Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 446 The Laughing God Drama, Part 1
Nothing can halt the spread of madness more easily than bolter bombs and chainsaws, nothing represents the Emperor's will more than sacrifice and war.

This statement is now vividly demonstrated in Comoros, the deepest darkness of the webway.

The stellar plasma stolen by the Eldar from various star systems is flickering on the black sun, and the warm light comes from theft and plunder.

The corpses of the elves were lying on the ground, scattered all over the place, looking extremely ugly.

At the same time, the demons' boiling attacks also stopped at the Comoros Arena.

As if destined, this place became the center of the stage, like a spotlight shining on the heads of the Imperial Guards, and became the focus of the entire Comoros.

It felt quite deliberate, as if a supreme power was orchestrating the Comoros rebellion, this grand drama.

The poison blade tank painted with the unique white emblem of the Skadi Guard was shooting at the demons. The more than 20 vehicle-mounted machine guns and the two exaggerated main and secondary cannons were almost a nightmare for the demons.

The roar was like the Emperor's hammer falling, smashing the beautiful streets originally created by the Eldar into hellish ruins.

With the help of powerful firepower, the Imperial Guard began to gradually regain all their initiative.

Taylor said with a little enlightenment as he watched his troops gradually gain tactical depth.

"At least we are still in control here."

“It’s all under control.”

"Even if we don't have naval cover today and endless support, with the greenskins acting as our counter-stealth and the Emperor's power protecting us, it will be difficult for the Slaanesh Daemons, lacking offensive power, to win."

Taylor's optimism about this is also a common optimism within the Empire, because Slaanesh is notorious for not being able to fight.

She was not born in war. Unlike her brothers, she was born in a relatively peaceful era in the galaxy, instead of awakening during the War in Heaven like other gods.

In other words, she had never seen the bloody battles between the Old Ones and the Star Gods, nor had she seen the terrible nightmare of the entire galaxy burning into red. The biggest war she had seen was only the Horus Heresy.

While the sibling squabbles between Primarchs were still considered mythical, they were nonsense in the eyes of the Tau today.

After all, one Warhound Titan was enough to make those blue-skinned ones shout "impossible," and during the years when the Primarchs were fighting, a war of a hundred machines did occur.

But compared to the internal war within the empire, the battle between the Star Gods and the Ancient Saints is almost incomprehensible.

Whenever the Four Gods recall those days, they will become more diligent as they forge their own war fortresses and engines.

But Xiao Simei has never seen this. She is still indulging in sensual pleasures and indulges in lust.

The price is that her demon army is almost the weakest.

Although her gifts are indeed powerful, agility, speed, joy and strong disruptive ability.

But interference and influence are of no use to Taylor's army composed of God's chosen and greenskins.

On the contrary, a bomb can really make those pampered demons cry.

However, Taylor was also very clear that the main force of the demons was actually looting the large families of the Eldar. After all, there were few opportunities to enter Comoros, and Slaanesh would definitely want to get as much as possible as soon as possible.

Taylor felt a little uneasy when he thought that the bustling big city would become a dead city in a few days.

But the bigger problem is the constant influx of refugees, be it Eldar, other races, those of unknown identity, or those who can prove their faith in the Emperor.

Comoros is a place full of all kinds of monsters and demons, which gives Taylor a headache.

Although he wanted to use machine guns to attack everyone, Taylor chose some refugees he could trust, gave them food, sandbags, and shovels, and asked them to build fortifications. They escaped?

Run away and become a slave to the devil?
That's definitely not what I want to do.

If you want to eat, you have to work hard.

Taylor had little mercy on these guys.

As for the very few who can prove that they are citizens of the empire, those who were persecuted or came here accidentally, can enjoy a lot of good treatment.

They only need to do some moving and clerical work, depending on their personal ability. Even if they do nothing, the food is not enough to keep them from starving.

In general, it depends on the person. Anyway, I don't like aliens. Those who pay to hire them are considered bosses, and those who can avoid shooting are considered merciful.

After a while, this behavior ensured safety and the imperial refugees could live a better life. Although most of them were slaves, those who could run here were basically healthy people.

There is no such thing as mental illness or missing limbs. Everyone is a lucky person with ability.

It can be considered as a slight increase in defense, although it is almost insignificant.

But before the real show begins, to be honest, Taylor thinks his methods are still not enough.

Firstly, he did not have enough time to deploy too many things, and secondly, he was currently in a foreign country after all, and many of the means he could use in the empire were restricted.

After only a few days of peace, news about the demon invasion began to become clear. Although it was only brought by refugees, the information was enough for Taylor to confirm that several demon troops were approaching.

To be honest, the last time he faced so many enemies, he had the imperial army as cover. Now he can only rely on his own soldiers to resist those demons, and he is indeed a little unsure in his heart.

He didn't want to risk his life for those spirits...

Taylor licked his lips and said, "Is our plasma cage wasting electricity?"

The quartermaster nodded slightly.

"Well," Taylor said.

"Turn that thing off and give weapons and equipment to those gladiators. They're all good fighters and won't waste anything."

"The remaining electricity can be used to charge the laser guns, so we can just give it to the refugees."

"This place is their hometown. Even if they are not used to using human weapons, they have to let me use them!"

"Just ask the Comorian spirits: would they choose to perish with those demons, or continue to smear the mud and plaster? I think those things with noses higher than their eyes would choose the former."

The quartermaster said uncertainly. "Boss, we have Chaos Space Marines in our cell, as well as unstable pirates and notorious looters."

"I'm afraid..."

Taylor replied. "What are you afraid of? Look at those things with growths on their bodies, those things that are neither male nor female."

"That's Slaanesh. Tell those things, if you want to protect your ass, then shoot."

"Secondly, who among the people here doesn't have a grudge against the Eldar? Just say that after the battle, they will be given freedom and a chance for revenge."

"I bet he'll be even more excited than if he'd been injected with chicken blood..."

(End of this chapter)