Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 389: Terror in the Tomb, Part 1
Taylor had to admit that he had always had bad luck and had been stumbling through life, suffering a lot along the way.

But he also realized that he could always turn danger into safety, after all, he had the emperor's blessing.

However, when he saw those large numbers of dark green mechanical undeads that were like monsters moving forward in an orderly and rapid manner.

Taylor could only hold his breath and watch the guys walk past the corner of the tomb.

The sound of the mechanical limbs hitting the metal floor grew louder and louder, and Taylor almost felt like he was suffocating.

When the monsters swept past a corner of the corridor and left seemingly without any problem, Taylor already felt that his life was about to be shortened.

He gestured to the main force that the passage was clear, and the other greenskins and Space Marines hurried through.

As for the Eldar? Those malevolent creatures had phantom shields, silent and translucent.

God knows how many of the Empire's bizarre hive legends are related to them, and of course it could also be caused by the Assassin's Court.

It could also be a Warp hallucination or the crazy imagination of a hive dweller who simply accidentally inhaled industrial hallucinogens.

But no matter what, Taylor only knew that those elves were much safer than him.

Now the undead are starting to move, although the damn things like the Tomb Scarab have not yet started up. Those small things are almost undead drones.

Not only are they fast and numerous, they can also clearly tell the overlord everything on the battlefield.

Fortunately, with the Emperor's blessing, Taylor could imagine that the Undead Overlord was now having a headache over the controller that had been almost dismantled by the Mechanicus.

The only thing they could do was to awaken the Undead Warriors for defense, but those green mechanical skeletons holding Gauss rifles were still too slow.

They were not elite warriors, but mindless dead, dull minds and bodies of living metal only dangerous in size.

Although it is deadly enough for mortals.

Taylor didn't want to take a gamble, nor did he want to meet those things, so he could only hide like a bug.

If they are lucky enough to reach the Overlord's chambers undetected, they will be able to negotiate.

or……

Taylor looked at the vague, translucent phantom in the distance, like a nightmare existence, a consul.

The lady would not allow his idea, and the conflict between the Eldar and the Undead would be difficult to reconcile.

That's a damn situation similar to a natural enemy...

What he is doing now is equivalent to taking the cat to find the dog, and then saying to the dog, let's reconcile.

In fact, the dog would bare its fangs the moment it saw the cat, and this would almost undoubtedly happen.

What Taylor had to do was like isolating sparks from explosives, but his current strength was like a thin sheet of white paper.

Taylor wasn't optimistic about whether the explosives would leak out first, or whether the sparks would ignite the paper along with it.

However, before he could think of a solution, the elves began to speed up their actions.

They were clearly getting closer to their destination, and Taylor barely even dreamed of a sneak attack on a Undead Overlord...

He gently breathed in the air in the ancient tomb that had not circulated for tens of thousands of years, and touched the metals that were so ancient that they were older than human civilization. An absurd plan was born.

At this point, the Eldar Archon also stopped and followed them to successfully reach the core of the Necromancer's Tomb, bypassing those complex and confusing pocket space areas. This was thanks to the Eldar's rich experience in tomb-destroying, even more than the Oil Man.

In fact, most of the Undead Dynasties were destroyed by the Eldar, and the number excavated and discovered by humans is actually only one in ten.

There are also undead who were cursed by the Star God, causing disorder in their will and spirit, and eventually perished or were never able to awaken again, or were affected by the wars in the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years.

Even so, the undead still underground are enough to fight against the most dangerous Zerg swarms, and their combat effectiveness in their heyday can be imagined.

And now, in the dim light emitted by those dark green devices, Taylor could vaguely see a huge figure.

The Undead Overlord, who looked quite majestic, was operating a T-shaped, ancient dark green machine.

That was probably the central controller of the Undead Crypt, and it was something the Archon had been longing for.

However, using that thing always requires the scepter of the Tomb Overlord as a key, and the Eldar Archon is confident that after the raid is successful, he can take the tomb into his possession.

She now longed for the body of the Undead Overlord to give her pleasure and experience the joy of dopamine secretion.

I also hope that new honors, such as the honor of exterminating the people of the cemetery world, will fall on her shoulders.

She drew out the sharp blade, and the sound of the monomolecular sword cutting through the air made the Undead Overlord raise his head with a slight hesitation.

As his dark green eyes swept across what seemed to be nothing, a sharp blade had already slashed towards his core.

But how could the Undead Overlord only have a pair of sensors?

The interior of this room is now densely packed with equipment belonging to the Undead Overlord, like an invisible net covering the interior of the room.

Even the space jump system used by the Eldar in their heyday could be predicted in advance and successfully blocked.

Not to mention the castration techniques used by the now broken descendants of the Eldar!

It's a pity that the tomb has been ravaged by time and most of the equipment has been paralyzed. If the core tomb had not been wrapped in a stasis field, the Undead Overlord might have died long ago.

Now, he said angrily. "Eldar!"

He swung his dark green scepter, and it was about to intersect with the monomolecular sword, but the one who blocked the attack was not the archon, but a chainsaw sword.

A dark blue, strange race.

The Overlords knew about the Chainsword, and most civilizations forged their own Chainsaw weapons after entering deep space.

He recognized the metals, a low-grade ceramite alloy, a technology the Necrons had abandoned long ago when they were still Necrontyr.

But he was also confused. Could this be a subsidiary race of the elves?

Then why is there one in front of the consul?
The Overlord was still confused, and at this moment, the blue giant kicked the body of the Undead Overlord away and shouted.

"I am Calgar, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines! Alien, I come here on the orders of my father, the Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, to obtain the aid of the Blackstone Obelisk!"

Calgar threw out the name of the Primarch without hesitation. After all, almost everyone in this universe knew Guilliman’s name!
But the alien said, "Primarch?"

Karga smiled wryly at this moment, and the Overlord was also confused. Fortunately, Taylor shouted, "Stop chatting!"

"Calgar! Help me, it's not normal for me to hit the Archon!"

(End of this chapter)