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Chapter 150 Do you even know what it means to be the Empire's Number One Good-for-Nothing?

It also experiences extreme heat, resembling an apocalyptic heatwave, extremely close to that of a star. The Earth's crust cracks, and the molten core is exposed to an icy sea, constantly spewing flames and magma. The entire planet is enveloped in sulfurous smoke and intense heat.

Moreover, the ocean is filled with the genetic creations of humanity's golden age, including giant predatory creatures thousands of meters tall and all sorts of strange mythical creatures.

On land, there are also dangerous creatures such as wolves as tall as horses and black bears the size of houses.

Of course, Fenris doesn't have wolves; they are all wolf-like creatures that wander the wilderness after failing to implant the Wolf Spiral. However, before the selection of space wolves began, this joke didn't exist here.

Moreover, because this place is near the Eye of Fear, it is a necessary route for Chaos to invade the Solar Starfield, and therefore has considerable strategic importance.

Of course, the emperor's arrival here at this time was certainly not for just this reason.

More importantly, this planet has one of its sons, the lost Primarch, Primarch Lemanrus, who was brought here by the Erda through a warp storm.

Even the usually expressionless and stoic Old Man Huang couldn't help but smile slightly at the joy of finding another son.

However, to the Emperor's surprise, his son Lemanrus did not immediately believe him. Contrary to the Emperor's expectations, after he revealed his identity, Lemanrus did not immediately acknowledge him as his father and take over the mission of fighting for humanity. The Emperor was somewhat disappointed.

However, when the other party mentioned the three competitions, the Emperor was not nervous at all. He was confident in eating, drinking and fighting. He believed that as the strongest human psionicist and his father, he could easily win all three matches.

At this point, the emperor underestimated the future number one good-for-nothing of the human empire, but that's a story for another time.

At this time, a mountain of roasted meat and wheat cakes, as well as many other meat dishes, were piled up in the center of the palace.

"It's settled then, whoever wins is the boss. The first round is an eating contest, let's begin." Lemanrus said boldly, and then picked up the steak in front of him and started eating.

Seeing this, the emperor also picked up the ribs in front of him and began to slurp them up quickly. After a whirlwind of food, the emperor successfully devoured all three ribs.

Just as he confidently looked up at his son, he was dumbfounded. He saw that Lemanrus, his son, had already devoured three pigs while he had finished eating three ribs.

He was still wolfing down half an ice bear, and the wheat cakes and meat pies on the table had been completely devoured. Lemanrus's stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit.

This outcome left the emperor somewhat speechless for a moment.

In the end, the emperor, who had only eaten three ribs, was defeated.

Lemanrus, seeing the defeated emperor who immediately claimed to be his father, wiped his greasy mouth, patted his round belly, and laughed heartily: "With such a small appetite, you want to be my father? Your appetite is smaller than that of a wolf cub in the snowfield!"

Despite his son's mockery, the emperor, not yet flushed with anger, managed to control his emotions.

Seeing that the emperor remained silent and showed no reaction, Lemanrus also waved his servants over, preparing to begin the second round of the drinking contest.

Soon, the servants brought in more than twenty barrels of Fenris black liquor, which was as thick as tar and had an alcohol content strong enough to intoxicate a fully grown Fenris ice wolf.

The competition started immediately after a short period of digestion.

Lemanrus immediately grabbed the barrels of wine and began to gulp them down. He poured Fenris black wine into his mouth in large gulps, the liquid soaking his animal-hide cloak along his beard. In a short while, he had finished five barrels of Fenris black wine.

These two matches gave Lemanrus a real treat, with plenty of food and drink.

At this moment, the emperor was still elegantly drinking the Fenris black wine in his bowl, but after only three bowls, his face turned red and he could no longer drink.

Leman Russ, on the other hand, simply picked up a barrel in each hand and chugged it down. Soon, Leman Russ had swept away all the stock he had brought.

He even took the barrel of Fenris that was placed in front of the emperor, which had been opened, and drank it all in one gulp.

The emperor finally watched as Lemanrus drank all the remaining wine and had no choice but to admit defeat.

Seeing the emperor, who claimed to be his father and had made him serve him, admit defeat once again, Lemanrus, his face flushed from drinking, laughed and mocked, "You can't eat meat, and you can't drink alcohol. Are you, the Lord of Mankind, just a useless good-for-nothing?"

"With your meager drinking capacity, you think you're worthy to be my father? Admit defeat, acknowledge me as your boss now, and I might even give you a piece of meat."

Hearing his son's mockery, the emperor silently clenched his fists. For a moment, he felt a little red from his son Lemanrus's taunts.

"There's a third round, when does it start?"

The emperor's voice suppressed the warmth of his face, trying to appear as indifferent as possible.

"Haha, you've completely lost in terms of food and drink. Now you still dare to fight me? I can easily crush this pretentious old man like you with one hand!"

Hearing that the Emperor not only refused to admit defeat but also wanted to start a third match, Lemanrus laughed even harder.

In his opinion, this guy who suddenly claimed to be his son and wanted to be his father was too weak. He couldn't even eat or drink properly, let alone fight.

At this moment, Lemanrus was already planning to hold back a bit during the upcoming duel, lest he accidentally get killed by this old guy.

"Okay, let's get started then, right here is fine."

Lemanrus waved his hand, and some servants cleared the area.

"Come on, hurry up, finish this quickly, and then acknowledge me as your boss!" Lemanrus beckoned to the Emperor.

The emperor did not respond.

However, at this moment, the Emperor, who had lost two consecutive matches and was being relentlessly mocked by Lemanrus, was already showing signs of irritation.

It wasn't just about completely reclaiming his own territory; it also involved a bit of personal grudge, though Huang Pizi himself would never admit it.

All of this was in order to completely win back his son.

The emperor abandoned his pretense, shedding his beggar's robes to reveal golden power armor. The psionic pressure emanating from him caused the Fenris warriors in the palace to kneel down.

Lemanrus, however, was not afraid at all. He thought the emperor was just a paper tiger who had been putting on an act. After all, in his opinion, a person who could not eat or drink had no fighting power at all.

He grabbed his battle axe and roared as he charged toward the emperor.

The Emperor, on the other hand, did not use any psionic energy, but instead relied solely on close-combat techniques to fight back.