. He was the real Sigillite.
Without Malcador holding down the fort, they would have to keep several Primarchs on Terra. And without the Emperor, the Imperium's strongest force, Hogg glanced up at Malice, who was sprawled across the Golden Throne, and couldn't help sighing.
"Looks like we'll have to leave two more behind. This idiot would count the money for someone who'd just sold him."
Perhaps she sensed what Hogg's gaze implied. Malice spread her little hands and huffed, "What's with that look? Why are you acting like I'm some idiot who'd get sold and then count the money for the person who sold me? Can't you have a little faith in me?"
At that, Magnus and Perturabo, who were both part of the R&D Task Force, couldn't help sighing. Malice was wonderful in every way. She was a gentle mother who could play alongside her children. It was just that she wasn't very bright.
Then Perturabo suddenly realized there was a question everyone had overlooked. He pulled the other two toward a corner.
"Hogg, Little Pony, what if Malice sits on the Golden Throne? When the Imperium's people pray to the God-Emperor, could they end up like those believers Malice tricked into their deaths, leaving their families ruined?"
"I don't know, but I think it's very possible."
No one could say for sure whether Perturabo's fears would come true, but all three of them instinctively felt they would. If so, they would have to scrap the modification