As first-generation transdimensional vanguard, Hogg and Magnus had been the perfect match: one a scholar, the other a warrior, supporting each other through thick and thin. Their story had become a celebrated tale in the Imperium.
Now that they had settled on the precise point in time, the rest was simple: use that miraculous magic circle to travel back 65 million years, find that bastard Tzeentch, beat him to a pulp, and bring him back.
Hearing this straightforward plan, Goda really wanted his boss to kill the blue blob outright. But the facts showed that was impossible. Unless they resorted to divine intervention, the Chaos Gods couldn't be eliminated as long as the Warp existed.
They abandoned wishful thinking and prepared for battle. The three didn't set out right away. Instead, they continued gathering the Dog-men, bringing back every dog whose condition had become unstable and keeping watch over the ones who seemed fine, so none of them would suddenly drop dead in the middle of a fight.
After ten thousand years of development, the Dog-man population had grown to a substantial size. It might not look like much, but it was already the result of Goda, the species' god, vigorously promoting a procreation policy.
The Dog-men had once dominated the Galaxy, standing toe-to-toe with the Old Ones and the C'tan. They were naturally far stronger than ordinary humans, but by nature they loved to slack off. They weren't a race of soldiers; instead, they preferred to find someone powerful to shelter them.
Unlike the Super Doggy of ancient times, the Warp had long since fallen into ruin, and resources were nowhere near as plentiful as they'd been back then. Like the Krork, the Dog-men had fallen into decline. An ordinary Dog-man wasn't all that strong, and at most would