Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 445 Bloodline Suppression from the Emperor!
Under the gray sky of Comoros, the smoke of war is slowly rising. Taylor, wearing a military uniform, smells the scent of war for the first time in a long time.

It has only been less than half a month since I left the world of death and killing, but it feels like such days have been long since I last saw them.

Taylor sighed, watching his alien employer hurried into the arena, but the woman was the only one who was different.

She looked relaxed, as if she was used to such scenes, and said to Taylor.

"Now you are even happier in my eyes."

"You keep saying you love resources, money, and comfort, but as the Sage of the Silver Sun, when you hammered the minions of the Chaos Powers, did you really not feel a tinge of fanaticism in your heart?"

Her words seemed to carry magic, and Taylor was hesitant. He wanted to answer that he had no, but it was obvious that no one was that naive.

He could only answer, "I hate those things, that's my only answer."

"I hate it so much."

"That's the answer."

The woman smiled and said, "Of course, of course."

"By the way, be careful of the clown."

"They showed up at midnight, and this incident has pissed them off."

"Sometimes, you might think the Eldar are doomed, but we can say."

"Not now, at least not now."

"Okay, the theater is about to open, so we need to get our seats quickly."

"I am both an audience member and an actor. I am very busy."

"But this time, he's actually being protected by humans. This kind of plot is quite fresh..."

"Oh, Kane has been gone for so many years, it's hard to get used to it."

She talked a lot like a weird old woman.

Some of them looked reasonable, while others were completely confusing, but Taylor knew it clearly.

She wasn't talking crazy.

The Harlequin Troupe will join the fight. Those top monsters that are comparable to the Imperial Guards are apostles created by the Eldar God of Laughter, the last independent gods of this ancient race.

Obviously, the Laughing God still has one last trick up his sleeve to protect his own race. He is no fool.

Very good, another chessboard between gods, and this time Taylor is involved again. How much about the Emperor is behind this matter?
Now, before the woman entered the arena, Taylor said, "Can you tell a joke?"

The woman laughed heartily and replied, "Not without you."

“But I do have some research…”

Taylor sighed. "I didn't expect that. I thought I could get out of this situation this time."

The woman said, "At least this time we're partners. If Comoros disappears, it's not good for you or me. It's inevitable that I've spent so much resources to trap you."

"But it's a big fish."

"Hopefully, by then, none of us will be online and get caught in the same net. At worst, we'll all be wiped out."

Taylor replied. "The net? That net is a god."

"Someone who controls a quarter of the warp and is so powerful that you dare not mess with him."

The lady smiled. "No, no, no, it's one in five. We're evenly matched."

Taylor immediately thought that she was implying that the Emperor and the Four Gods were the same. He subconsciously wanted to curse back, but suddenly he didn't know how to start.

Yes, almost...

It's ironic that no matter how much Taylor hates those things and how he mocks the gods, the Emperor today is no different from them.

But this is actually better than the Eldar being scattered by the gods. Even if the Emperor does not have the ability to protect all humans, the Emperor's enormous power is enough to allow humans to survive for several dark millennia.

The lady was probably envious that humans no longer needed those conspiracies and intrigues, and no longer needed to struggle to survive. Although they were suffering, they were like an intelligent civilization.

Although the Eldar of today haven't suffered a major disaster, they are still in a state of disrepair. Yes, she wants it.

Use this desperation to purge the corrupt Commorran high command, and use Slaanesh's hand to eliminate the things that are holding the Eldar back.

After this time, she and her family will become the most powerful beings in the elves, and all she needs is for the Laughing God to turn this place into a big stage.

Taylor is one of the protagonists.

After the Warp rift opened, the Emperor's light, which had dimmed due to entering the Webway, began to flicker, but the light never dissipated.

Those things were not gifts from the subspace, but from inside Taylor's body.

The Emperor has always done this, bestowing His power upon His children, upon humanity, so that they may triumph even in the most hopeless of circumstances.

Even though the Emperor became cruel and rational due to the huge number of humans, no one loved his children more than him.

nobody……

That love comes from the Emperor who witnessed the rise of humanity to where it is today, forty thousand years ago.

That kind of love is the love of Sakyamuni, Jesus Christ, and all the leaders worshipped by mankind.

How heavy it is, enough to drive people crazy.

How heavy it is, enough to destroy everything.

How heavy, this is the Lord of mankind!
At this point, a large army of Slaanesh Daemons began to charge towards Taylor's position.

They originally thought that this place would be torn apart like other Eldar camps, scattered on the ground like fragments, and become worthless.

They will feast on the souls of those ridiculous Eldar to satisfy their insatiable appetites.

And those graceful bodies will become their best playthings, and those things that are usually arrogant and domineering will no longer exploit other people's souls.

This time, they were the prey.

The Slaanesh demons are all bisexual, and they are madly venting their desires on the bodies of the Eldar, of course.

They just have to enjoy the craziness.

But when a hot bullet grazed their heads.

The demons stopped at the same time.

Because it was a bomb.

The bomb represents the human empire.

It represents the world's strongest force in resisting chaos.

It also represents the existence that they think about and fear day and night.

Emperor.

At this moment, before their eyes, a golden light swept over with countless bullets.

The bullets penetrated into their flesh and blood. At this moment, they had never thought that their bodies would be in so much pain, but that pain could not be transformed into happiness.

Tingling.

Burning, searing pain in their souls.

All the gifts and blessings were dissipating, and after being hit, they curled up on the ground, calling out the name of their Lord God in pain.

But Taylor never holds back.

As the humming sound of the engine came, the last words those demons heard at the end of their lives were a simple and clear Gothic language.

It had no euphemisms or grace, just a rough and quick word.

"Use the poison blade and blow him up!"

(End of this chapter)