Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 397 All Tactics for Changing Home
Now Taylor has to face a rather embarrassing situation, that is, the Eldar he carefully arranged are unable to kill Abaddon.

He had never expected that the brainless Abaddon would rush towards him directly!

The Dark Eldar forces and the Archon himself are entrenched in the cities occupied by the Black Legion.

Their target was rushing towards them with a knife?

Taylor really couldn't understand, could he?
Is Abaddon really a genius?
Could it be that the War Marshal is really wise but appears foolish?
For the first time, Taylor felt Abaddon's unfathomable wisdom, but how could he break through the numerous defenses and reach the headquarters?

Taylor thought about it and decided that he probably just needed to make some coffee, eat something, and wait for Abaddon to become exhausted and be caught up and killed by the Archon.

Simple~
While it was natural to think so, Taylor knew very well that it was Abaddon.

The successor to the Four Gods' blessing, the Space Marine closest to the Primarch, such a guy would probably never be killed so easily.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the protagonist's halo.

Taylor knew without a doubt that the Chaos Gods would not allow the Empire to achieve a complete victory. If Vigilant was captured, it would mean that Guilliman would meet with Lion.

This marked the return of the Primarch of the Dark Angels Chapter and a resounding announcement that the Emperor's Great Crusade was about to begin again.

Just these few words, which were like divine revelations to the people of the Empire, were enough to stir up unrest among those who had been oppressed by Chaos for countless years.

What's more, there is a high probability that those things will actually happen.

At first, Taylor was actually skeptical. After all, it seemed that Abaddon was just charging with his guards, and the total force was no more than a hundred people.

Even if they were all Space Marines, it would be unlikely for the Ultramarines to get past the defense line formed by the Orks, with their large number of soldiers.

But soon, the auspicious instrument that locked onto Abaddon was unexpectedly "paralyzed", and several of Taylor's special forces orc teams suddenly and inexplicably lost their combat effectiveness.

In other words, Abaddon suddenly disappeared from under Taylor's nose.

All radio and intelligence could not get his whereabouts, which was the most important information. It was like playing a game halfway through and suddenly the entire screen was filled with the fog of war.

Obviously, the other side opened it, and it was not a show.

Although according to this standard, Taylor is actually very clear that he is also a "cheat player", but he still feels uncomfortable when he encounters such things inexplicably.

After all, it’s best if only he can drive it.

But Taylor was completely in no mood to drink coffee after this incident.

He had to put down his mug and try to arrange for the soldiers to start investigating the area around the camp.

Soon, Abaddon appeared.

The bad news was that he was only a few kilometers away from the main camp, which was a simple matter for the Space Marines to deal with.

This is probably the reason why all tactical switches are used. This unexpected method really caught Taylor off guard.

He had to admit that Abaddon was indeed a threat to him, and he began to consider whether to run away and ride on Frenstein, just like he usually did.

Or.

He could delay Abaddon and then kill the Chaos Warmaster.

The Emperor could provide him with enough opportunities to negate Abaddon's aura, and the Eldar Archon would surely come at full speed now.

Perhaps this is the greatest wound that humanity will inflict on Chaos in the entire last millennium.

The Warmaster's death may have been one of the few victories for the Imperium, but even so, it required the Imperial Guard to sacrifice the lives of countless soldiers.

Obviously this is not a loss, and Taylor is also confident that he can keep Abaddon here for a while.

Although this confidence was not much, he prepared his own outfit in advance. It was a saint suit customized for him by the state religion, which was generally flashy and gaudy.

Originally, this was intended to be used as an inspirational prop when the outcome of the battle was already decided, but now it has become his first line of defense to delay Abaddon.

This is not complicated. To put it bluntly, it is to make the warmaster happier.

This was not difficult. He prepared a large amount of delicious food, many soldiers, and prevented them from having a head-on conflict with Abaddon.

The so-called Hongmen Banquet has always been like this. Taylor, like a leader, held a banquet in his own command center.

Admittedly, he didn't like stupid things, he didn't like extravagance or pretense, but it was still useful in certain situations.

A few bottles of rare gold-thread red wine, a few pieces of fresh steaks that are rare here, in this dusty place, it was the first time that Taylor had such a good meal.

A few pieces of meat steaks that were barely burned and still bleeding, and a few bottles of grape juice that had been fermenting for hundreds of years, could be exchanged for countless things, so much wealth and glory.

Taylor, now dressed like a peacock, told the soldiers to open the door wide for the invaders.

When several dark, armored giants walked in menacingly.

The aroma and the food had told them that something was wrong here.

The Space Marines' senses were so sensitive that they immediately realized there was no smell of war here, no sulfur, no ammunition, no death, no cold metal.

Taylor immediately spoke up. "Welcome, welcome, Mr. Abaddon."

"You treated me last time, and now we are returning the favor."

"I'm sorry, this is just a temporary command center, not a place comparable to the Vengeful Spirit."

"This makes me feel deeply guilty."

"I failed to treat you as you would have done."

Abaddon's huge body was now covered with greenskin flesh and anger.

He put away his magic sword and laughed. "Look, I thought you were a wizard, but now fate tells me that you are not."

"I was played like a ridiculous thing by you, ever since the day we met..."

He looked at the feast and asked, "Does Fabius know about this?"

"He rejected me, played me, and helped you hide it?"

Abaddon looked lost, as if he was disappointed that he had lost to a young boy. Among the former traitors, he did not have any good relationship with Fabius.

But Abaddon always believed that his status among the Chaos Space Marines was the same as that of Warmaster Horus among the Primarchs.

This answer was almost unbearable for him, but Abaddon still had many things to ask the young man.

His massive form sat down, and along with his personal guard, the giants began to try to enjoy the feast as their master, Abaddon, did.

Abaddon asked now. "How many more schemes and plots do you have?"

Taylor said. "I think this is the last one."

He suddenly stood up and threw away the exaggeratedly heavy dress on his body. The huge piece of noble cloth made of silk and fur covered Abaddon tightly.

For the first time, Taylor wanted to praise the Imperial Ecclesiarch for being frugal in this regard. After all, even Abaddon would need some time to tear off those thick furs.

And the Eldar and the Greenskins are ready...

Taylor can only pray that today is Abaddon's last day!
(End of this chapter)