Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 444: Bloodline Suppression from Slaanesh?
A Comorian tycoon must open his taste buds one day with the best short ribs of pork, paired with the most delicious spices in the entire universe.

A bowl of rib soup, with the unique richness and aroma of broth, hit Taylor's taste buds with its umami flavor.

This recipe comes from ancient human civilization and is obviously one of the countless collections of the elves. The technique of using high temperature and boiling to squeeze out the flavor of food is obviously a typical Chinese cooking technique.

Like a thin thread, many ancient things connect Taylor's former world and the hell he is in today.

But Taylor didn't think too much about it. Now he was making a fortune, holding a high and prominent position, and his life was definitely not bad.

Comoros is an extremely safe place, and he only needs to soak rice in pork rib soup and eat it deliciously and happily.

Standing at the highest point of Comoros, breathing the air plundered from other worlds, and enjoying the warmth of the black sun.

Looking at those ridiculous Eldar who came out of the cloning chamber or were artificially inseminated, walking on the streets with an arrogant look on their faces, I wonder where their honor comes from.

These days are so lustful.

Now the funds in his account are increasing at an exaggerated rate every day, which of course has something to do with his participation in the betting in the arena.

No skills are needed, just a few veterans with good eyesight are enough for him to win six out of nine bets and lose money until his hands cramp.

Of course, Comoros' metal currency and credit points are worthless to the empire, so Taylor has been thinking about how to process those things into supplies.

Even though he estimated that he could directly buy an Eldar warship to play with in a month, the real trouble was the personnel of the Eldar warship.

The Eldar have low fertility, and the people on the warships are much more valuable than the warships, which is completely opposite to the Empire. After all, the Empire can even buy ships and give them away.

It’s better to say that the Eldar buy people and get ships for free.

Thinking of this, Taylor actually planned to purchase some more Eldar weapons and equipment. After all, those things were the most practical.

However, he needed to order a large number of specially made armor of human size and appearance from the Eldar forgers.

Those gadgets created with the ancient Eldar technology would definitely be a great help to humans if used on them.

Eventually, elite warriors from the world of Krieg will don those armors.

After all, those armors are not expensive for the Eldar, but for humans, those close-fitting armors made of spirit bones and the hidden force fields carried on them are enough to rival the most advanced power armor systems of the empire.

By then, the weapons and equipment would come from his employer, and he would start his own small business to buy armor, and then go back to Krieg's hometown, which was equivalent to a one-stop service.

When Taylor thought of this, he called a hovercraft for himself with relief, and at the same time arranged a top-floor position in the duel arena for himself and his brothers on the second floor of this top hotel in Comoros.

Even if they don't need to ingest the pain of others, watching the aliens fight each other for survival is still a happy enjoyment.

Taylor was extremely optimistic about this, but he also vaguely felt that his work was too easy, or rather too smooth.

He decisively suppressed the greedy elves and their hateful ideas and methods.

There was no doubt about it, but they gave up too quickly and sent a letter of settlement written in High Gothic (the formal written language) the next day.

The arrogance of those guys seemed to have died overnight, and now there is nothing left.

This is not normal, at least for Taylor, those guys' greed and stupidity are almost the same as their arrogance.

If the elves were willing to bow their heads, he would rather believe that crocodiles would shed tears.

But when he reached the upper level of the arena, looked at the peak of the crowd below, and then entered the private room of the duel arena from the VIP channel, he saw that his old friends had already started watching the duel and said.

"Roland, who do you think will win this time?"

"They are both our stars. One is an Eldar noble, the eldest son of the Cabal, and the other is a Tau hero, a warrior wearing a hero suit (power armor)." "They are both fully armed, and the outcome is hard to predict."

Roland said. "I can't answer. They are inseparable."

The cultist girl answered quickly. "I'm betting on that Eldar, and I'm betting my virginity with you~"

Taylor replied. "If you were 'Chu', I'd go down and duel right now!"

Then, "Sister Lightlin, prepare some delicious snacks for us before the game starts."

"We are all the backbone of the Skadi Group. It has not been easy for us to come this far."

"Now, we have no Abaddon, no Daemons, no Daemon Primarchs, no Chaos and Xenos troubles."

"Everyone just needs to pick up a glass of wine and learn how the Eldar live their lives."

"With the Emperor above us, life is incredibly comfortable!"

The other brothers laughed and said, "The Emperor!"

Even the greenskins serving as guards here shouted, "To the Emperor!"

However, the happy days came and went quickly, and soon the bustle of the arena turned into restlessness, restlessness turned into panic, and panic turned into fear.

When several small and strange demons appeared in the arena, bringing with them disturbing warp rifts.

Taylor cursed. "By the Emperor!"

"demon?"

"Or a lustful demon?"

"This is like a weasel entering the henhouse!"

Through the transparent arena equipment, Taylor could clearly see the panicked Eldar in the arena, the Eldar guards who were eaten by the demons, and their bodies gradually shriveling.

And several purple, deadly warp rifts stood in his arena!

Taylor angrily began to ask his think tank, mainly a team composed of psychic boys and psykers, to seal the subspace rift.

At the same time, he also led the main force to attack the monsters, and the Skadi people almost crushed the demons.

This resulted in the most abstract scene on the battlefield.

The Eldar were slaughtered by the demons of Slaanesh, and the demons were chased by the Imperial Guard. After the rift was finally sealed, Taylor began to organize the surviving Eldar to rest.

At the same time, the Consul lady and the Blood Ling girl, who had not appeared for a long time, hurried in here. They were covered in blood and stains and looked miserable.

Taylor asked. "What's going on?"

The Archon replied. "The Webway has been torn apart by demonic incursions. Several of the largest cabals are currently dealing with this, but the entirety of Commorragh is now practically a den of demons."

"A large number of Slaanesh demons entered here with the power of the Lady of Pleasure's followers..."

Taylor said, "It doesn't matter. There's a high roof when it collapses."

"Brothers, let's just prepare our defense!"

(End of this chapter)