Chapter 586: The Great Rebellion of the Dog Empire III
Cold, shaking...

With a strange vibration, Hogg opened his eyes, and then heard a voice in his ear:
"Yes, you are the most qualified one among this group, much better than that red-skinned barbarian just now. Hurry up and go to the quartermaster to get your equipment, rookies."

Looking at the big dog in front of him, talking to himself, wearing a blood-red power armor, and the dog-like servitor next to him, which was quite characteristic of the Empire, Hogg was a little confused about the current situation. Shouldn't he be in the shuttle cabin? How did he end up in this damn place?

But Hogg did not say anything, but obeyed the order of the dog soldier very honestly. Under the red laser scan of the dog robot's eyes, he received his identity QR code, number 2234.

The moment he reacted, Hogg also discovered the strangeness of his body, especially the short but unusually strong arm, which was completely different from the dog's paw he was familiar with.

As the strange creatures around him woke up one after another, Hogg finally realized that he was in a conscription world called Gors III, and that they, a vassal race under the Dog-Man Empire, were being conscripted as local taxes.

Hogg had a headache. Ever since he woke up, he felt very weak, as if he was sealed. He couldn't use his psionic energy at all. Even the power of the Star God that had been able to improve his strength in the past seemed to have completely disappeared.

With his high-dimensional characteristics, Hogg would never die, but when he left the space-time tunnel, he did feel a consciousness smirking in his ear.

Let's get rid of that waste Tzeentch first. Even though he is an evil god, he doesn't have the ability to distort himself, so there is only one answer, it must be the will of the warp that dislikes him.

Perhaps noticing that Hogg was in poor condition, the super dog very kindly threw him a bandage and motioned Hogg to wrap it around his head.

When Hogg tied this strange bandage on his head, a cool feeling suddenly flowed down from his head, eliminating the fatigue in his body. The QR code pattern that had just been burned by the laser also scabbed over instantly, and it returned to its original state while retaining the mark.

[Nano robots? Or some weird biomedical technology?]

Before Hogg could continue to explore the mystery of the bandage, the big dog took the bandage back, folded it, and finally inserted it into the groove on his waist, as if charging the device.

But what surprised Hogg even more was the strange race in the same cabin as him, some with long shells, claws, seven eyes and three ears, fully demonstrating the diversity of biological species. Hogg even saw a giant chicken-leg mushroom drinking water nearby, which made him hungry.

As the crowd woke up one after another, with the inaudible sound of mechanical transmission, the door next door opened, and a small dog-man in uniform sat at the front desk, writing a document on a data pad. Hogg, who was fluent in dog-man language, also recognized her name from the small nameplate next to her: Quartermaster Bettina Dogfang.

There was no panic at all, as if they were used to it. After seeing the quartermaster, the crowd spontaneously lined up according to their body size, preparing to go forward to receive equipment. Hogg was unexpectedly placed at the front, and at the front was the oversized Chicken Leg Mushroom.

Taking advantage of this free time, Hogg began to check himself. Fortunately, his flesh and blood, which was his initial ability, was still there. Even though it was severely weakened, he was still a strong man with physical fitness comparable to the original body.

But after a thorough self-examination, Hogg discovered a sad fact, that is, he had turned into a white-haired Ogryn.

With the help of the smooth wall next to him, Hogg saw his current appearance. Except that he was more slender than an ordinary Ogryn, he looked almost exactly the same. And Hogg dared to guarantee with his many years of experience as a doctor that this was an Ogryn.

Fortunately, even though he became an Ogryn, Hogg still kept his cool hairstyle, and with that chic long straight white hair, he had a wild and carefree beauty. "Hey! What are you looking at? It's your turn, come over and get your equipment."

"Oh, okay."

Hogg hurried forward and stood on a metal platform. As the QR code on his arm was scanned again, a set of green exoskeleton armor that fit his body shape was installed on his body through the mechanical arm.

There was a brief tingling sensation, and Hogg felt something inserted into his body through the armor and connected to his nerve signals.

"Let me see, Hogmenethil, you should change your name. Since your number is 2234, then call yourself Arthas! You will thank me later.

Your race is Ogryn, and the latest registration date is three hours ago. It seems that you are a new race on a wild planet. In this case, I will group you with your other two compatriots."

As if it had its own consciousness, after receiving the order from the quartermaster, the power armor on Hogg moved on its own, walked into a long and narrow corridor, and came to the giant square outside.

The dazzling sunlight shone in, and Hogg subconsciously blocked his eyes. Then he found that this place was actually a giant dock, with countless small troop transport ships gathered here, collecting strange soldiers like him who had just been assigned.

According to Hogg's super brain, at least 300 million people were moving on this giant platform, but there was no disorder. Everything was in order, achieving a perfect balance between the flow of people, which perfectly refuted the fallacy that Gotha and the Dog Empire's AI technology had only made a slight breakthrough.

Following the guidance of the armor, Hogg walked through the crowd and came to a replica of the Thunderhawk that looked quite familiar. He was taken in by a dog-man soldier with a husky head.

After looking Hogg up and down, the Dogman Space Marine nodded, patted Hogg's sturdy arm, and said with satisfaction:
"Yes, I can see that you are a good candidate for being a firepower person. Your short stature can reduce the area exposed to the enemy, which makes you the most suitable for moving around in the trenches. Come in, you will be my, Steve Seven's, subordinate from now on."

Seeing Hogg walk into the transport boat, Steve, who had just praised Hogg as a good fighter, added:
"This kid doesn't look very smart. He is indeed a good material for cannon fodder! I hope he survives."

The Thunder Eagle had a lot of space, but Hogg immediately saw the two teammates who had also turned into Ogryns huddled in the corner. After all, Ogryns with red sunburn were too rare, and the hairy Ogryn next to him with fine spotted fur, pretending to be dead like a cow, must be his big dog Gotha.

As the clear electronic sound rang out, the three people who were looking at each other fell silent. Or rather, it looked weird, the three Ogryns who were looking at each other fell silent.

Taking advantage of the giant chicken leg mushroom that was also assigned to the same group, Hogg was the first to ask:
"Magnus, is there a possibility?"

"Don't, don't ask. It's impossible. I admit that I am an idiot."

(End of this chapter)