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Chapter 449: The Fateful Relationship with the Demon Prince of Slaanesh
I think I can, this sentence means that those magical things will become a pile of scrap metal after they leave Taylor's army.

Frankly speaking, the design concept of Greenskin is probably correct.

It can even be said that many technologies that sound unscientific and like magic are actually just problems of materials science.

For example, the ability to transmit energy quickly without loss, or being stronger and lighter than similar materials, such advantages are so-called technological advantages.

The essence of civilization is that wooden spears cannot defeat bronze spears, bronze cannot defeat iron swords, and iron swords cannot defeat firearms.

Nowadays, it's probably that the ejector gun is not as good as the laser gun, the laser is not as good as the plasma, and so on.
In other words, the power of my thinking is exaggerated enough.

Even if we use primitive thinking, stone spears made as strong as steel would be enough to crush other civilizations of the same period.

This is the secret of the greenskins' enduring success. Give them scrap metal and they will give you a space fleet.

This is why the greenskins are so popular. Their power is the pinnacle of psychic and material technology left by the ancients.

As long as you can crack the secrets of the greenskins, your race will be able to obtain technology comparable to that of the Eldar and Necrons at their peak, and gain a foundation that is slightly beyond the dark technological age of mankind.

It was a perfect path out of the warp and artificial intelligence, but as a latecomer, the only asset left by the ancient saints, and the assets scattered all over the ground, looked so barbaric and vulgar.

The worst part is that their sophisticated waagh stance and body structure are so exaggerated that to other races, they look like something out of entertainment literature!

Only guys in cartoons are as weird as the greenskins.

But Taylor was probably the only one in a short period of time that the greenskins wanted to use for their own purposes, and he did enjoy the exaggerated power of the ancient saints' legacy.

Whether it is the strengthening of the body by the Waagh stance, or the exaggerated technological power of the greenskins and the means of the Waagh stance.

That was an exaggerated method that was enough to force the unruly Eldar technology onto Imperial weapons!
Now the Baneblade tank is the embodiment of greenskin power, and the good news is that it has become indeed easy to use and powerful.

The bad news is that if this thing leaves the main force, perhaps even thousands of kilometers away, as long as the psychic energy cannot radiate to it, this Emperor Poison Blade will turn into a suicide truck.

Obviously, geniuses like Kaul are rare. At least the weapons and equipment he makes will not explode when the man and the machine are separated.

Taylor had to lament that he had ruined an Imperial super-heavy tank, and he was sure that the greenskin was not capable of changing her back.

What the hell!

But Taylor couldn't help but speak. "Change my Flannstein like this too."

No matter how much I resist in my heart, facing the irresponsible increase in performance and firepower, it is delicious, really delicious...

Looking at the green car's excited look, Taylor actually felt a little regretful, but when he thought about his beloved car becoming even more waahg, he was actually half expectant and half worried.

Now he can only turn a blind eye and hope that this matter will be over soon, but according to the efficiency of the greenskins, it will definitely not be slow.

At the same time, this victory allowed them to expand their strategic depth once again, although they had lost the advantage of mines and it would take time to produce enough dark matter.

But Taylor actually believes that the demons are no longer capable of launching a second full-scale war in the short term.

For example, Slaanesh's few heavy units, such as Slaanesh Beasts and Slaanesh Chariots, are barely comparable to Imperial light tanks.

It had the same defensive capability as the Salamander Tank, but it was completely lost in this attack.

Taylor couldn't think of anything else the Slaanesh Daemons could attack. After all, this was trench warfare, a meat grinder! Even with ten times the number of troops, they would still be easily defeated. Furthermore, with the support of the Eldar and the Greenskins, Taylor was already on par with the Daemons on paper.

Moreover, his subordinates are not ordinary people who go crazy when they see demons, but tough guys who have experienced the Battle of Lion Gate, defeated the great demon Kugath, and know part of the history of the empire.

Their experiences may be beyond the reach of many Space Marines, and they are not just background characters like most mortals, but are truly fighting as the main force.

It turns out that artillery and lasers can also kill demons, and their bodies are not omnipotent.

In such a situation, the most sensible choice for those demons is to retreat.

Leave Comoros quickly, return to the warp like a broken-back dog, plead with their mother goddess, and find a few androgynous demons to lick each other's wounds.

To be honest, Taylor has already started thinking about how to improve the soldiers' food, such as opening a tea room so that soldiers can drink hot coffee and black tea when they have nothing to do.

Or provide bathing.

At the same time, the food rationing system was changed from wartime to the rear, so that one person could eat like the president in a day.

Anyway, just treat it like a vacation.

He has plenty of supplies and time, while the demons have to face the counterattack of the entire Comoros. Several major families of the Dark Eldar are activating their war reserves, including a large number of aircraft and ancient incarnations of Khaine.

Those ancient devices and engines are enough to defeat the demonic attack.

Taylor could almost imagine how wonderful it would be to watch the smoke and the war, and then enjoy hot coffee and black tea...

But good dreams are hard to last, at least not before the disturbing vibrations and music came.

They were huge demons, almost 20 meters tall, and seemed to almost block out the sky.

There are about four great demons, which is almost a blood cost for Slaanesh.

Those strange creatures with horns and pincers, one side of their bodies male and the other female, came from the most evil subspace in the entire universe.

The question now is, why did those things gather here instead of choosing to attack other elves?
Taylor was filled with doubts at the moment, but the answer soon became obvious. His telescope saw a conspicuous chariot in the night distance.

The beautiful woman stood on it, waving a long thorn-like whip, and Taylor was almost familiar with it.

He had seen him, or her, before, in the destroyed place, the hell called Cadia.

A demon prince, and a fate that belongs only to him.

Taylor understood now why the Emperor had allowed him to be here by chance, apparently.

He needed to make a break with Slaanesh.

Taylor asked the cult girl at this moment, while pointing his laser gun at her head again.

"Now it's time to choose. Will you choose your master, or me?"

(End of this chapter)