Happening upon a Federation Grand Duke through time and space, mastering both magic and martial arts to become invincible, yet giving everything and still failing to win.
Hogg had already decided how he would tell the story when he got back. He would have to portray Sera as an unparalleled powerhouse as strong as the Emperor. Only then would it make sense that he'd been beaten into the ground like a stupid dog.
"I really am a genius. O.0"
"He's a stupid dog! Russ, did you hear that? He was like this back when we met the Old Ones. What, he studied the Eldar Gods alongside them? He was the one being studied! How could I not know? So I'm not some damn cat-fondling boy. You have to believe me!"
At the Institute of Geography, Guilliman sipped soda and watched TV, occasionally chiming in with commentary. Russ couldn't help thinking he was far too long-winded. No wonder he was the cat-fondling boy.
But Russ was a man of dignity. When the time came to humor someone, he could do it. There was no one among the Primarchs better at playing dumb. No one!
"Ah, right, right, you're not some cat-fondling boy. We all know that. But why don't you ask whether anyone else believes you? Come on, brother, there's a statue of you right in front of the Eldar capital's temple. With their long lifespans, maybe they've been praying to you for millions of years. What do you think?
The great Old One, friend of the Old Ones, ancestor of the Brain-Strong Cat, the most miraculous cat in history, incomparable and exceptionally wise, beloved throughout the Galaxy—Lord Cat-lliman.
Tch~"
Guilliman fell silent. He couldn't think of a thing to say. Looking up, he saw that after three years, the once