Chapter 593…The cruel work done by the dog man
In the subspace, time is not linear. Just as its name suggests, the sea of ​​souls is unpredictable and uncontrollable. Invisible chaos is its ultimate essence.

As a dark line spanning 6500 million years, the teleportation array created by Magnus made use of the characteristics of the subspace, using Hogg's unchangeable reality as an anchor point to create history and the future.

Perhaps of all the Emperor's children, Magnus truly deserves the title of Red King and the astonishing wisdom he claims to possess.

In the time tunnel, the Four Gods Squad is still tracking down the whereabouts of Tzeentch.

As fellow Chaos Gods, the team was unable to accurately lock onto Tzeentch's position. They switched from automatic to manual gear and could only conduct little probing.

At every certain point in time, Khorne would stick his dog head out of the window and use his magical Nose of Khorne to sniff out traces of Tzeentch, completely living up to his dog-headed image.

As for the other three groups of gods, they were not idle either. When the dog-headed man used his nose to track, they also used their own powers to search and distinguish the differences at each time node.

According to Khorne, as the time node got closer to the War in Heaven, the smell of Tzeentch became stronger, but when he was about to catch the bastard, the smell of Tzeentch suddenly dissipated and spread throughout the area.

Pulling a dog head out of the porthole, Khorne returned to his brass-decorated chair, tore open a can of Sanniu with his claws and poured it directly into his mouth, swallowing it with the iron skin and meat, and said vaguely:

"That's not right, brothers. If we go any further, we will reach the War in Heaven. I don't believe that useless Tzeentch has the guts to go over there and cause trouble. If he is caught by the Old Saints or the Star Gods, he will never be able to say for the rest of his life that everything was planned."

A small head, a big question mark. As long as reason exists, it can't be real chaos. The three gods agreed with the dog-headed man's statement, but the fact is that they can't find the exact location of Tzeentch at all. If they search upwards, it will definitely attract the attention of those big toads, and their stubbornness will end up blocking both ends.

Forget about the nonsense about transcending time. This thing is simply a joke to the subspace administrators like the Ancient Saints. So what if it's an evil god? Would he dive in and deliver food to people?
Not to mention that there are groups of complete star gods over there. The Outer Ones have been squatting on the edge of the Milky Way for so long, and no evil god dares to cause trouble. Even the most jumpy Tzeentch will subconsciously ignore this horrible monster. After all, if you really attract this group of super ancient remnants, you will have to kneel even if you are an evil god!

After a long search, Mara has completely integrated into this small circle. And because of her son's status as a mother and Hogg's secret relationship with the four vendors, she has gained a certain say in this small group of gods.

Since their inception, the four vendors have disliked each other. They fight among themselves more fiercely than anyone else and it is impossible for them to cooperate. Now they finally have a middleman who has nothing to do with any of them. It is better to listen to Mara than to the other two idiots talking nonsense.

At the level of the evil god, ordinary conspiracies and tricks are meaningless. What matters is all kinds of weird things, or even the so-called level of coolness in a one-sided sense.

It's like you are a chess piece launched by a game company. The more popular you are and the better your sales are, the more power you have. Even if you do nothing and just sit there, there will be great scholars writing books for you.

It has to be said that in this regard, the evil gods may indeed see things more clearly than mortals, and the only one in the Empire who has touched upon this edge may be Guilliman, but Mala is not Guilliman.

Returning to the card table again, Mara curled his lips, looking at the three unreliable teammates with regret in his heart. On the left was Slaanesh, who was useless and became more and more excited the more he was beaten. In front was the fat Nurgle who just squatted there and was despised by everyone. Even Khorne on the right was a foodie who stuffed cans into his mouth. He couldn't understand why Hogg stuffed so many cans into the shuttle bay.

Only Mara and the Kobold knew that Hogg and the other two had left, or rather, the teleportation array had already made that known. Since they were all alive and well now, it proved that Hogg's troubles would not affect them. The Four Gods did not care about this at all, and they would even stay quiet for a while every time Hogg left to feel if there were any special changes in themselves.

There was no risk of searching again. Compared to the kobolds, the Fat Nurgle, who was more proficient in psychic powers, said it would be dangerous to go up further. It would be better for everyone to take a long-term view and discuss what to do next.

At this time, Slaanesh, who had been silently feverish, directed the question to Khorne, who was most affected. After all, the changes of the Kobolds were obvious to all. Since they started searching, there would be small changes every once in a while. They were also very curious why the Kobolds kept saying "I am a fool". The Kobolds who were being watched by three gazes did not escape. In contrast to the timid Gotha, they happily told a story:
"You three shouldn't look at me like that. Without the Dog-Man Empire, you wouldn't even be able to be born, especially you fat guy. I doubt that without the Dog-Man Expedition, you and that rubbish wouldn't be able to be born. I won't go into the details, but my native race is the most awesome among us.

I don't need to explain how the gods were born. You can see for yourself that without the destruction of a powerful race, the subspace cannot be disturbed at all. But I am different. I really wanted the dog people to establish an eternal empire. "

Seeing that everyone was looking at him again, Slaanesh said, "Why are you all looking at me? I didn't let the Eldar fall into hedonism and depravity. They did it themselves. Even if I am not born, something else will be born."

Although the evil god has the charm of a linear equation, Khorne and Gotha were both split from the original dog, which means that the dog who caused everything in the beginning has both the warlike side of Khorne and the cowardly side of Gotha.

Knocking on the table to attract the attention of his teammates, the dog-headed man said that he had made a mistake in order to build the Eternal Empire, or it could be said that it was a common characteristic of all kings - arrogance!
"You won't understand even if I tell you country bumpkins. In this regard, I actually have a common language with the cursed. In order to ensure the smooth progress of the Great Crusade, I have built the Dog Empire into a true war machine under the coordination of the AI.

Don't look at me with those strange eyes. Although I have forgotten everything now, before I died, I possessed truly amazing wisdom.

There is no so-called mental exhaustion. From birth, every dog ​​person will be arranged on a certain path, and the entire society operates like a precision machine.

Backward reproduction has been abolished, inefficient childbearing methods have been improved, as long as a copy of the genetic code of both parties is provided and improved through a master control protocol that is constantly self-optimizing, one can create one's own perfect offspring as required, and that is a synthetic human.

Since the emergence of synthetic humans, the problem of the small number of dog people has been solved. In addition, they will not slack off like ordinary dog ​​people. The gene of pursuing efficiency is written into their instincts. The dog empire has directly killed its way through the entire galaxy and even outside the Milky Way. There are even our colonies in the subspace. "

"and then?"

Mara was very curious about what happened next, because she had heard Hogg tell the story of the Great Dog Crusade, so she wanted to know what happened to the Dog Empire after the two left.

After a pause, Goda and Khorne on the Death Stranding said at the same time:
"Then the synthetics discovered that the naturals were a burden to the empire, and they believed that the synthetics were the real dogs. The naturals, who made up 60 percent of the empire, were the ones that needed to be optimized."

Hearing this, Hogg finally understood the reason for the decline of the dog people, but he still felt something was wrong:
"I remember before I left, the Empire had many allies. Where are they?"

Gotha was silent, and Blott spoke up: "What kind of allies are they? Aren't they just cannon fodder to fill the gap? This is what you call a treat, a beheading, or a dog!"

Good Lord, no wonder they were thrown into the battlefield as cannon fodder as soon as they arrived, it turns out this is how you guys use your allies!
"Alright, alright, those who are not of our race must have different hearts, so I'll kill them. But don't you have an AI called the Master Control Protocol? How can you rebel with this thing?"

Hearing Hogg's question, Gotha lowered his head even lower, and Blot slammed his fist on the table, cursing Gotha as an idiot for going against his ancestors' teachings and handing everything over to the management of an abominable intelligence.

Looking at his furious offspring, Goda finally nodded and revealed a shocking secret:
"I have figured it out now. The master control agreement is Tzeentch."

"Ah! What did you say?"

(End of this chapter)