Chapter 597: Solid as a Rock, Rogal Dorn

No one knows the wailing of the final agreement, but as a collective consciousness, he is indeed miserable, having met the unlucky boss Hogg.

After telling everyone what they saw, the four big dogs unanimously said that this was their big brother Hogmenethil, the leader of the rebellion that tore apart half of the Dogman Empire.

I have to say, when Hogg saw the dog Hogg, it was a sight that lasted for a lifetime, as if he was looking in a mirror, as if the person in front of him was even more unscrupulous than himself, and had all the shortcomings of the original beings.

Perturabo's stubbornness, Jonson's barbarity, Fulgrim's narcissism, Magnus's arrogance, and you can even see the same Oedipus complex hidden beneath the surface, just like Horus.

Turning his gaze to Gotha who was pretending to be dead again, Hogg sighed deeply. After so many years of being stubborn, he finally realized that his education level was not that good:
"Dog, for raising such an outstanding eldest son, the Emperor is better than three Lady Eutons."

Gotha had nothing to say. He didn't have much to say. He said that I had taught them the same way you taught me.

Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. After hearing Gotha say that the reason he was beaten whenever he met someone since he was a child was because the Emperor had taught his father that, the four Primarchs all took a step back with unfriendly expressions.

"You're talking nonsense! When did I beat you up every day? It was me who taught you at 135, Magnus at 246, and I gave you a day off to recover from your injuries on the last day. Even though we were just a bunch of dogs and a bunch of horses, we couldn't break the oily skin on your body even if we beat you up all day."

Pushing aside Hogg who was still trying to make sense, Magnus finally understood that all this was caused by the incompetent King Gotha. He should have just been a decent king, but he insisted on starting a business. He was not afraid of the rich second generation ruining the family, but was afraid that they would have their own ideas.

"Snap! Snap!" Two crisp sounds were heard, and Hogg and Magnus pulled out their belts at the same time, kicked the four big dogs out of the door, and made up for Gotha's family rules that came 6500 million years late.

Thanks to the excellent sealing, the wailing in the room was not heard loudly, but the four big dogs, who had their ears pressed tightly against the door, all heard the sounds of chopping wood and stewing meat inside.

There is a reason why grandparents are closer than their grandparents. Seeing Lao Deng being beaten by Lao Lao Deng, the four primarchs were secretly delighted. When they saw that there was no one around, they laughed out loud.

Half an hour later, several people gathered together again to plan the next solution. According to the confessions of the five dogs, the image of the rebels was gradually improved. In short, this great rebellion of the Dog Empire was entirely a dispute of ideas.

The Imperial Army believes that synths must be eliminated. Apart from having the same genes, they are completely cold-blooded machines in dog-man fur. The rebels believe that if the Empire wants to be great, these old antiques that cannot keep up with the times must be replaced.

But this is not the point. The purpose of Hogg and his men coming here is to bring Tzeentch back. The rebels will definitely fail because history has been formed. At least the three evil gods have anchored this fact, which is absolutely impossible to change.

Seeing that the three fathers kept silent, the dogs seemed to have figured something out and changed the subject directly, talking about how to deal with the waste Tzeentch.

But the dogs' transformation was so abrupt that Hogg could not ignore their eager expressions. After exchanging glances with Magnus and Gotha for a while, it was finally Hogg, the black household, who spoke:

"Don't think too much. The kingship is not eternal, but I can guarantee that the dog people will not become extinct. In the future, you will have an uncle who will take care of the dog people. I can't imagine any foolish person who would cause trouble."

In order to prove that what he said was true, Hogg mobilized the power of the Star God, opened the pocket dimension with great effort, and took out the photo album that he was proud of.

Looking at the Dog-Man village located under the Alicia World Tree, looking at the Dog-Man warrior wearing golden armor standing next to a golden giant, looking at the Dog-Man race that has returned to its essence and has completely taken root in another empire, especially the planet that was chopped up by a sword, the four Primarchs let go of the last bit of their worries.

"Thank you for your guidance, Your Majesty. We have nothing to say now. Since that bastard dared to disturb the future peace of the dog people, don't worry, even if it means blowing up the entire galaxy, we will crush him to death in a puddle."

"No, no, no, please give me some peace of mind! The Milky Way is already unlucky enough, it's burning every other day and now it's going to be blown up by you. Being honest is better than anything else. I already have a definite solution. By the way, do you still have the sleeping tea you drank before?" Hogg's request was quickly met. Kagath brought over three full barrels of anesthetics, but they didn't understand what Hogg was doing with this stuff. Only Magnus, who also had a wild imagination, saw through everything.

In order to ensure his consciousness, Hogg only took two milliliters of the dose, mixed it with Magnus's psychic-rich blood, and directly injected it into his arm.

Magnus also pushed everyone and used psychic sparks to carve a magic circle on the deck. When Hogg began to feel sleepy, he placed him in the center of the magic circle to guide the Dream Walker who had been used as a backup.

As consciousness gradually subsided, the fog spread from the magic circle to the entire room, and passed through the Sea of ​​Souls. It used Hogg's high-dimensional characteristics as an anchor to stabilize the passage and lead in Rogal Dorn, who had been prepared for a long time.

Relying on Rogdorn's ability, Hogg contacted his hometown in a dimension spanning 6500 million years, and saw the emperor guarding deep in the underground palace:

"Old man Huang, do you still remember that you destroyed the ancient saint's legacy with your own hands?"

Hearing this, the emperor's face instantly turned black. He had almost forgotten about this matter, but after Hogg's reminder, he remembered this sad past again. His intestines began to turn green and bitter again, and he wanted to slap himself twice.

"Don't talk nonsense. Tell me what you want to say. Don is not you. He can't handle long-term communication."

"Okay, let me make it short. The three of us are now in the Dog Empire. The dogs are almost dominating the galaxy. Although their technology tree is a mess, as long as we bring back the results, the success rate of our counterattack on the dark side will be greatly improved.

But the problem now is that my power has been suppressed. If I want to recover to my full form, I have to wait at least 20 years. Judging from the way the dogs are about to die, I can't wait that long. So send me my head quickly."

After Hogg said this, Dorn couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up from the sofa next to him. The real-time call just now had made him exhausted, as if he had been chopping demons for 200 years.

But before Dorn could recover, a pair of big hands pressed down on his head. It was the emperor with red eyes and bared teeth:

"Dorn! Now I have a mission for you. Go and bring back Hogg's head who is hiding in the lower level of the hive cosplaying as Batman. We must go to support your brother."

"But father, I'm so tired now! Can't you let me have a glass of lemonade first?"

"Don, I have always believed that you are my proudest offspring. Only you can accomplish this mission. Even the future revival of the human empire depends on whether you can take on the responsibility. You are the greatest architect of the empire! You..."

"Stop talking!" Dorn's shout startled the emperor, making him wonder if he was pushing him too hard. At worst, he could just let him take a break. Safety in production was the most important thing. But soon, he realized that he was overthinking.

Dorne, who was exhausted just now, recovered instantly. Even the white hair on his head stood up. He walked out with the blanket on his body and a wild look on his face. Before leaving, he turned back and said to the emperor:
"I am Rogal Dorn!!"

Emperor: (￣m￣)
　No, today's task is completed. There is no nurse sister, and she was replaced by an auntie. When I was giving the injection, the auntie said, "You are so weak, young man."

　　No sadness or joy

　　
　
(End of this chapter)