Chapter 486 Brother, you are awesome!

People can't, or at least shouldn't, there are some things that even demons wouldn't do, not because they can't, but because they think such things are too tasteless.

After all, even the demons in the subspace have their own social circles. As long as they are intelligent creatures, social death is always a depressing thing.

Let’s not talk about what happened before. During his last trip, Guilliman accidentally turned into a fat blue cat. Then his animal nature took over his mind and he fell into the arms of a little female cat. Finally, he achieved the tragic achievement of creating a race.

It would be fine if Guilliman was a scumbag, but he was one of the few honest people with strong morals among the Primarchs. How could he not play dumb when being visited by a group of strong-brained cats?

Some people here may be wondering, aren't they just a group of cats? You, Guilliman, are a powerful family and are known as the Lord of the 500 Worlds of Ultramar. Even if all the smart cats in the galaxy come here, they can't eat you up and make you bankrupt, right?
But the fact is different from what we imagined, because the group of strong-brain cats was designed by Slan based on the cat Liman. They are not ordinary cats at all, but a kind of psychic specialized creatures.

Due to the psychic aptitude of the Strong Brain Cats, they are born with the ability to master many psychic spells. Perhaps they cannot compare with real psychics, and the effects they release are just like some psychic tricks, but at least they are much better than the Blackwatch, which is composed entirely of psychic Muggles.

Among these innate spells, every cat has a basic skill called Psionic Link, which can greatly enhance the mental strength of the psychic and can be regarded as a completely harmless buff. Some smart cats can also communicate through the mind through the link and achieve the effect of speaking human language.

What's even more coincidental is that almost every strong-brain cat is very smart, equivalent to an 8-year-old human child, and can at least count from one to 100, which made the big guy Ogrin next door cry with envy.

As a psychic, using psychic power every day is like being a thief. You have to be sneaky when using your power, for fear that your psychic power will get out of control or attract the attention of demons in the subspace.

At this time, having a cute cat who can share your stress, strengthen your mental strength, and chat with you when you are free is something you would not exchange for any gold!
This is why even in the extremely anti-alien human empire, strong-brain cats are not classified as aliens, because these cats are indeed useful to psychics.

But the group of strong-brained cats in front of Hogg are different. After all, which normal cat would wear clothes and walk on two feet?

Looking at the group of cats waiting for canned food to be distributed next to the Extreme Warriors, Hogg also felt a headache. He picked up a can and took a look, and found that it was actually the Sanniu canned food produced by his own family.

Without Guilliman's explanation, Hogg understood his troubles, because these strong-brain cats were too anthropomorphic, completely different from other strong-brain cats. At first glance, they were the source of evil left by Guilliman.

Thinking about how the joke he made to Guilliman before actually came true, with such a group of cats and cats' descendants coming to recognize them as their relatives, even Hogg would feel his scalp tingling.

"Hogg, you are the one among us brothers who is closest to the aliens. Hurry up and think of a solution for me. If mother finds out, she will definitely kill me."

Perhaps because he had been under too much pressure recently, Guilliman took out a cigarette and squatted on the ground and started smoking, his eyes full of confusion and trouble.

Considering the existence of the subhuman cat people in the empire, and their socially anxious second brother Roland, who has a group of kitten girls under his command, Hogg suggested:

"Why don't we just call them cat people? They're all cats anyway."

Guilliman was not satisfied with Hogg's proposal. He pointed at the strong-brained cat closest to the two of them and said, "Do you think I don't want to? But open your eyes and take a look. They are less than one meter tall at most, and their bodies are covered with cat hair. In addition to being able to walk upright, they are completely like standing cats. The cat-man of my second brother's family is a sub-human after all. Apart from the cat characteristics on their bodies, they are no different from normal people. There is no reproductive isolation, right?
Add to that the negative information that Fugen spread before, and anyone can relate to their origins. I have been ruined by you two in my life."

Let's be clear, under normal circumstances, Hogg would definitely not admit that it was his fault, but this was indeed his fault, so he had no choice but to stay and help him find a solution.

Guilliman's distress did not seem fake, but no matter what he said before, Hogg did not hear from him that he wanted to eliminate the trouble forever. It was obvious that he wanted to save these cats.

Looking at the little cat-man jumping back and forth in front of him, Hogg's brain started spinning, and his amazing wisdom began to overload, and he actually came up with an idea.

He took the pack of cigarettes from Guilliman, pulled out a cigarette and handed it to him, then stuffed the remaining half pack into his pocket. As two columns of smoke rose, Hogg said mysteriously:

"Brother, I have an idea! Do you want to be the emperor?"

He covered Hogg's mouth with his hand, looked around, and found that there was no outsider. Then Guilliman asked in a low voice: "That's not good. Although I founded the Second Empire with the Angels, I had no choice. Now that my father is still alive, how can I take his place? If this gets out, my reputation will be ruined."

"What?"

Hogg thought, I didn't ask you to be the emperor of the empire, why did you think of this? You are really ambitious, why did you, an old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, also rebel?

"Brother, I think you are really hungry! Didn't you see that I stopped saying that Old Man Huang is not fit to be a monarch? Shouldn't I be allowed to be the emperor? It was fine before, but now this position is a cesspool. Isn't it good to be a local emperor in your own territory? It's worth it to suffer that kind of punishment."

“What I mean is, do you want to be the emperor of the Kitten People, just like my Dog People Empire.

According to my analysis, these little cats have great potential. Although they are not as good as the dogs I met before, they are at least the creations of the Old Saints. They only need biological transformation, a second cutting of their gene sequences, and integration into the manufacturing technology of Space Marines...blah blah blah, anyway, I am fully capable of creating a batch of super blue cats for you."

Hearing this, Guilliman felt a little dizzy. He couldn't understand what Hogg meant, so he had to ask again: "You might as well explain it more clearly."

"I say, Regent Ji, it's a good idea. It's hard to talk to a form of Ogryn like you. Do you understand the Little Cat People Empire? It's just like the Dog People."

Guilliman didn't understand a word of the professional biological knowledge, but he remembered the last sentence. He hugged Hogg's thigh and said flatteringly:

"Brother you are awesome! I want that."

(End of this chapter)