Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 388 Taylor’s bad love affair…

The passage twists and turns, with almost no end.

Those complex green devices and structures became extremely grotesque with the help of pocket space.

At the same time, according to Taylor's knowledge, those oil guys had dismantled several Dynasty Warriors.

To be precise, they dug out almost half of the tomb. Even if they did not destroy the core function of the tomb, they took away countless living metal bodies and equipment.

The local dynasty must be filled with anger, but those losses are not worth mentioning to the undead.

Their core can awaken any Tomb Warriors who have been taken away, their souls trapped deep within the tomb.

In other words, the Mechanicus went to great lengths to take away only a few pieces of living metal scraps.

But they succeeded in angering the overlord of this place, and he would soon realize what foolish things those new races had done.

He would soon realize that his old enemies had also arrived here.

The Eldar and the Undead have always been enemies. One is the successor of the Ancient Saints, and the other is the buryer of the Star God. Their fate has been determined from the beginning to now.

They had already started fighting before human civilization emerged and when the Fang Beasts still ruled Terra.

The dead slept, the Eldar fell into decline, and the story ended there.

It should be so.

But time has passed, the elves have not become extinct, and the undead have begun to awaken, and this story is now being continued.

And Taylor was trapped in it, unable to move, like a complete nightmare.

Now he looked at the Eldar warrior's hips in front of him, listened to his voice that he couldn't tell whether it was male or female, and heard Calgar's reluctant expression.

"Being friends with aliens is truly as painful as a nightmare," Karga said.

"Emperor and throne, father and honor."

"They won't forgive me..."

Karga sighed.

Taylor clapped his palms because he couldn't touch his knees, and secondly, the fist bump was the most intimate gesture allowed by the Empire between a mortal and a Space Marine.

He said, "You'll get used to it eventually."

Calgar said defiantly. "No, I don't want to get used to it. Whether it's with the Greenskins or the Eldar, your behavior is challenging my limits."

"But I know you're doing this for the empire, and so am I. I can tolerate and understand those things."

"The Emperor and the Throne, even the Regent, have chosen you, as have Cawl and the Living Saint, the Inquisition and the Munitions."

"So I am willing to believe you, even though I am not sure what our fate will be."

"But, the same thing."

"You deal with the aliens you provoked."

Calgar said, pushing Taylor forward slightly, a little annoyed. "We've been on a long detour. We need to get that Eldar to tell us what we're doing."

"Maybe she wants to take us somewhere and catch us all in one fell swoop."

"I can't trust them. Give me an answer before I take my chance and shoot."

Taylor replied with a wry smile. "It truly is a difficult job, though I doubt the Dark Eldar have any good intentions."

He brought a few soldiers and quickly approached the Eldar leading the way. Most of the warriors wearing black armor showed expressions of disgust, as if those humans should not come here.

The Archon simply said in a low voice, "Monkey, is there anything you need to report?"

She said, looking at the monkey that impressed her.

Taylor replied quickly. "We're going in circles, right?"

The Archon replied, "This is a complex facility. This is an ancient and powerful..."

"Pocket space, I know, Lord Archon," Taylor almost answered. The Archon choked, then said with disgust. "Your smug, self-righteous, damned look really disgusts me."

Taylor replied. "My dear, your Gothic sounds like a second-rate bard reciting third-rate poetry."

"You know that's not how Imperials talk?"

The woman stammered. "I have no need... to know the language of monkeys. Before the Lady of Pleasure was born... you were just, beasts."

Taylor said. "Before the War in Heaven, you were just technological toys of the Old Ones. What's the difference between you and the Greenskins?"

The Archon was completely enraged. She raised her blade and cursed. "I have nothing to do with those beasts!"

But before her wrath could reach her, several green creatures successfully pulled Taylor away and resolutely took on the task of guarding him.

It was then that the Archon realized for the first time that she was looking at a whole new breed of greenskin, one rarely seen in her long career of combat, greenskins that imitated humans.

To be precise, they have blades and fighting styles similar to those of Catachan humans, with large areas of exposed skin and crisp, light equipment.

This is a clever and sharp fighting method, the Archon said with a hint of interest. "You taught me that?"

"They are like sponges, but they obey only the strong."

"Strange, is he just a mortal?" She licked the corner of her mouth and showed a little interest in Taylor.

Taylor said uneasily at this moment.

"Yes, I am a greenskin leader, although I was only noticed by them for some unknown reason."

"Ma'am, what are you wondering about?"

The Archon said, "I have seen the Greenskin leaders. They are all very powerful."

"Are you powerful too?"

Tyler didn't notice that the woman's words had gradually begun to stop calling him a monkey.

He simply answered without thinking. "Powerful? I'm naturally the opposite of that word."

"I'm just a mortal. I don't have enough strength or reaction time, and I'm crawling on the edge of death every day."

The consul didn't believe her, she just smiled slightly.

"That's perfect. Let me see how you define the edge of death."

"Which is more terrible, the difficulties I have experienced, or your judgment?"

"At least, according to my idea, there will be a dance next."

"Now let me answer your question, we are heading towards the pocket dimension core."

Taylor said in disbelief. "Damn it, you said we were approaching a Necron Overlord?!"

He had seen how Sester fought, and it was simply overwhelming and no mortal could get in.

And a hegemon?
Even if he is not as good as the Emperor, he is definitely a strong man comparable to the Captain of the Space Marines!

Taylor said without hesitation. "I won't go with you to die!"

The Archon smiled and replied, "That's a clear idea, but it's beyond your control."

"We can't leave without seeing the Overlord."

At this moment she revealed the dark eldar's evil and sexually suggestive nature.

And he had a mesmerizing voice, a beautiful voice reciting the ancient Eldar language, but Taylor could understand it for some reason.

"War, or death..."

"It's your choice, it's fair."

(End of this chapter)