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Chapter 458: I, defy fate and change my destiny? Part 1
A collision, a change of fate, a slight change...

To the gods, those ridiculously trivial things have now become so obsessive.

At least a mortal should never, and cannot, possess enough power to change the galaxy.

But even the slightest vibration caused by a drop of water on the string may be enough to make the entire piece of music no longer exactly the same.

After all, the entire score is so grand and broad that that one touch seems so exaggerated.

Of course, this slight change requires Taylor to give his all. To be precise, when he stood in front of the Demon Prince, his brain almost stopped working.

Obviously Taylor doesn't want to be the hero, but he is the only one who has the ability and motivation to do so.

He kept muttering, "Fate, fate, you have ruined me terribly."

He gripped the Kraken's Fang, the chainsaw hissing and roaring as the engine turned.

Like a vicious fang, it is waiting for the opportunity to draw the devil's blood.

The demon prince got up from the ground in a panic and asked angrily, "Mortal, how dare you pull me off the chariot?"

His words were rapid but still charming, with an indescribable and vicious tone to be exact.

It was something his father Slaanesh had given him, something he was born with and would never change. He was quite content with it, but now he just hated that the voice wasn't scary enough.

At least in his eyes, Taylor's current appearance was far from scary.

His resentment was complex, a mixture of anger at mortals for attacking him and anger at what he believed to be his possessions being ruined by the Emperor.

Perhaps it was because the toy he had his eyes on was covered in mud, so he would rather destroy it completely than let it continue to exist. After all, in his eyes, Taylor was his own property.

Not even prey and hunter, but possession and master.

He considered himself superior to mankind, superior to all creatures in the material world, and superior to those reckless and ridiculous barbaric things.

He looked at Taylor with almost undisguised contempt, and if it had been purposeful and possessive before, it was probably anger now.

He raised his purple whip and moved forward quickly.

But in fact, for Taylor, he is now extremely scared, afraid that this thing will eat him up.

He held his breath, raised the blade, and gripped the bolter in his left hand like a pistol before rapidly firing at the Demon Prince.

The powerful recoil caused his arms, which had been strengthened by various powers, to bend. Frankly speaking, it was the first time that he missed the power armor from Sage Cawl so much.

Even though those things have almost no benefit to him now, the joints and metal structure can effectively alleviate the burden of firing with one hand.

His current shooting speed is definitely not fast, and can even be barely considered as a distraction. The projectiles carrying the power of the Emperor can indeed break through the demon's shield, but will soon be knocked away by the braid that is as flexible as its limbs.

To be precise, it was the first time that Taylor saw a weapon like a whip appear on the battlefield. This thing is definitely not a useful weapon of war, but in the hands of this demon, it is as easy to use as his own arm.

Even under such an attack, he could still rely on that seemingly ordinary whip to remain invincible.

Those bombs that were extremely powerful to mortals seemed insignificant in his eyes.

Taylor was almost at a loss for words. He didn't know how to deal with that thing, which looked so dangerous and terrifying. He raised his chainsaw, and the fangs of the Kraken touched the aggressive whip of Slaanesh. The blades clashed, and the barbs on the whip sizzled.

Fireworks flew for a moment, but the Slaanesh demon's weapon did not break. On the contrary, it became faster and sharper due to the sharp friction.

The blades rubbed against each other, making a hissing sound. The demon prince smiled and said, "It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. A mortal's strength cannot withstand my great power, and I am no different from my master."

His words were sharp and rapid, and he spoke without hesitation.

As if these words had triggered something, the slender, hair-like blade on the whip began to spin rapidly, causing even the indestructible Kraken's blade to begin to make a curling and awkward sound.

The promethium burner from the green-skinned tech master was roaring and wailing.

The distortion caused the Kraken's Fang to stop quickly, but Taylor was not afraid. He held the chainsaw sword with both hands at the same time, and a strong light flashed.

The light was not strong, or even unclear unless one looked carefully, but it could cause anomalies in the real universe, which was equivalent to the means of psychic magic.

At first glance, the green, purple, and gold seemed strange, but the colors blended together successfully, turning into the same colors as the Astra Militarum armor on Taylor's body.

It was like dark green but slightly different. It was a very beautiful color, low-key and simple. At the same time, the three forces intertwined, causing the extinguished Kraken's fang to rotate again.

Under the Demon Prince's astonished gaze, the power tore apart his thorn whip and then quickly shot towards him.

The Demon Prince was afraid but not scared, because he actually had considerable experience, especially when facing such alien power.

But before his spiritual energy could gather, a purple gem floated up in the air and began to absorb the many blessings and miracles from Taylor and the Demon Prince's bodies.

At this moment, Taylor turned into an ordinary Imperial soldier, and the Demon Prince turned into a young Slaanesh demon.

The fangs of the Kraken have been transformed into tattered chainswords, and the whip of thorns may not be as powerful as the demon's natural claws.

As for the explosive bomb, it can indeed be used, but Taylor can no longer use it.

His only weapons became a laser pistol and a tactical knife.

The two people looked at each other at this moment, and the purple gem completely isolated the surroundings.

This place has become like a strange undead pocket space, and the only two living beings in it are the Demon Prince and Taylor.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment, and the Demon Prince said, "My body is stronger than yours, and I've experienced it once."

"Damn Necrotech! I should have known it was on you. Eldar and Necromancer, both deserved death..."

Taylor took a deep breath, picked up his chainsword, and said, "As much as I hate to admit it, the situation hasn't improved much, but those alien technologies have certainly helped."

"I don't know how long my ridiculous body's protection can last..."

"It can be considered a blessing in disguise. At least you are a creature of the Warp, and your ability to contain the power of faith is much greater than mine."

"But you really are unpopular. You've offended the elves, the undead, and humans alike!"

(End of this chapter)