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Chapter 451 Demon-breaking Poison Blade!

It is obvious that the Eldar's proposal and technology are completely unreliable. This plan cannot even be carried out and is almost impossible to pass.

Taylor could only put this strange thing in his pocket. After all, he was more or less a saint of the empire, so naturally he had some power to exorcise demons and break evil spirits.

It was about the same whether he kept it in his pocket or in the crypt of the Imperial Cathedral, even considering the many times Chaos relics had been stolen.

His pocket was probably much safer than those places.

At least he has 24-hour orc guards and a large amount of defensive resources, while the Imperial Church is useless except for being infiltrated.

But now the demons were approaching quickly, and the moment flames appeared on the battle line, Taylor had to think about what to do.

He had no firepower at his disposal to threaten the Great Demon, no Imperial Navy, no large numbers of armored units, and no living saints.

Neither did Space Marines.

It can be said that Taylor does not have enough firepower to kill the Great Daemon, even though the vitality of the Great Daemon of Slaanesh is far less than that of the Great Unclean One.

Dark matter cannons and space bombs cannot attack those things. Although the demons are huge, they are not bulky. On the contrary, they have the gifts of the gods and the power of the subspace.

That huge body is far less heavy and reckless than people think. On the contrary, each of those Slaanesh Daemons is a master of gymnastics and can dodge attacks like a mollusk.

As a creature of the Warp, any attack that does not wipe out most of its body at once will be considered ineffective.

Of course, the psychic energy generated by dark matter shells and waaagh positions is very effective against the great demons, and a large number of giant artillery shells from the Empire can also effectively delay the enemy's advance.

This is not a dead end, it just lacks the core force to make the final decision.

Apart from……

Emperor's Poison Blade...

This is a way to break the deadlock, an ultra-heavy mobile fortress, but one poison blade against four big demons, this is not an honor that can be solved by a Terra Star Badge.

Even though the muzzle of the Poison Blade has been modified and its maneuverability is stronger, it still requires sufficient assistance and opportunities to ensure that the Poison Blade's main gun kills with one shot!
Of course, such an opportunity can only be obtained with the blessing of the emperor.

And four times, four times in total.

The best way is to catch them all in one fell swoop and eliminate the target within the range of the poison blade, but this definitely won't work in a complex urban area.

He needed to reduce the war to the gates of the Comoros Arena and gamble all his strength on victory...

This idea almost scared Taylor immediately. He felt it was unreliable at first, and then he felt confused and helpless.

His frontal troops had no way to deal with the big demon, so he could only resort to such a sinister trick.

If they win, things will be resolved from a big problem to a small one, but if they lose, they will lose valuable tactical depth in an instant.

The high-explosive shells used by the Poison Blade, which can effectively destroy flesh tissue, are slow to reload, and even if the secondary gun is enhanced with dark matter, its power requires an accurate hit on the upper body of the demon to ensure a kill.

Can a miracle happen four times?
It's choking.

Taylor had to give up this tempting plan, just like looking at a fragrant bun, unable to tell whether it was filled with fresh meat or something strange.

No matter how hungry he was, he dared not take a bite.

Now Taylor has to think about another problem.

After all, Comoros wasn't part of the Empire, and those aliens were just mortal beasts. If they were to escape, they could just take a ship back to the Empire.

As for webway travel?

The greenskins under his command have also conducted relevant research. Generally speaking, when the coordinates are roughly determined, there can be an error of several light years, but it is not fatal.

It would be nice to run to other places along the Internet when the time comes. At least as long as the green mountains are there, there will be no shortage of firewood.

But this idea came and went quickly. When the greenskins pushed Franstein closer, the modified behemoth instantly attracted the precious gaze of the helpless Taylor.

To be precise, the greenskins didn't modify it much, but their creation is so eye-catching.

Frenstein's ram is reinforced by the Eldar's molecular blades, an ancient technology with astonishing attack power, and the most important thing is actually the waahg field generator.

In addition to being extremely strong, the spiritual bone material also has the ability to conduct psychic energy. The genius fart spirit now talks about his own design.

With this structure, Frenstein's huge horns make its shape, which is originally similar to that of a rhinoceros beetle, even wilder, and the white substance similar to bones makes the thick horns at the front even sharper.

A large amount of waagh psychic energy can be quickly channeled into it and then transformed into a blade that can cut through everything, including demons.

If the previous poison blade was a miracle forged with the Eldar technology as a template, now this is a creation with the greenskin psychic energy as the main body and the Eldar technology as the auxiliary.

Its form is wild and violent, powerful yet possessing a subtle beauty. From an artistic perspective, those fossil-like cross-sections of its bones can even be described as breathtakingly beautiful...

At the same time as Frenstein returned to his position, Taylor also noticed that a part of the Eldar had gathered a lot of troops, including those with the Eldar's D-shaped mobile artillery vehicles and fast armored vehicles equipped with prism cannons (lasers).

Those vehicles have decent shield generators. Although they are plasma shields, they are enough to resist the enemy's physical attacks, and their soul defects can be solved by waagh stance wrapping.

Experiments in this area have been proven reliable by the Fart Master, and he also persuaded the Archon Lady's war convoy to join the attack.

To be honest, the addition of such troops did give Taylor a lot of unnecessary courage.

It's better than working for half a month for nothing...

Taylor hates working for nothing!

After much thought and looking at the chips in his hand, to be honest, although Taylor loses nine times out of ten, he is sure to win every time he gambles his life.

For the Emperor's sake, all-in is a horribly addictive behavior.

Either kill the enemy in one go, or be killed by the enemy. Now that the demons have gone all in, why doesn't he come?
Although it sounds a bit childish, looking at Ferenstein's new corner does indeed ignite an inexplicable confidence in my heart...

Taylor swallowed, then said, "By the Emperor!"

"Maybe sometimes fate is destined to go crazy, and my luck has always been good."

"If I win this time, Slaanesh will probably never be able to bother me for the rest of my life..."

Taylor doesn't like having a demon chasing his butt every day, especially when that thing is about the size of a horse or a donkey!

Thinking of this, he plucked up the courage and said to his brothers!

"Tactical retreat! Clear the stage for the God of Laughter..."

(End of this chapter)