Chapter 589: The Dog-man Empire's Horus Heresy—Better to Be a Dog Than a God
You closed your eyes, opened them again, and your whole life might have passed you by.
When they'd just gotten off the landing craft, Hogg had still been wondering why they'd been sent to the battlefield after only a week of training. Especially after that lavish dinner they'd had when leaving the Icebreaker—it had been their last meal before the chopping block!
Unlike the Imperium of Man's tactics of teleporting directly onto enemy ships, the Dog-men were tall and strong. Hogg hadn't seen a single Dog-man shorter than himself during the week they'd been traveling here. But in truth, the Dog-man Empire still relied mainly on ranged combat.
Before he'd been tossed down as cannon fodder, Hogg had asked Goda why Khorne was a musclebound brute who loved close combat, while the Dog-man Empire, like the T'au, preferred ranged weapons.
Goda had responded with utter disdain. "Master, have you fried your brain? How can you become the Overlord of the Galaxy if you don't use guns and cannons?"
Besides, the whole point of technological progress was to free up your hands. One shot could shatter half a continent, and you wanted to talk about close combat? They'd be better off using that time to develop an even more badass cannon.
After teaching Goda for half his life, Hogg had ended up being lectured by the dog instead. Still, he had to admit Goda had a point. At this point in time, battleships and heavy artillery were the best there was.
Especially after seeing those colossal warships blast planets to pieces with a single shot, the fear of insufficient firepower buried deep in Hogg's genes had been instantly awakened. He'd been desperate to get up close and