A Father's Love, A Dutiful Son, Brothers at His Side-They Beat the Emperor Until He Cried Out

As night ended on Prospero, warm sunlight once again shone over a land covered in humanity's creations, like a selfless mother bringing light and warmth to the whole world.

The rising sun shattered the darkness, but it couldn't save the Emperor from his current predicament. He was hanging in the laboratory like a roasted goose, undergoing a brutal beating at the hands of his two rebellious sons.

"Bang!"

The Light of Revelation, bristling with spikes, came crashing down. Compared to the Emperor, his biological father, Lorgar would rather listen to his good big brother. After all, Hogg wouldn't screw him over; he'd only lead his brothers in doing great things. Nothing like the Yellow Weasel, who was unworthy of being a father.

"Talk, you bastard! What have you been doing behind our backs? Why are your genes in Sera? You're getting on in years, but you haven't lost your touch. You sure get around, huh? How can you live with yourself?"

"Big brother, don't waste your breath on him. I've been sick of his guts for ages. We might as well beat him for a day before we talk."

They acted the moment they spoke, giving the Yellow Weasel no chance to react. The two brothers exchanged a glance. One grabbed a hammer and swung, while the other raised his paw and smacked him. Every blow was packed with power, as if their victim were the man who had murdered their father.

Hanging upside down in the room with a ball gag stuffed in his mouth, the Yellow Weasel could only whimper and endure the heartfelt blows of his two dutiful sons.

The bloodthirsty audience gathered around the Dorn-brand TV watched with burning enthusiasm. Guilliman and Russ were the most excited of them all, as if they were right there,