Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 457 Demon Prince
A demon prince, that's a lot of trouble, especially when he attacks with anger and hatred.

The Daemon Chariot speeds like the wind, and with the Aegis of Slaanesh it can deflect most enemy shots.

I'm sorry, even the "most" advanced and greatest Eldar technology in the entire universe can hardly be separated from the carrier of "matter", in other words.

These are simply hotter, larger spears and arrows, and because they are mixed with plasma and heat, they are more easily twisted.

Relatively speaking, those high-tech weapons may not be as good as the simple and crude green weapons and equipment. At least those green guys' stuff can really get close to the demon chariot with my thinking and waghh's position.

The irony is that the Greenskins are actually more of a threat to the Daemons than the Eldar's weapons of war.

Those green war monsters from the Ancients are almost almighty warriors. Not only do they have their own plans and characteristics in each tribe, but they also have their own means to fight against the warp and psychic power.

Taylor felt more than once that accepting those greenskins was the smartest decision he made. Even though those green things caused him trouble most of the time, he was thankful that they could reduce his burden now!
However, the Demon Prince's chariot is not only extremely fast, but also has great lethality. Even the clowns of the Eldar find it difficult to get close to that monster engine.

The suspended gear-shaped serrated blades are sharper than any human-made chainsaw swords, and the shields composed of demonic psychic energy are more powerful than any energy shield.

To be precise, even if a huge cannon hit him right in the center, the demon prince would not fall like the big devil. Now the battle line is shrinking rapidly with his joining.

Taylor looked at the unbridled appearance of the demon chariot and couldn't help but tap his head in thought.

"Think of a way, think of a way..."

He racked his brains, and countless ideas popped up, many of which were funny and absurd, many of which were complicated and strange, but none of them could be considered useful or effective.

Until he realized the gem in his pocket, as fate would have it, a bizarre and almost impossible word crept into his mind.

"Single challenge?"

He muttered the word to himself, thinking about the possibility of this matter.

For example, the gem that once sealed the devil can weaken the prince's power, while the light of the Emperor in his body can give him the power to resist or even defeat the devil prince.

Apparently, this isn't such a bad idea.

But Taylor could feel that all fate seemed to be controlled by something in the dark.

He really wanted to rush forward and solve the problem like a meteor, and he also wanted to be quick and sharp and kill his opponent like a blade.

At this moment, he breathed rapidly and cursed the heavens fiercely. "Damn Laughing God, you and that thief Tzeentch are the same kind of bastard!"

As if venting his inner dissatisfaction, many dirty words kept popping out, but the old Franstein still gradually began to move.

As for its goal, it is obvious.

At this moment, on the upper floors of the Comoros Arena, a noble lady holding a purple silk folding fan said with a smile.

“Everything went according to the script.”

"That human is about to die." A hint of regret flashed through her words.

"I will obtain the Demon Crystal. That power will be enough for me to rule Comoros, and the Eldar will continue to survive for the next tens of thousands of years."

The noblewoman spoke into a translucent crystal ball. "What gift did you give the Emperor to make him willing to hand over such a powerful man as our sacrifice?"

The crystal ball flickered, and a robotic voice replied, "Sacrifice?"

"Eldar, your brain is even worse than my old friend's. He just put human skin on his body, but you are too old to tell the difference."

The lady's delicate brows knitted slightly. "What do you mean? In other words, what do you think?"

The robotic voice replied. "A chess piece, indeed, but we are hardly chess players." "I belong to the Silent King, you to the Laughing God, and he to the Emperor."

"Sacrificial lamb? Not from the beginning!"

"You subconsciously look down on humans, especially those who have not been transformed."

"It seems that you are going to make wedding clothes for others this time."

The mechanized voice was filled with mockery and ridicule, causing the Eldar lady's anger to boil in her chest.

She said with a slight seriousness, "Humans are humans, foolish and ridiculous, and the undead are undead, stubborn and unrepentant."

"If you ask me, according to the script, his ridiculous engine and ridiculous metal mount will be torn apart in the first confrontation with the Demon Prince, turning into metal fragments and scattered all over the ground."

"Those brothers and friends of his will be the first step in the sacrifice. Of course, then he will become a true living saint, someone who has renounced everything."

"Look, this is a great show, a grand show, a story that will amaze you, it will make you claps your hands in amazement... you won't want to leave..."

At this point, the woman's tone, which was slightly regretful, became heavier, and only the mechanical voice answered.

"Ha! By the Silent King, I'm not like you. I won't make a mistake!"

At this point, the first clash began, and the woman's beautiful eyes swept across the ground, watching the Empire's engines and the Demon's weapons collide with each other.

She thought the climax would come next, but something disgusting happened.

The stage seemed to be out of control. The Demon Prince's chariot was instantly destroyed by that bizarre thing. Amidst the teeth-grinding roar, Frenstein, like a beetle full of fighting spirit, declared victory.

The Demon Prince she favored was thrown to the ground by the chariot like a stray dog. Taylor did not pursue him at this moment, but quickly got off his chariot.

Violent cheers replaced the fighting front. Now, whether it was demons, elves, greenskins, or humans, they were all calling for a destined but completely different word.

"Duel! Duel! Duel!"

At this moment, the lady laughed happily. "Oh my God! That monkey always surprises me!"

"What will happen next? Will the ceremony go on as planned? Or will the demons triumph?"

"God of Laughter, I haven't been this happy in thousands of years!"

Now the robotic voice mocked. "You are a lunatic."

The lady retorted.

"You too, dear."

"I should have been wary when a highly respected Necromancer recommended this human to me."

“I didn’t expect that he was really different.”

"Right?"

"Emperor Settra?"

"The last Necrontyr King?"

(End of this chapter)