Chapter 617: People have their limits, and I choose...

If Imperial technology is a pile of shit code filled with countless bugs, then the subspace is a shit-making machine that madly pumps shit into Imperial technology.

After the arrival of Blackwatch, Hogg and his team were not idle. Instead, they analyzed the data terminal containing the technology of the Dog Empire while waiting for Sanguinius to arrive.

From Hogg's perspective, this technological heritage not only contains a large amount of physical technology, but also a lot of content related to psychic knowledge.

In the history of the rise of the Dog Empire, the Dog Sages, headed by Hogg's students, are undoubtedly staunch technological lunatics. The genetic technology inherited from the Supreme Grand Mentor is their forte, and their mechanical creations, represented by practicality, also demonstrate their spiritual ideas passed down from Hogg.

On the other hand, Magnus, the chancellor of the Empire, also handed in his final answer sheet with a group of dogs called Magdogs. This group of dogs was even more powerful than the Empire. With the help of the stable subspace environment, they performed many unique skills that can now be regarded as suicidal.

Only by using history as a mirror can we show our glory!
There is no doubt that the Dog-Man Empire was crossing the river by feeling its way along the Human Empire. On the day of their separation, Hogg and Magnus discussed many development plans, which would last at least 10,000 years.

But the two founding fathers never imagined that the dogs were indeed safe and sound for the first ten thousand years, but ten thousand years later the dogs were in chaos.

Thanks to the fact that Hogg and Magnus were the first to establish the technological foundation, the technology tree of the Dog Empire can be analyzed by the Empire in many aspects.

However, when the research team was analyzing it, a new problem emerged in front of everyone, which greatly reduced the value of this technological heritage and made the Emperor and Dorn doubt their lives.

Looking at the production plan of Jinba Dog in his hand, the Emperor frowned and looked at Hogg who was helpless beside him with an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?"
"Rebellious son, I admit that this special type of soldier called NCOs is extremely powerful. If the Empire had 5000 super soldiers with the combat power of the Primarchs, or even if there were only , I would dare to issue a military order and beat those insects to tears. But tell me what this ridiculous manufacturing cost means?"

Clicking on the manufacturing plan that the Emperor was browsing, Dorn just took a glance at it and quickly closed it. As a civil engineer, he may not have other abilities, but he is extremely sensitive to numbers. The string of zeros on it that requires careful consideration can cause his blood pressure to surge and cause cerebral hemorrhage and death!

"You can't blame me for this. The technological heritage I brought back is the result of thousands of years of hard work by the Dog Empire. It is undoubtedly real, but I didn't say we can afford it."

There was nothing wrong with Hogg's reply, but the problem was that with the Empire's national strength, it was impossible to produce so many super soldiers that were comparable to the blank primarchs. Even if they were produced, the maintenance cost would be an astronomical figure.

We can't even afford to produce dog plasmon, so can we try something else?
The answer is no!
If you carefully browse the technology tree of the Dog Empire, you will find that these dogs are extremely rich and abnormal.

In that period which could be called the golden age, the dog people broke away from the test-taking mentality and resorted to the method of spending money, and managed to create 30,000 original dogs using supplies.

And this group of senior officers called non-commissioned officers, and their interstellar super dogs are no weaklings either. Each of them is at the pinnacle of human space warriors in terms of numerical performance, and is close to the golden corn spirit that would make the Emperor feel heartbroken for a long time if one of them died.

Coupled with the insane scale of the dog people's firepower delivery, this is the real reason why the dogs can become the overlords of the galaxy in a very short time. There is no other reason, just because they are rich!

If this still doesn't directly show how wealthy the Dog Empire is, you can see it from the composition of the basic soldiers.

Every Dogman soldier that joins the battlefield will be genetically modified to match the Astra Militarum's big-headed dogmen. With perfect coordination, it only takes three of them to kill a human Space Marine, and that's a Primaris Space Marine, without any suspense.

And this kind of equipment of the big-headed dog, even if it is the commonly equipped individual plasma rifle, can kill the Empire's Terminator with a single shot when firing at full power, and the armor-piercing property is maximized.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Old Saints who later fought against the Dog People, and even the Necrons under the influence of the Star God, would pursue weapon lethality to the extreme and pay no attention to heavy armor protection.

Because once a war breaks out, the lowest intensity of the war will be close to the current apocalyptic-level war. Under such terrifying density of firepower delivery, any defense will be a joke.

Once again feeling envious of the wealth of the golden race, the Emperor decided that he must go to Rambo's house for meals every day, otherwise he would not be able to sleep or eat.

During the month of waiting for the angel to arrive, Hogg, who was connected to an external brain, took over the high ground and, together with the Emperor, Magnus, and Dorn, carefully sorted out the technological heritage of the Dog Empire. After removing half of the technology trees that were flashy or had good effects but were unaffordable, they also removed half of the technology trees that were extremely dangerous due to the warp. After picking and choosing, patching up, only one-eighth of them could be put into use.

However, this 1/8 cannot be applied mindlessly. It must be improved and localized, and only after repeated experiments can it be equipped in the Empire.

But just this small part of the technology tree that can be put into use is enough to make Emperor Le's teeth grin. Especially the battleship blueprint that embodies the violent aesthetics. Everyone who sees it is so excited that they ignore its astonishing cost, which is at least three times higher than that of the Queen of Glory-class battleship.

Compared with military technology, there are more things that can be used for civilian purposes. After all, it is the nature of dogs to slack off and make their lives more comfortable, which is the lifelong pursuit of all dogs.

Although it is the civilian technology of the Dog Empire, in the eyes of everyone, this content may be the one that brings the greatest benefit to the empire.

Something like a basic survival supplies synthesizer, as long as it is localized and transplanted, can greatly improve the living standards of the people in the empire. At least it can prevent people in the most remote areas from starving to death. If Mortarion saw this, he would probably kowtow on the spot.

This is not a single technological product created by Hogg in a flash of inspiration, but an entire technological tree. It is an answer that has evolved over tens of thousands of years for the dogs, and it is also the final ripple of the Dog Empire's return to him, the Dog Emperor.

Technologies that are too impractical will be sealed, and the four people present will share the technology to ensure that this knowledge will not be lost. When other primarchs arrive, data will also be transferred and stored in nodes in each legion.

After the initial classification, Hogg summoned the Mars Forging General and all the mechanical sages who were authoritative in their respective fields to come to Holy Terra to share the feast.

Amid the thick smoke and electrical sparks that were about to overload the bodies of these mechanics, the great Lord of Black Light, the true Omnissiah, blessed every smart guy and gave away a wave of technological gift packs.

But the stuff is not taken for free. Magnus proposed to build a large library on Mars and Holy Terra, which would not only store all this knowledge for the use of all the wise men, but also any innovator who made a contribution, as long as it was approved, could store your research in the library, list it in the Lingyan Pavilion, and enjoy the worship of all the Mechanicus monks.

Brother Huo is both smart and amazing, Brother Ma is both amazing and smart!
Amidst the praises, Hogg and Magnus, who were of the G generation, were extremely arrogant, saying that if the younger ones worked hard, the big brothers would not treat them unfairly. This caused many red-robed boys to have brain orgasms, and they broke their mechanical arms on the spot to show their loyalty to the two men.

The academic research made everyone extremely excited, but when these oil guys returned with a full load, the Emperor expressed his concern and together with Dorn, he pulled the two smart guys over:

"Are you sure this knowledge won't be contaminated by that jerk Tzeentch?"

The Emperor's worries were no small matter, but the great Batman Hogg had already prepared a plan. He directly called in Leon, the spy chief who specialized in doing black work for Blackwatch, and introduced this good boy to Old Man Huang while hugging him:
"Boy, tell Old Man Huang quickly, let Old Deng know what his good son Guilliman has done behind our backs!"

Without any fear, with the arrogant attitude of every Black Watcher, Leon shook his purple-haired hair and began his investigation report to the emperor:

"Holy Lord, Your Majesty!"

"According to a month-long investigation by the Black Watch's Ninth Company Scouting Company, we have evidence that your Thirteenth Son, His Highness Guilliman, has low moral standards. His ambitions are quite similar to those of his ancestors, and he is now violating the Imperial Truth. He is no longer a human being. According to Imperial law, he will be sentenced to at least three generations of barbarians."

"What?"

The Emperor was stunned when he heard this. Although he knew that the Primarchs were not human, you couldn't say it so blatantly. And the legacy of the ancestors was even more nonsense. Aren't you just scolding me in a roundabout way?
"I don't understand. You might as well put it more bluntly!"

After confirming with Hogg again, Leon nodded and said something that made the Emperor's fist harden:

"Your Majesty, what I meant is that His Highness Guilliman has ascended to cybernetics, and you are pregnant with a son in your old age!"

(End of this chapter)