Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 453: Clown Troupe, Part 2
The Harlequins are the oldest religious group of the Eldar, or more precisely, the Space Marines, or Astartes Brothers, are also the oldest religious group, but the latter are loyal and powerful, while the former are just a large circus in the galaxy.

The good news is that their strength is unquestionable. Even if their main job is not war and fighting, bloody killing is a compulsory course for them.

After all, there can be no kissing and killing in the God of Laughter’s stage play, just like there can be no music in a musical.

Those single-molecule Eldar chainsaw swords were also roaring, and their humming engines were burning the Eldar's dark matter fuel.

Taylor felt that the stuff was much worse than the Empire's promethium, at least that was the only way he could comfort himself.

But through the telescope, the sight of those comically dark killers ripping out the demon's entrails with ancient weaponry is truly a joy to watch.

Now those wonderful dancers are performing incomprehensible maneuvers and movements to a ballet that humans cannot understand.

Were they dodging arcane missiles fired by demons? That searing plasma?

Taylor was quite curious about the effect of the Empire's melta and plasma guns on them. After all, as an elite force of a damn alien race, Taylor still needed to be wary of them.

This is the duty of Imperial officers and the mission of the Imperial Guard.

While he was earning extra money on the infamous Comoros, he was caught up in a demonic attack deep within the Webway.

Rarely seen in a million years!
He is a real disaster!
Now the question is, are those ridiculous things the enemy?
They can fight demons, imperials, and elves. As long as their gods are happy, they can do whatever they want without any bottom line.

And how is Tyler supposed to decipher the insane words of a giant, ancient, almost 10-year-old clown god?
He is not a prophet!
Taylor looked at the section about Harlequins on the tactical tablet. That information was from the alien atlas given to him by the Inquisition. At least the Inquisition was reliable.

They were doing their duty before they shot an honest merchant for mixing Tau equipment with his goods, and they were even more so after they shot him!

He swiped his finger across the tablet quickly, hoping the Cogitator's computing device wouldn't freeze; after all, it had been a while since he last saw Guilliman and talked to the Mechanicus.

This matter is related to the unpleasantness between Guilliman and the Mechanicus, and there are also many conflicts between the Regent and Archmagos Cawl.

Apparently, the personal life and connections of the revered Primarch of the Emperor's Children were a mess.
Taylor had to think about whether he should switch to Lion King's men. At least apart from the fact that he worked in the dark, the old man's personality could be compared to King Arthur of 40 thousand years.

But the good news is that today's Thinker had no unhappy machine spirits, and he found valuable information about those strange clowns.

Midnight Tragedy, or Midnight Tragedy Gun Troupe.

They have appeared in the eyes of the Empire more often, and according to the observations of scholars of the Human Empire, their core goal is to fight against Chaos.

They were born at the moment of Slaanesh's birth and are the core force of the God of Laughter. What's ironic is that these guys simply enjoy the cruel fate of the Eldar.

In the Comoros tour poster, these guys’ specialty is “Fall of the Eldar”!
This behavior is quite ironic, after all, making oneself a joke is obviously a perfect subject for comedians.

I don't know whether those who watch the play are happy or regard it as a tragedy.

However, the red and blue color scheme, with dark colors as the main theme, the white mask of the laughing god, the slender body, and the posture of killing demons are indeed full of charm. Taylor already regretted that he had been obsessed with making money or managing his clients' arena instead of truly enjoying the theater.

At least the Eldar's theater is much more exaggerated than the largest human theater, Terra, and the scale of its plot is indescribable!
Disembowelment and killing, even explicit sex and mating, as long as the plot meets the requirements, those guys will all be put on the screen!
Oh, crazy alien.

Taylor always felt that he was a little too conservative when facing the Eldar, even though he was a complete radical within the Empire.

He said uncertainly to the green-skinned scooter troops under his opponent. "Let's move on to the next step. I think those clowns are attractive enough."

The greenskins responded via radio. "No, no, no! Boss, we don't want to go down and cooperate with those bitches!"

Taylor couldn't help but ask, "You greens don't have gender, do you?"

A bold green warlord replied, "He who keeps company with vermilion becomes vermilion!"

Do they even know idioms? Taylor almost laughed out loud at the cultural studies class he'd arranged. Apparently, those ugly dark green races didn't need knowledge, especially not the kind that could refute him.

Fortunately, he knew very well how to solve such "soldier failures". At least he had seen the "Greenskin Primarch" Saraka the Bonebreaker deal with it in this way.

Sometimes it is respectful to abandon the imperial style and respect other people's customs.

Taylor, imitating his former commissar Tychus, shouted, "Boy! If your bones still want to stay where they are, charge!"

"Otherwise, I'll show you what a bomb feels like! From the Supervisory Team! Put the heavy bombs behind them!"

This was naturally a joke. The explosive bombs were worth a fortune and should not be wasted, and the greenskins knew very well that their human boss would not do that.

But they could hear how angry this guy was. At least compared to the angry leader, the elves also looked more handsome.

This was followed by the engine sounds of green dirty cars, the roar of large war fortresses and heavy garbage trucks modeled after the Imperial poison blades, the roar of green tanks, and the iconic heavy metal music.

However, the biggest problem is that their war engines are not protected by the Emperor, and their attack power against demons is not high.

At least it is far less powerful than those clowns and living saints who are good at psychic powers.

But it's better than nothing. This tactic is just like Tian Ji's horse racing, at least when good horses are competing against good horses.

The last bit of tactical depth on this plain must be defended, otherwise the Comoros Grand Arena and Taylor's alien employer will be doomed!
At that time, he can only settle accounts with other conspiracy groups in Comoros, that is, rob those guys whose families were destroyed by the devil.

Hopefully he'll find something valuable by then.

However, he thought he should spend less time with the greenskins and Fenrisians, and frankly said that his thinking was becoming more and more like a bandit.

But the good news is that the addition of those greenskins not only curbed the advance of the demons, but also scared those clowns!
It seems that even in the script of the God of Laughter, there are unexpected things.
Taylor obviously doesn't like being played like a fool.
(End of this chapter)