Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 193 The Ancient Visitor, Part 3
The addition of the Eldar Legion threw both the Imperials and the Chaos minions into chaos, but Taylor was still one of the first officers to react.

He asked his soldiers to be wary of aliens from ancient civilizations, just as they would be against greenskins or other creatures.

But obviously, Taylor didn't want to create a new enemy, so he was just being cautious.

Little did he know that his observation attitude saved the empire from catastrophic destruction.

As those strange races riding white hoverbikes came, they bypassed the Imperial army, their vehicles glided through the air, and turned into the battle line, shooting at the Chaos Space Marines who were ready to move.

The star weapons and the heavy D-cannons that were ready to fire instantly tore through the armor of the Space Marines, and the screaming melee warriors approached Chaos like crazy servants.

Howling Banshees leap from hovercrafts, swiftly harvesting the lives of Chaos traitors with piercing psychic screams and sharp monomolecular knives.

The Empire is now in chaos. Firstly, the Webway is still continuously spitting out the Eldar, and secondly, they don't know what they should do.

But Taylor soon realized that the Eldar had no ill will towards them, and he told this news to his compatriots, whether they were Space Marines or Knight pilots, through the internal radio.

Although I don't want to admit it, those elves are rare and good allies. They are all elite warriors, superb in martial arts and proficient in killing.

They danced a death dance before the Chaos Traitors, swaying like bouquets of flowers, easily defeating their enemies simply by floating on the wind.

In an instant, the Empire's disadvantage was greatly reduced, and Taylor immediately realized that this was a great opportunity to withdraw from the front.

Apparently he had had enough of the war, and now all he wanted was a good dinner and a soft bed, or rather, this was his only dream for a long time.

Apart from activities that allow him to gain some fat, everything else seems unimportant.

He ordered the soldiers to withdraw from the battle line, and the vehicles and soldiers quickly moved backwards.

The Eldar warriors saw this situation and they also deeply understood the cowardice of humans.

And a beautiful female Eldar warrior now said in the mocking Eldar language. "Monk."

This is a mocking word, meaning barbaric, empty power, etc. If translated into Gothic, it would be roughly this.

monkey.

As for the prophet, she had a great figure, with almost perfect proportions compared to humans.

She was a full 1.9 meters tall, with an overall slender body but quite plump in the voluptuous parts.

Her face was definitely beautiful for a human, her long brown hair was like silk, she wore ancient armor with a bone texture, and held a staff and a single-molecule power sword.

The elegance of her equipment rivaled that of a work of art, and of course, she, holding those things, was also a work of art from an ancient civilization.

She swung her blade, severing the head of a cultist who tried to attack her, as a massive Nether Mech passed by her flank.

The heavy silver mech displayed the movements of a master swordsman, easily piercing the cockpit of a Chaos Knight.

That movement doesn't seem like a ten-meter behemoth at all!

When a Chaos Mech fell to the ground, the Orange Knight Mech piloted by Ms. Elena, who was struggling to support herself, used a chainsaw sword to confront it.

Now her mech's left arm had been torn off, electricity arcing through it, and the pain spread from the spinal device connected to her Iron Throne to her mind.

But she still looked at the huge Eldar mech, even though her body had lost its right arm. The tingling pain crawled from the sensors to her mind and stimulated her soul.

But she still had no fear.

Rather than facing the fear of the alien, Elena was more afraid of losing that stupid, ridiculous civilian baron again.

She said with anger and disgust. "Eldar, why did you come to help us?"

The high-ranking Eldar woman, the prophetess of the Eldar, said, "Humanity, of course, because we are all fighting against the power of the gods."

Elena was silent, then she put away her weapon and fired her heavy artillery at the few remaining Chaos soldiers to prove her agreement with this statement.

At the same time she asked. "Where are the Imperial Guards?"

At this moment, the Eldar showed a look of disgust. "Run away."

Elena replied. "Impossible!"

The Eldar prophet didn't answer, but the next moment, she saw explosions and flames erupting in the direction Taylor was retreating.

At this moment, several Eldar airships landed beside her. The Eldar exchanged glances for a moment, then the Prophet's expression froze. "Interesting," she repeated to Elena. "The Word Bearers attacked from behind. The massive reinforcements should have outflanked us, but they caused us heavy losses."

"But that human, with the remaining troops, defeated those things with little clothing and ammunition?"

Elena said proudly at this moment. "Of course!"

This seemed to be her honor, but soon, a shout from Taylor came from a distance.

At this moment, Taylor raised his chainsaw sword and cut open the head of a Word Bearer in red armor. He looked at the guys who were circling behind him with jet packs and transport planes in disbelief.

His luck was extremely bad. If it weren't for Frenstein who happened to kill their commander, Taylor would have suffered heavy losses and might even have died here!
Fortunately, the opposing commander was quite unlucky, so Taylor was able to escape from the front line as quickly as possible.

He almost trembled as he crawled back to the Webway Gate. Of course, he didn't know whether it was safe here.

But when he saw Sage Kaul chatting happily with an Eldar warrior, he realized that at least they were safe for the time being.

He put down the Word Bearers commander's head and wiped his bloody palms with snow in disgust.

He heated himself up a cup of coffee and hoped that today's craziness would never happen again.

But an Eldar woman found him inside the human empire camp. Apparently, those guys had reached some consensus with the empire.

That woman was the most beautiful person of the opposite sex he had ever seen, but of course, she was also an alien.

Who knows, a damn Eldar swaggering among the Imperial troops, obviously not here for tea.

She incited dislike among many, especially among Imperial soldiers whose homelands had been marauded by Eldar pirates.

But she still spoke standard Imperial Gothic.

"Taylor? Right?"

Taylor nodded.

She replied. "You executed your decapitation mission beautifully, defeating that savage Chaos Apostle in a flash."

"Even by Eldar standards, you are a warrior as brave as Khaine."

Taylor asked. "Kane?"

"The Eldar God of War?"

"Then you are praising and overestimating me too much."

The woman smiled. "You seem to know those stories. Even by human standards, you're quite impressive."

As if she had confirmed something, she said, "My name is Fulpara, and I am a prophet."

"And I am here only to awaken your legend, for we have anticipated that a Primarch will appear again among the stars."

"It's all still blurry, but we have to help you."

"To help you and your empire."

Taylor said flattered. "Then according to the Empire's standards, I have to treat you to a meal."

"But I don't have any supplies. Can you bring your own side dishes?"

The Eldar prophet laughed. "For a human, you're quite interesting."

Taylor said. "No, I really want to eat something."

"And at the dinner table, you have to tell me exactly what's going on."

His tone was more compelling than inviting.

At this moment, the prophet was still contemptuous at first, but when Taylor said the last sentence seriously, she seemed to see a huge orc with bared fangs and claws, talking to her.

She tried her best to calm her restless spirit, and at the same time she realized.

This human being is worth more than she initially anticipated?

(End of this chapter)