Chapter 587: The Great Rebellion of the Dog Empire IV - Conjugated Father and Son
Silence, only silence. In the crowded Thunder Eagle transport boat, the three of them felt extremely embarrassed.

Magnus's words successfully shut Hogg up, forcing him to cross his arms and put his fingers on his nose to ease the embarrassment, and he did not mention this embarrassing matter again.

Growth comes at a price, and after Magnus became a red-skinned Ogryn, he finally realized the true meaning of this sentence.

Ever since he first saw Hogg, the nickname Redskin Sunburn Ogryn has accompanied Magnus for more than ten thousand years, so much so that people close to him call him that.

Hogg said so, Russ said so, the angels said so too, all the Primarchs called him that when they saw him, even the Emperor and Mara, one called him Red Boy in a vulgar and the other in a friendly way, which made him...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A low whimper was heard, and Magnus's pride was shattered. Even if he had to become a stupid pony, why did he have to become an Ogryn?

It is difficult for a young woman to brag without any basis, and Hogg is not a young woman. He almost broke his teeth trying to hold back his smile, and he had no energy to comfort his "Sabi" brother.

"Hu", he exhaled a breath of foul air. After recalling all the sad things in his life, Hogg still stretched out his hand and placed it on Magnus' shoulder, and gave a look to Gotha next to him.

Magnus, with his shoulders held down, cried even louder, immediately attracting the attention of everyone around him. People were curious about why this red creature was crying.

"Oh, don't worry about him. He just cried because he was excited to hear that he could serve the God-Emperor!" Hogg's response drew unanimous affirmation from others.

Although they were of different races, they shared the same emotions. Seeing this warrior named Magnus crying so heartbreakingly, everyone thought that he was a truly loyal and brave man, otherwise there was no explanation why he would cry so hard.

"With such brave warriors, the empire has nothing to fear. Rebellion will be eliminated. For the emperor!"

"For the emperor!!!"

The soldiers who were infected by the emotions shouted slogans and praised the great emperor together with Hogg. Steve, the supervisor, nodded with satisfaction and marked in the data file:

[Race: Ogryn]

[The visually estimated body size is between 2-3 meters, the physical fitness rating is β+, and the average level is preliminarily estimated to be the Imperial Special Level . The data sample is small and only provides basic reference.

The red individual within the race (marked as No. 1) is quite emotional, highly intelligent, and has a very high level of brain wave activity. Initial detection shows it to be α level, and it is speculated that it has psychic qualities.

A small white-skinned, silver-haired individual (marked as No. 2) has certain leadership abilities. Its statistics are as above, but it does not have any psionic traits. Its physical fitness rating is α+, and its upper limit is unknown.

A medium-sized, hairy individual (labeled as No. 3), with strong empathy, and intelligence that remains to be seen, but according to observation, it has the lowest intelligence rating standard of the Empire. It is speculated that it is a lower-class member of the Ogryn race. 】

After filling in this, Dogman Steve thought for a moment and added a note to the data file:

[Their racial value is extremely high, and they have a natural faith in the God-Emperor. The average IQ is as high as 370. Their home planet Holy Terra can be listed as a key world for the Empire to recruit troops. The tax level is tentatively determined...]

Very satisfied with his observation report, Steve confirmed it and immediately reported it to his 8th Legion Bloodhounds. He also used his authority and with the help of nanorobots, retrieved the coordinates of Holy Terra.

As the report was sent out, Steve waved his hand to signal the onboard AI to start the engine and take this group of recruits to their Eighth Legion ship for basic training.

"I hope they can survive!" Steve closed his eyes and enjoyed this rare rest time in the driver's seat. The Stormbird, an aerospace fighter, flew off the platform and rushed into the starry sky after a short acceleration, aiming directly at the giant battleship above the orbit.

After the fighter was started, Magnus stopped crying and used the Primarch's astronomical telescope-level vision to collect intelligence and deduced that this was that star region.

Unlike Xiao Ma, Hogg was interested in the transport boat under him. With years of experience, he instantly discovered the difference in performance between this fighter and the Imperial Thunder Eagle.

"It's too fast. The acceleration stroke is nearly half as fast as ours, and the keel of the entire machine is made of fine gold."

Knocking on the fuselage with his hand, feeling the design style that was completely different from the Empire's multi-rivet steamed steel and powerful bricks, Hogg realized for the first time what Goda had said before - the dog people were too rich.

Materials like refined gold, due to its extremely excellent physical properties, are generally carefully calculated by the Empire and will never be used in such large quantities on the Thunder Eagle. It's not that it's bad, it's just too wasteful.

The most important thing about military equipment is not its performance, but its cost-effectiveness. This is basically the consensus of all large forces. Even Blackwatch is not rich enough to this extent.

Pure gold is not the ceramic steel that can be found everywhere. In order to recycle this precious material, humans will go to the abandoned space ships to dismantle their homes.

Moreover, according to Hogg's observation, the prototype of the exoskeleton power armor that was previously distributed to him should be the Mark II that was mass-equipped by the dog people before he left. It was even better in comfort and output performance than the Mark X that he improved.

The two brothers looked at each other again, and both felt that this journey was not that simple, and they should not become cannon fodder.

Only Gotha remained the same, his eyes full of nostalgia, pride, and a hint of shame.

"? Why does he look so ashamed?"

Godard hadn't said a word since the meeting, and now he showed such a strange expression, which made Hogg and Magnus wonder if this bastard was hiding something from them.

Without giving Hogg and the others a chance to ask, the transport boat slowed down and docked with a slight shake, next to a giant steel battleship that was 30 kilometers long.

Hogg saw twelve such warships, especially the giant gun barrels that occupied one-sixth of the ship's volume, which made the two of them jealous.

As for those ships that were not much smaller than the Black Light, they were densely packed across half of the starry sky, giving Hogg and his men a little shock.

There were other passengers who had the same expression as the two of them. Whether to show off or to boost morale, Steve spoke up:
"These twelve warships are only the equipment of one battalion of our Eighth Legion. Each legion has eighty such battalions. But as I said before, this powerful force that should have been used to defend the empire is now being used by traitors. Damn Hogg, he is unworthy of the name of the eldest son."

When he came in here, Steve looked excited, and a continuous stream of sacred curse words came out of his dog mouth, directly pointing at the traitor named Hogg.

Perhaps sensing the murderous intent, Gotha, who had been silent all this time, raised his head, and then he saw Hogg staring at him with a fake smile, and even the armrest made of fine gold next to him was crushed by him.

"Boss, no, Master, please listen to my explanation!"

Holding down the Gotha dog's head, Hogg took several deep breaths before he recovered. He continued with a forced smile and said:
"Are you hungry, Magnus? I want to eat dog meat."

(End of this chapter)