Chapter 591: The Great Rebellion of the Dog-Man Empire -A good teacher produces good students.

One arrow pierces the clouds and thousands of troops come to meet it. When you find a dog, it is very likely that it has been surrounded by countless big dogs.

Without any resistance, the three men obediently returned to the surface, and were then surrounded by eight interstellar super dogs. But the good news was that the dogs soon put down their guns, because there was information about Hogg and the other two in the database, and Steve still remembered these three rookies.

The nanobeacons in the bodies of the three were still there, and they were immediately identified as friendly forces. There was no need for the human empire's unique large-scale memory recovery technique, and they were not even interrogated.

Through the power armor on Magnus, Ka'gath Bladefist, the commander of the tactical team, used his authority to call up previous battle footage and sent it to the team members.

As the overlord of the galaxy, the dog-people society has become highly information-based, and methods like the great memory recovery technique are outdated from thousands of years ago.

With the help of military nanorobots, interstellar superdogs no longer have to rely on devouring enemy brain tissue to gain information as they did during the Great Crusade. With just a shot of nanosolvent, they can know everything.

Even though he was just the lowest-level cannon fodder, Kagath still abided by the "Brass Codex" compiled by the great God-Emperor, protecting the basic rights of Hogg and the other two as members of the coalition and not digging into their memories excessively.

When they saw the three rookie recruits named Ogryn from the three races kill five elite non-commissioned officers in less than a second, the team raised their guns again.

"Put down your guns. Who told you to do this? The three of them have made great contributions in killing the rebels. According to the promotion mechanism, they have obtained the same rank as me. In the empire, it is absolutely not allowed to overthrow the superiors."

After being scolded by the captain, all the dogs put down their guns, but secretly, like the captain, they did not let down their guard. Instead, they immediately reported to their superiors and called for reinforcements.

Looking at the three people in front of him, who were of different colors but had the same temperament as the dog-men, Kagath took off his helmet, revealing a weathered dog head studded with five golden nails:
"Don't panic. The empire advocates military merit. With the contributions of the three of you, you will soon be rewarded, or even treated as an example. It is very likely that you will become a real bloodhound.

Let me introduce myself formally. I am the squad leader of the 8th Platoon of the rd Company, Kargath Bladefist, and a member of the Broken Hand Clan, one of the eight royal families of the empire."

A hand covered in power armor stretched out and stopped in front of Hogg, and Hogg shook it happily:
"Arthas Menethil, a passing Ogryn knight! These are my brothers Magnus and Gedda, fighting for the Emperor."

"Fight for the Emperor! Would you three like a drink?"

Friendly communication is a good start. Relying on Steve's acquaintance, Hogg and his two companions quickly became familiar with the group of members and even got three bottles of drinks.

After eight thousand years of rapid development, the customs and habits of the Dog Empire were not particularly different from when he left, but Hogg was still very curious about who they were fighting and why this rebellion occurred.

"Oh, you're talking about that! Although your military rank is not high enough now, it will probably only take ten minutes. I can give you a brief introduction."

Glancing at Gotha who was still silent beside them, Hogg and Magnus came over to hear the opinion of this grassroots officer.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Kael'gath touched his fur that was crushed by his helmet, and revealed a big secret as soon as he opened his mouth:
"I believe the rebellion was inevitable. The Empire has gone astray."

What? Aren't you from the Imperial Army? Why are you saying such traitorous words right away? If it were in the future, you might be taken away by the Inquisition just for this sentence.

However, dog-men are not humans after all. They are much more civilized than the terrifying upright apes. The other soldiers did not refute anything and obviously agreed with the captain's point of view.

Glancing at Gotha again, the two brothers discovered that all the information they knew was Gotha's one-sided statement. Even if Gotha did not lie to them, this guy was the emperor of the empire, which was equivalent to a yellow-skinned man, and their naturally different stances.

Seeing that there was no one around, Kael'gath pointed to the five golden service spikes on his head, and then pointed at himself as the two looked at him in confusion:

"See? A nail takes a thousand years to make. I have fought for the Empire for four thousand years. A veteran like me would be at least a company commander in the rebels, but just a small role in the Empire."

Hearing the sergeant say this, Gotha was stunned for a moment, then silently took a sip of the drink, and sat down on the ground like a frustrated middle-aged man.

"Don't show that expression. I don't think my position is low-ranking. I am very satisfied with my current position. As a non-commissioned officer with super combat power, the treatment I enjoy is no worse than that of a company commander. But some people don't think so."

There is nothing new in the world. Hearing this familiar opening speech, Horus would definitely give a big thumbs up. Just as Hogg speculated, the Dogman Empire mentioned by Kargath was indeed internally divided like humans. With powerful AI technology, the Dogman Empire developed like a rocket, but I don’t know if it was the influence of Hogg and Magnus at the time, the Empire did not vigorously develop Iron Man, and even strictly controlled the authority of intelligent AI, but rushed rapidly in biotechnology.

The powerful biochemical transformation makes every dog ​​as strong as a dragon. Ordinary Space Marines are almost the same as human legion champions. Those with stronger talents can be compared with the Imperial Guards. The most basic ordinary dog ​​soldiers also have the strength comparable to human Space Marines.

After the second evolution, those who are promoted to the path of non-commissioned officers will possess the terrifying physical strength of white-board Guilliman, and with the insane firepower weapons of the Dog-Man Empire, they are no worse than Guilliman.

I'm sorry to use Guilliman as a unit of measurement, but this is the fact. In the unified Ainok Empire, every class and every military branch is one level higher than the human Empire, and the weakest Ainok is comparable to the Space Marines.

Hogg and his men have already witnessed this situation. At this point in time, the galaxy is filled with Primarchs and Emperors. A small encounter can be more brutal than the apocalyptic war in the future.

It can't even be said to be tragic, but the intensity of this war is now seen as just an ordinary battle for the attack and defense of a stronghold, and even the planet was not blown to pieces.

Ka'gath nodded. He could tell that the three were not stupid people who had been brainwashed. He continued:
"I'm glad you have your own subjective will. As the Empire conquers the galaxy, a trend of thought begins to spread within the Legion, the spearhead of the Empire. To put it simply, the new blood thinks, why should we, the superhuman warriors, obey the orders of the old guys?

Obviously we are stronger, obviously we are faster, even the intelligence is different. It is the Legion soldiers who conquer the galaxy, not those stupid lucky ones who are chosen. The old guys will slack off on the battlefield. They don't waste any time and can complete the task efficiently.

The so-called new blood I am talking about is synthetic humans. Since the appearance of synthetic humans, the problem of slow reproduction of dog-men has been solved. Once the assembly line is turned on, countless puppies are born.

But His Majesty never thought of this, he underestimated human nature, perfect dog-men do not exist at all."

Hearing this, Hogg and Magnus looked at Gotha who was drinking the sweet water in big gulps again, as if they saw the shadow of Fulgrim in him.

Since he had nothing to do, Kagath suddenly sighed, took out three more barrels of drinks and handed them over, motioning Hogg and the others to drink and chat while he took off the necklace around his neck and took out a paper cigarette from the little thing.

"Huh! Ahem, never mind, I haven't smoked for years. What was I talking about just now?

Oh yes, conflicts will only get bigger after they arise. As one of the four Primarchs who were completely synthesized using genetic technology, the eldest son Hogg, who was our former Imperial Warmaster, became the real fuse of this rebellion.

As the Son of the God-Emperor and the first of the Perfect Sons developed under the Master Control Protocols four thousand years ago, the Warmaster led our conquest of the galaxy and, like so many of his brothers, brought about a true renaissance for the Imperium.

But four millennium after the completion of the Master Control Agreement, everything changed. Synthetic dog-men occupied the entire empire, and four of the legions were the most serious, and they were also the four most powerful legions of all.

The First Legion Black Watch led by Warmaster Hogg, the Weeping Angels of the Fifth Primarch Maghrabor, the Slayers of the Sixth Primarch Foggerian, and the Purifiers of the Seventh Primarch Lionrus.

As the four primarchs of the new force, they are dissatisfied with the current situation of the empire and want to genetically program all dog-men so that the newborns will be programmed from birth to take on the chosen profession in the selection of the master control protocol.

Soldiers, scholars, politicians, and even civilians are all destined to be unified into a whole under the coordination of intelligent AI. As for those old guys who are behind the times..."

As the last bit of tobacco burned out, veteran Ka'gath ended his narration. As the smoke dissipated, twelve landing craft landed around the team.

The airtight valve opened, and a giant dog four meters tall walked out of the hatch and stood in front of Hogg. After looking at him repeatedly for eight seconds with a curious look, it laughed at Hogg:
"I am the Primarch of the Eighth Legion's Bloodhounds, Brothandel, the Lost Ainokreut Emperor, and the Sigillite Magnus. Welcome, are the drinks good?"

As the words fell, the three men fell to the ground instantly. At the last moment after being knocked unconscious, Hogg used his last bit of strength to point at Kagath who was giving them the sweet drink and cursed:

"You're so, so mean!"

Touching the five service spikes on his head again, the old sergeant didn't care at all and replied in a nostalgic tone:
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I forgot to tell you that a service nail is two thousand years. I am your last batch of students. All is fair in war. Thank you for your teachings."

　I have an upper respiratory tract viral infection. The fever is fine, but the cough is so nauseating that I really can't take it anymore. I can't complete the 6000+ task today. I'm one thousand words short. I'll make up for it later!
　　(There is a blood test report as evidence)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)