Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 454: Clown Troupe, Part 3
The green dirty cars and engines swept across the ground like a violent natural disaster, with a strong waagh.

Such a large number of green vehicles seemed like incredible magic, accumulated in the fastest time by modifying various Eldar and Imperial vehicles.

Those things were fast and accurate, and good at close combat, disrupting the huge bodies of the Slaanesh Demon and the Slaanesh Demon almost in an instant.

The brutal war vehicles successfully completed their goals, and then the greenskins quickly put away their desires, their longing for war and fighting, and began to build vehicle barriers on the spot.

Several huge machines were put together to form temporary bunkers and fortresses, and war engines were spliced together one by one using hooks and unhooks.

Dozens of artillery batteries faced all directions without blind spots, and at this point, the demons had reached a depth from which they could not retreat.

The Slaanesh Daemons were compelled to press forward to complete their mission, even if the vanguard was defeated.

However, the manpower of demons is always cheap, and they will soon be able to accumulate more power by relying on the subspace rifts.

At this moment, Taylor, with his soldiers and poison blades, quickly approached the war fortress composed of greenskins and began to organize the next battle.

But compared to the enemies, it seems that potential allies are more troublesome now.

There are more and more of those smiling masked creatures. Are they also here in Comoros? Or are we preparing for a different kind of drama than usual?

No one can guarantee what those aliens will do, as ridiculous as their names are.

Taylor couldn't tolerate being stabbed in the back, so he tentatively sent friendly signals to those guys through psychic energy and radio.

But after a few minutes there was no response. When Taylor began to feel disappointed, he found a yellow smiley face ticket on his office desk.

Frankly speaking, this was creepy. A monster that was comparable to the Custodes walked into his office with such brazenness?
Secondly, the convenient and durable assembled iron table is his favorite. It is one of the gifts given to him by his former comrades. It is not only sturdy and durable, but also contains many clever ideas.

It was purely handmade. In an empire with a very poor light industry, such good stuff was not cheap. Given the thoughtfulness behind it, it was particularly uncomfortable to be touched by the alien.

Taylor really wanted to ask what his guards were doing, even though those greenskins and veterans had been doing a good job.

Now, he picked up the ticket from the table and looked at the Gothic words on it.

[The Fall of the Eldar, starting anytime, address...]

[Two kilometers southwest of the human command room.]

Taylor had to admit, it was humorous.

But he also had to know that he was practically being ridiculed.

If he doesn't go, it will seem like he is scared, but if he goes, it will be difficult to guarantee his real safety.

“My Lord, the Emperor,” Taylor said to himself, stopping his wandering thoughts.

"I'm getting increasingly tired of those guys who beat around the bush..."

Taylor didn't ask anyone to follow him and drove there alone in an Imperial SUV.

The demons were advancing slowly, so this place was relatively safe, with the bumpy ground full of trenches and holes.

This road is not easy to drive, but it is safe. Looking at the increasing number of demons in the distance and the huge body of the Great Demon of Slaanesh that covers the sky, Taylor couldn't help but step on the accelerator.

The good news is that even on the battle line, two kilometers is not too far.

In just about ten minutes, he could see the camps of the elves.

To be precise, it was a beautiful temporary theater with a complete ticket office and ticket checking counter, and dozens of clowns were rehearsing on a simple open-air stage.

Even with the equipment, it would take a while to build such a place, but it looked like the Eldar had finished it in just a few minutes. Now Taylor got out of the car like a person watching a show and handed the tickets in his pocket to the Eldar.

The slender, grotesque clowns in tights smiled, or perhaps their masks smiled, and so defined their features.

Overall, it was creepy. When the ticket inspector took the ticket, Taylor approached the open-air stage, which was almost out of place on the battlefield. There were people selling popcorn and hot dogs.

His seat was almost in the first row of the stage, or rather, the place was already full.

The seats were filled with clowns, wearing masks, looking strange, and staring at the stage.

After Taylor took his seat, a clown said in barely any Gothic accent, "Want a sausage? Sir, it's only 3 credits right now!"

Taylor ordered one, even the standard Grox meat one, processed the Imperial way.

And he had only chewed twice when bright and strange alien music sounded on the stage.

Under the intense music, several wise men slowly danced the prophetic dance and began to speak in Gothic.

"Eighteen thousand years ago."

"The galaxy is flourishing, and the Eldar are unifying the universe..."

Then came the usual stories: the Eldar became decadent and extravagant, with internal divisions and rebellions, and finally the birth of Slaanesh.

All hope turns to despair, all future turns to nothingness, and finally becomes chaos.

When the performance ended, the crew gave their thanks and all the Eldar applauded, except for Tyler, who ate a large sausage with a blank expression.

The main actor of the play, a clown dressed as an Eldar sage, came over and asked, "What's wrong with us, our distinguished guest?"

Taylor replied. "You glossed over the details of the Webway and the Black Library, while also completely catastrophizing Slaanesh, minimizing the drama and conflict."

"Secondly, the human costume at the end of the Eye of Terror is just terrible. Those ceramite armors look like they were ripped off a battlefield!"

The lead actor said awkwardly, "It seems our guest is indeed as mysterious as the rumors say."

“When can we perform a piece related to you?”

He spoke with interest, then repeated, "Since the performance failed to satisfy our distinguished guests, it is obvious that we should take more reasonable remedial measures."

"Like driving away the demons from Comoros?"

Taylor scoffed. "That's why you guys put on a bad show, put it that way."

"I want you to help me with things in the future. Just three things."

The leading actor looked embarrassed.

Then Taylor struck while the iron was hot. "It's simple. I can offer you a completely new and even more exciting show."

He stuck close to the leading actor and muttered to himself.

"A story of the Emperor and his Primarch, the fall of a nascent Imperium, but with greater drama and without the secrets that would offend you."

"As for the name of the play? How about calling it Magnus?"

The actor hesitated, then replied, "Two helpings!"

(End of this chapter)