Chapter 592...Seemingly Seeing an Old Friend

As a true scientific research dog, Hogg can say with great pride that no matter what black technology you have, as long as it does not involve the field of psychic power, let his 24K titanium alloy dog ​​eyes scan it around, and he can copy out a thing with similar performance for you.

The tide of the sea of ​​souls has arrived, and today I know who I am. Hogg, who is known as the fake Ohm Messiah and the small star god, has lived for more than ten thousand years. Even the necromancy technology can produce inferior products, but there is only one thing he does not understand.

That is the anesthetic that represents the highest technological content of Nuxing.

For this thing, all production is done using a prototype similar to the STC, and since it involves psychic powers, Hogg can't understand it at all.

Even if he could replicate a new anesthetic manufacturing machine, Hogg still couldn't understand the specific synthesis process of this anesthetic.

In a word, the value of Nuseri flax medicine continues to rise.

When Hogg woke up, he felt dizzy. It took him a while to regain consciousness. Then, the moment he was fully awake, he immediately touched his butt:
"Phew! Fortunately, it's okay."

"No, I'm not okay!"

A voice came, Hogg turned his head and saw his good brother Magnus sitting at the dining table, with plate after plate of green leaves in front of him.

Zooming out, Hogg discovered that they were locked up in a huge room, or rather, they were placed in a cabin. After all, there would be no luxurious single rooms for prisoners.

"Damn it, why does that sweet water taste so familiar? It turns out that they have seen through our disguise a long time ago. Old Ma, where is that kid Gotha?"

The red-skinned Ogryn, who was called Lao Ma, picked up a piece of grass, and with green juice flowing out of the corner of his mouth, he pointed to the doghouse in the corner:

"Well, the dog is sleeping over there, but I feel like he's pretending to be asleep. How about we take advantage of the fact that no one is around and give this dog a good questioning?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dog-hair Ogryn, who had been curled up in a ball in the corner, came out, stretched out his body in a very appropriate manner, and shouted in a stupid and dumb manner:

"How despicable! How dare they drug us? When I get back, I will definitely grab the puppies from the Blade Fist family and give them a good beating."

Even though he turned into an Ogryn, Gotha still retained his iconic yellow dog ears, and with those black whiskers, he looked quite like a little Baka.

But Gotha's words didn't fool anyone. Hogg grabbed him by the ears and lifted him up. Without thinking twice, he and Magnus beat him up:
"You bastard, you've grown wings, and you dare to lie to me. I don't know how many years a nail has been in service, but you've been the emperor for tens of thousands of years, don't you know? Tell me, what else are you hiding from us?"

After a sharp kick, Magnus also got angry, grabbed Gotha's other dog ear, and asked:
"Don't waste your time talking to him. This bastard has never behaved himself since he came here. He must have something shameful that he doesn't want us to know."

"No! I have lived a clean life. How could I possibly have done something shameful? I'm just a little embarrassed to talk about it!"

Even at this time, Gotha was still trying to fish in troubled waters, but a mocking voice came from outside the door, breaking Gouzi's disguise on the spot.

"He really is too embarrassed to speak. If it were me, I would not tell you two, the founders of the Dog Empire, about the stupid things I have done, right? My dear father!"

Brothandel, wearing a traditional dog-man robe, walked out of the door, accompanied by Kagath, who had drugged and knocked everyone out earlier.

Hogg raised his eyebrows at the four-meter-tall dog in front of him, but before he could get angry, Brot, known as the bloodhound, snapped his fingers and asked the dining cart with a large plate of roasted pork elbow to enter the room, with a bottle of steaming blue cola on it. To be honest, when Brot learned about Hogg and Magnus' identities, he did not act calmly. Instead, he was as happy as a half-ton silly kid and immediately found the preferences of the two from the database.

Nuka-Cola with pork knuckle has always been Hogg's standard breakfast. Although he had never drunk Nuka-Cola, after Kagath's retelling, Blot still asked the dog sage to use concentrated uranium and sparkling water to make this magical drink.

As for the pure green meal on Magnus' plate, it was because the pony from ten thousand years ago was really a horse, and Blott's decision not to find him a few mares to breed with was a well-thought-out result.

Hogg's heart was moved when he smelled the aroma of the big elbow that flowed into his nostrils. However, when he thought about this bastard actually drugging himself, he pointed at his nose and sprayed:
"Bah, in terms of seniority, I am the founder of the country. In terms of seniority, you should call me uncle. I, Hogg, would rather starve to death or jump out of this window than eat a bite of your food."

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"Hey, it smells so good! Come and eat more, little horse. I told you that my nephew wouldn't harm us. Look, this is truly the golden age. Even the meat is chewier than when we had it."

"Yes, yes, it would be nice if it were served with two pieces of burnt bread. This gravy goes really well with rice."

Magnus' wish was soon fulfilled. Less than half a minute after he said it, a team of cooks brought in a basket of freshly baked bread.

Hogg and Magnus enjoyed the meal with crispy bread, roasted pork elbow, and some blue-glowing Nuka-Cola from time to time, but Gotha was not happy.

Especially when Brot was cutting the meat with a knife and fork, his eyes were fixed on Gotha, as if he was looking at some peerless old man.

This strange atmosphere made the two of them feel as if they were in another world. At this moment, just like at that moment, it was as if Goda had become a yellow-skinned man.

He also snatched Magnus's fodder and ate while enjoying the scene of loving father and filial son. However, after the whole meal, he did not see the eight hundred axemen come out to chop Gotha into pieces.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Hogg's nails knocked several holes in the table. Hogg didn't want to wait any longer for this mother-in-law and son, so he asked the real culprit directly:
"Blot, right? Since your uncle Ma and I enjoyed the meal, we won't pursue the matter of you drugging me. Remember to share the recipe with me later.

But can you two stop nagging? You are lucky you are not my son, or I would have broken your legs."

Blot, who was trained by Hogg, did not dare to refute. As the dog-men emperor, Hogg had invisibly acquired the emperor's charm ability, but it was only effective on dogs.

Seeing the emperor and the prime minister watching, Blot stretched out his dog paw, pointed at Gotha who was standing in front of him without saying a word, and sneered:
"Father, you still won't speak? Well, let me tell you what you did.

It was you who betrayed all of us brothers. It was you who threw us into the battlefield as soon as we were born. It was also you who created us, a group of synthetic monsters called Primarchs.

You are a failed father, you are a failed monarch, the great Dogman Empire has cracks in your hands, and will eventually be led into the abyss by you, you are a loser!"

Looking at his young son banging the table and shouting, Godard was speechless, because he knew that Blot was right. If he hadn't insisted on his own way, the empire would not have collapsed so quickly.

"Yeah, I'm a loser."

(End of this chapter)