Khorne's words left Malice and the others dumbfounded, but Hogg's side was even more bewildered.
At first, Hogg and Magnus had both thought this would be a simple mission. Even though this era was bursting with martial prowess, all they had to do was lie low for a while and recover their strength. It shouldn't have been difficult.
Besides, the Dog-man Empire was Hogg and Magnus's home turf. One had led the dogs off their planet and into the stars; the other had educated the masses and shared his knowledge. To put it bluntly, Hogg and Magnus were the Dog-men's Creators.
But the brothers had never imagined that these dogs would dump such a huge mess in their laps. Sure, you were developing intelligent AI—but the Warp was as calm as porridge in a bowl during this era, wholesome and delicious.
The Galaxy's grand stage was nothing like the chaotic mess it would become in the future. Its worlds were rich in resources and as peaceful as storybooks at a kindergarten. They were enough to make Yellow Weasel drool for miles. You dogs were bursting with martial prowess; the least you could do was avoid making trouble for everyone else.
And developing intelligent AI might actually have been a good idea. Without Chaos's corruption, perhaps the Dog-man Empire could have used its powerful computing capabilities to get through the most difficult early stage of expansion quickly.
But you dogs managed to create Tzeentch with your AI. This wasn't merely Abominable Intelligence—it was the great-great-granddaddy of Abominable Intelligence! You'd stuffed firecrackers up a cow's backside and blown the whole thing sky-high! You'd taken one step and already gone the wrong way. That was something else.
Whatever the reason—whether they'd abused genetic technology until they'd turned themselves into humanoid bananas, or the