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Chapter 204: Night Lords and Tactics of Fear

In a fortress consisting of many watchtowers and heavy walls.

Taylor was holding a telescope and looking at the evil deeds in the distance.

And it was a bright red curse, coming from a nightmarish enemy.

Night Lords.

Now a soldier was hung upside down in the square, his chest ripped open, his heart and intestines scattered on the ground, with a sentence written in Gothic.

"I am the nightmare."

All the means of investigation, such as the servo skull flying in the air or the cameras on the wall, the cleaning soldiers, and even the sentries were unable to discover who had done this.

A killing squad consisting of giant monsters almost two meters tall rampaged through the fortress as if they were invisible.

How ridiculous...

but.

Fear tactics?

Taylor remembered this word. This was the specialty of the Primarch, no, the Demon Primarch Konrad Curze.

His legion was the Night Lords, and this tactic remained the specialty of his descendants from the time of the Horus Heresy to this day.

They are all experts in stealth and assassination, and also experts in scaring people. It seems that now they have to deal with Taylor, which is a perfect match for their profession.

He can't stand being scared.

Taylor rubbed his temples and asked the soldiers to help collect the poor man's body. He sighed and leaned on his desk.

He muttered, "Taylor, Taylor, how can you face those things?"

He recalled that the Chaos warship had dropped something about three days ago, and they saw two empty drop pods at the expected landing point.

Apparently this is part of their fear plan.

The soldiers spent the next three days in a state of mental tension, patrolling the sun and moon and activating all the servoskulls for reconnaissance, but with little success.

On the first day, they saw the servo skulls arranged into a strange chaotic eight-pointed star.

The next day, they watched as blood-red liquid drew characters on the walls of the guards' quarters.

Today, a living person died and was hanged in the middle of the square.

Taylor was scratching his head almost pessimistically until a tall and graceful figure walked in.

"Monkey, I think you need help."

The voice was quite pleasant, melodious and high, but without the ridiculous imitation of the ordinary female high notes, and it did not sound shrill at all.

Taylor raised his head and said listlessly, "A few days ago I was drinking tea in a cafe, and now I have to face several assassination experts."

"You don't understand. You are a monster without blood or tears. Your soul is placed in a stone, just to hide from Slaanesh's greed."

Hearing the word Slaanesh, the Eldar prophet's face twisted. "How dare you address the Lady of Pleasure by her name!"

Taylor persisted. "Look at you! You can't even mention her name, and you're saying Death will defeat her?"

The Eldar prophet raised his staff in anger. "If you continue to mention this name, I will..."

Taylor stopped talking in shock and asked, "So what are your thoughts on them? You know, they haven't finished their performance yet."

The Eldar prophet shook his head. "I'm good at prophecy, Monkey. Your head may not understand it, but in theory, you just need to prepare a room that is large enough, quiet and safe enough for me."

"It only takes a while for me to see those guys."

"It may sound a bit arrogant to say this, but I seem to be their nemesis."

Taylor ruffled his hair. "Indeed, this is a good idea. I will..."

He stopped talking abruptly before he could finish his words. He looked outside the door and heard faint footsteps approaching.

The sound was low, heavy, and rustling. Ordinary people would definitely not be able to detect it, but it did exist.

Taylor said warily. "They're coming." "From what I understand about those guys, they believe that fear-mongering should be done gradually, from small to large."

"Apparently, they thought I was the heart and soul of the army, so they came."

The Eldar prophet said uncertainly. "I see nothing."

Taylor just held his breath and gripped his weapon, but after the rustling sound disappeared for a long time, he still didn't see any enemy.

When he felt relieved and asked the prophet to make preparations, he looked at the leaving Eldar and sighed in disappointment.

He was a little self-deprecating and thought that he had finally gone crazy.

He cursed. "Those things are driving me crazy."

"I need to get some dinner from the Lightling girl."

Taylor walked out of the office muttering to himself. At that moment, a dark and purple giant fell from the ceiling.

He was perched there, on the ceiling, relying on his magnetic boots.

Like some horrific alien creature, the moment it spotted Taylor, it dropped like a trapper spider, ready to cut the mortal's neck with a tactical dagger.

Taylor screamed immediately, and at the same time raised the chainsaw sword that he had never put down, and started sawing at the Space Marine's blade.

As the monomolecular metal broke and fell to the ground due to the cutting of the chainsaw sword, the fear-mongering Chaos Space Marine immediately dropped his body and grabbed Taylor's neck with his thick arms.

He planned to strangle the mortal and decorate his body to look like he had hanged himself, creating the appearance of an Imperial hero dying of fear.

How could Taylor just surrender? His legs gave way and he fell to the ground, leaving the super soldier with no chance to catch him.

At the same time many guards approached because of his shouting.

When the Space Marine realized that his raid had failed, he immediately relied on his superhuman physical fitness to sneak into the nearby shadows, quickly climbed out of the window, and disappeared into the night.

Taylor just leaned against the wall in confusion, looking at the mess here.

But the soldiers who came over all looked at him with admiration, because he was the only hero who successfully avoided assassination by the Space Marines.

The Imperial Planetary Guards from Macragge were naturally aware of the Night Lords' fame, so they were even more amazed that Taylor had managed to survive.

An officer immediately approached, saluted Taylor, and said, "My Lord! You are a miracle of the Emperor!"

"It's all our fault this time. We will arrange a safer room for you next time."

Taylor only vaguely heard the word "room" at this moment, and then immediately realized that something was wrong.

"No, no, no, don't worry about me. Go find that Eldar prophet!"

The officer asked. "The alien?"

Taylor said hurriedly. "She's using psychic divination to find the Night Lords. There's no way they'll let her go."

"Those guys heard my conversation with her. Hurry up... bring some people over!"

Taylor picked up the weapon and then thought to himself.

"I can, I can, they are just Space Marines, just ordinary Space Marines, not gods."

Then he followed the troops for a few steps and said, "Who am I kidding... I almost died!"

"But, that Eldar girl..."

He hesitated for a moment, then cursed himself.

"I'm such a fool! Today I'm finally going to take a risk for an alien!"

"Next time what? Heresy?"

But he still ran quickly towards the place where the elf girl was, hoping.

His worries were misplaced.

(End of this chapter)