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Chapter 456 I, the Hammer of the Empire!

Chapter 456 I, the Hammer of the Empire!

The smoke from the bullets cleared, the huge demon's body dissipated, and the dawn of victory seemed to have pierced the heavy sky of Comoros, casting a ray of light on the battle line.

Is this the final word?

Taylor wasn't sure, but at least they were no longer powerless to be crushed and trampled upon, which was definitely a good thing.

Taylor watched the enemy advance, then the greenskins raised their weapons, fighting the Imperial Guard alongside the Eldar Harlequins, firing continuously at the vicious things.

He climbed out of Frenstein and shouted, "Concentrate fire! This place cannot be broken! By the Emperor!"

"Hold the line! Pick up your weapons! Concentrate your fire!"

At this moment, Taylor was extremely impressed that he had inherited old Tychus's loud voice, at least the loudest part.

Perhaps it was because of the Emperor's power that the sound could spread quickly, echoing throughout the battle line, and then quickly and accurately appearing in the ears of every soldier.

Is this the emperor's loudspeaker?

Taylor wasn't sure, nor did he understand how effective his voice was, but at this moment, most of the greenskins and Imperial Guards seemed to be more capable of killing enemies with their loyal guns and chainswords.

Obviously, the machine soul was very happy.

The entire battle line therefore advanced rapidly for a while, but when a Slaanesh Daemon began to approach, the infantry had to slowly disperse their aggressive momentum.

Soon the team formed a posture for a quick retreat, but suddenly, they were like a quickly dispersing school of fish, quickly enveloping the demons and enemies.

After a series of dazzling actions, the devil became a pitiful man stuck in the quagmire.

The big demon, having lost his advantage in mobility, looked extremely embarrassed, and those who were entangled with him were the real elite of the Eldar, those warriors called Harlequins.

Those capable elite soldiers quickly used their high mobility to evade the demon's attacks in incredible postures.

Their bodies moved like rubber, merging and stretching quickly, dodging with incredible postures the heavy punches that were enough to destroy heavy tanks.

Just like humans can easily crack a walnut, but cannot really, quickly, and easily crush a tiny ant.

It was a wonderful dance, and those clowns were more like poisonous stinging bees than ants. Every attack and every dodge would eventually become a wound hanging on the body of the demon.

Moreover, the weapons of the Harlequins are blessed by the God of Laughter, as are their armor and masks. In addition to effectively avoiding the invasions from Slaanesh, they can also weaken the power of Chaos.

The big demon became weaker almost visibly. This was the miracle brought about by the high quality of the infantry line. Secondly, the demons did not expect that those unknown clowns were so powerful.

At the same time, this was also a strategic mistake made by the Demon Prince. After all, even the demons could not fully control such a large army at all times.

In particular, each demon has its own individual consciousness.

Of course, demons have many ways to communicate their will, at least 20 ways if not 13, but generally speaking they cannot accept that method.

Whether it's for the demon lord they serve, their Slaanesh master, or simply the filthy and foolish desires in their own hearts.

They cannot tolerate others prying into their hearts, so they appear so undisciplined, so barbaric and ridiculous.

The ugly things scurried forward, ready to feast on the sweet souls of Eldar and Humans.

But the result surprised them.

Death and collapse cruelly descended upon them. Clearly, they had overestimated their own strength. Even those noble demons hadn't imagined they could become prey. Realizing the change in the tide of battle, the other demons quickly approached the Imperial Guard's position. However, once the Baneblade's cannons were trained on them, the monsters dared no longer act rashly.

They can only watch their brothers or sisters, or brothers/sisters being slowly tortured to death under the blades of the clowns.

The screams that erupted from the big demon were sounds that even a battle-hardened person like Taylor had never heard before. It was like tens of millions of souls were roaring, struggling in pain, wailing and twisting at this moment.

But after hearing such sounds, the dark elves became more energized. To be precise, they were absorbing the pain of the great demon, and these were the Comorians.

Merciless, soulless, ugly beasts, the Eldar of Comoros, the last remnants of civilization...

For the Emperor's sake, Taylor only now realized what kind of monsters he was getting along with. It's just that the demons were more powerful than those elves at this moment.

At this moment, they were almost sure of victory and could almost crush those monsters, as if the Emperor and the Laughing God were really by their side.

When the terrifying demon fell, Taylor almost subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that victory will come as a matter of course, like the most normal thing in the world.

They will once again trample the Chaos Gods under their feet.

But Taylor overlooked one important thing.

That is, the Demon Prince himself is a great demon. Although he does not have that exaggerated body or that intimidating power, the destructive power of a Demon Prince who fights wholeheartedly is no less than that of a great demon.

On the contrary, it will only go higher!
When the chilling sound of horse hooves rang out on the battle front, the long-lasting screams of the great demon suddenly dissipated.

A thing pulled by a grotesque creature made up of half-man, half-horse monsters was quickly carrying a grotesque vehicle that was enough to piss off Euclid to death.

Countless irregular geometric shapes were rapidly moving forward, turning like gears, making it impossible to tell which was up or down, left or right...

A grotesque monster, a demon prince whose gender could not be distinguished, was driving forward. Even though the bloody wind from the battlefield swept across his face, there was no joy on the face of the demon who loved killing.

On the contrary, he felt more angry and disgusted, because the smell of blood floating here was painful, a stench of the devil.

His army had been defeated, and when the news reached him, he didn't believe it at first, but then he soon understood.

There's an old acquaintance here.

That sweet soul was unforgettable to him, but now his heart was filled with anger.

how to say.

He could smell the Emperor's stench emanating from the body of the human he desired.

stench……

It was like the most delicious food was covered in excrement, completely ruined...

nausea!

At this moment, he was no longer happy, only filled with overwhelming anger, which he wanted to vent all the time!

(End of this chapter)

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