Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 447 The Laughing God Drama, Part 2
Taylor's motto has always been to do whatever it takes, although he doesn't like this title and feels that he has always had strong principles.

But to Chaos, to the Imperials, his principles were almost a joke.

After all, Taylor had always been on the Inquisition's potential list as someone who was seriously suspected of corruption.

This hadn't changed since his first encounter with demons and necrons on the forest world.

Loyalty and military achievements can make people give him a break, but suspicion and dissatisfaction always exist.

But overall, Taylor's performance in this area has been impressive, and perhaps he is more suitable to be an Inquisitor than an Imperial Guard.

After all, you have to be more heretical than the heretics to catch the heretics.

Only those who are more alien than the aliens can suppress those things.

This is almost a secret in the galaxy.

That is, success requires no bottom line.

Taylor was very good at this. He prepared cluster bombs, white phosphorus bombs and antimatter bombs for those demons.

There are also some space-cutting bombs cast using the Eldar's space technology, which can cut the entire space for a period of time, but what will happen to the enemies within the explosion range is another matter.

Secondly, regarding the Eldar's vehicles and air force, although Taylor was a little worried about being shot down by demons in the sky, he still chose to launch some fighter jets for reconnaissance.

The effect is unexpectedly good, at least that's what it seems on the surface.

Those demons had no concept of counter-reconnaissance at all. Of course, this could be a trap, but Taylor decided to defend from the beginning, so the intelligence was more valuable as a reference.

Generally speaking, with the Emperor above him, Taylor almost realized that wherever he went, strange things would happen.

This is probably fate...

In other words, that thief Jianqi has caused great harm to mankind!

Of course, despite all the scolding and anger, Taylor could actually accept those things. After all, speaking in hindsight, if there weren't so many troubles, it would be difficult for him to gather enough power to change the world so quickly.

From having nothing to having enough to challenge the gods, although there are countless conspiracies and ridiculous schemes, he is finally qualified to sit at the table.

In this crazy universe, being able to stand up to the table and challenge other beings is something that many people will never be able to do.

Maybe it's just like the saying goes, if God wants to give a man a great task, he must first make him work hard.

Thinking of this, Taylor began to try to look at the current situation from an optimistic or calmer perspective.

But soon, he gave up.

"Fuck his mother!"

Because he saw those damned, vicious demons beginning to gather.

And several never-before-seen demon legions became additional forces and were approaching the arena.

It was a mobile force composed of giant Slaanesh beasts and Slaanesh chariots. They had successfully evaded detection by leveraging their mobility advantage and were now heading towards the core area of Comoros from a blind spot.

Adding the existing Slaanesh demons and succubi, as well as the bat-like purple demons in the sky, the combat power of the demons is enough to match Taylor's expectations.

Not to mention the large number of Slaanesh Eldar followers, wriggling their bodies and approaching the arena with the Eldar's poison crystal rifles and various weapons and equipment.

They were led by the Champion of Slaanesh, and it might not matter to them that the Eldar from the Cult of Slaanesh betrayed their brothers and relatives.

This kind of character can be said to be inherited from the elves, and it can even be said to be the source of the collapse of this race.

Now Taylor had to admit that the troops he currently had were probably not enough to resist those things.

Of course, war is definitely not about size, but winning with fewer means is not Taylor's style after all.

Without time to build adequate defensive works, Taylor devoted most of his energy and resources to the orcs.

The expansion of those crude and simple defense systems took only a few days. For the sake of those scarce tactical depths, the greenskins worked almost day and night. Of course, the results were also amazing.

With the joint assistance of the two Kriegs and Taylor, the defensive warfare expert, a large number of green-skin-style buildings, watchtowers and fortresses, as well as those big Kakas, were ready.

For the greenskins, demons are not scary. They naively believe that those demons are toys spit out by God for them to play with. Of course, nowadays, they are probably spit out by the Emperor and God.

The irony is that no one can deny their beliefs, and those greenskins are the reason why Taylor dares to expand his large-scale depth now.

The continuous fortresses and huge defensive depth, the two-kilometer-long meat grinder, all have green skins as their bodies, gears, blades and covers.

They want to put the demons into this hell like fish meat, chew them up, and spit them out as pieces of fish paste.

Of course, even so, the number is still insufficient. Taylor needs enough troops to maintain the threat of tactical depth, and when it comes to mobile warfare and guerrilla warfare, the Slaanesh Demons are true experts.

Even if gladiators joined the war, there were never enough men.

Taylor now wished he could borrow some alien hands to use, even though he had already done it.

After a meaningless and inconclusive combat meeting, Taylor was almost fed up with the current predicament and anxiety.

He hurriedly began to patrol the fortresses and trenches, hoping to gain some peace of mind, at least when he saw those machine guns, which were at least one of the few reliable things.

Taylor walked beside the battle lines, smelling the unique smell of the war engine, the smoke and gunfire, which was almost intoxicating.

And he soon saw several Eldar walking within the battle line, while a familiar lady said.

"You humans are always like this."

"Digging up the streets of the Comoros and covering themselves with mud is both useful and barbaric."

Taylor turned around and said, "Madam Archon, you are the protected one now. Just hide behind me."

"Warfare isn't your forte anymore."

"Killing and pillaging are."

"Most importantly, I need you to pay for my army."

The lady consul replied, "No, it was paid by my mother."

"Let me be born a warrior."

"Before I have to grow up for my family, before I become an adult, this is one last time I can be as crazy as my mother."

"It's today."

"Protect Comoros, protect this hometown that I don't like but must exist, and protect those stupid and ridiculously arrogant compatriots."

She now asked, "Human, has this trip to the Comoros changed you?"

"For us, for the Eldar?"

Taylor said bluntly, "I have a new understanding of your depravity and your humanity."

"But, I still hope from the bottom of my heart that you will all be wiped out..."

The Archon smiled and replied, "That's good. This is the perfect state."

"Let us fight each other till death!"

She made the most romantic confession, perhaps due to the natural elegance of the Eldar, which always made people's hearts flutter.

But when the stench of demons wafted from the skyline, Taylor responded with his weapon. "Next time!"

(End of this chapter)