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Chapter 459: I, defy fate and change my destiny? Part 2
A perfectly fair fight is the favorite of the Laughing God. All Eldar operas from ancient times to the present have such a scene, usually representing the climax and curtain call.

Sometimes it is a new beginning and a relay station, just like the gears and lubricants that a story must have. A good duel is enough to make all the audience excited.

Even the Laughing God had not decided on the arrangements this time. There were too many things beyond his control, such as the gem and Ferenstein's strange vehicle.

Destiny is like a huge, complex and sophisticated machine, involving many things, many fine lines and many rules in this world.

Even the Laughing God, who was known for his precision and skill, couldn't wield swords and guns on this thing, although he had tried his best to adjust those things.

But even so, he had many options, so his biggest question was which victory would bring the most drama...

This is a ridiculous question, but it is very realistic.

Drama is always difficult to understand, and it is obvious that the God of Laughter has a deep understanding of this.

That's why he has a headache. Choosing the devil is obviously contrary to the principles of drama, but the current Taylor does not fit the identity of the tragic hero in his original script.

It is obviously impossible to add a third party into the current plot, otherwise it would be a deus ex machina.

Therefore, he had to change his basic composition ideas.

But the giant clown was not troubled or distressed by this. On the contrary, he felt happiness that he had not felt for a long time. On the contrary, he realized the fun of this matter.

Everything has its own rules, and he cannot fully grasp them.

Just like his favorite play was not the heyday of the Eldar, but the fall of the Eldar.

This is how the universe is, ever-changing and ever-changing.

He did not regret the fall of the Eldar, nor was he afraid of the rise of Chaos. With so many emotions and so many stories, the only thing that mattered to him was the present.

In the endless void, a strangely white smiling face was bending more and more.

Finally, the Laughing God tossed in the coin.

The coin rests on a star.

This means mutual destruction.

Now the smiling face let out a shrill laugh, as if it had received the best answer, but suddenly a bright silver light and a gentle yet ruthless voice came.

"I have a proposal, Eldar God."

At this moment, the smiling face stopped, with endless doubts, but still answered.

"Long time no see, Lord of Humanity..."

Of course, this is just an insignificant episode for those who are really fighting. Just like the initial mistake of the God of Laughter, there are also mistakes when playing with the God of Fate.

For example, Tzeentch also had failures. Although the power of the gods is indeed strong, it is not all-pervasive and is not without flaws.

For Taylor today, praying to the gods is not so much a useful thing as it is that his life always needs to rely on the simplest and most reliable things.

Such as a reliable weapon and sufficiently useful defensive equipment, such as the complex techniques, methods and war experience from many imperial worlds.

Those things have always been the most reliable and useful, like old friends, helping Taylor survive in this cruel world. Now he has once again become that miserable and embarrassed man who fights with all his hands and feet, crawling around, rolling around, and doing whatever he can.

His body had nothing to do with the gracefulness that the Eldar sought, and he looked like a scoundrel using every trick he knew to dodge a demon.

On the contrary, the Demon Prince's skills seemed to be perfect. The half-long whip in his hand was powerful, yet as beautiful as a ballerina.

The attack was clever, accurate and deadly, like a poisonous bee wielding its stinger, efficient and sharp, stinging the air and showing off its greatness and speed.

But Taylor was able to dodge it every time with some clumsy trick like rolling over.

This made the prince even more troubled. He didn't understand why this mortal was like this, nor did he understand why he could always avoid danger and turn danger into safety.

If we have to say that Taylor's only answer to this is probably experience and luck, as he has experienced too many such wars.

Fighting monsters that are beyond human comprehension, fighting beings whose speed and strength far exceed that of humans.

He is very adept at this and has a deep understanding of it. It can even be said that he is one of the few warriors in the human race who has experience in fighting against superhumans, and one of the few guys who has actually fought those things many times.

But even so, Taylor realized that the physical strength of the demon in front of him was almost the same as that of a Space Marine.

The exaggerated speed and force, as well as the experience calculated over tens of thousands of years, have completely surpassed the scope of human comprehension.

The fierce fight continued like this. Theoretically, Taylor was not only weak but also lacked the ability to make the final decision. It was obviously impossible for him to win the war.

But this is just boiling a frog in warm water, and problems will arise sooner or later, especially when Taylor is exhausted and out of breath.

He now urgently needs a decisive measure and really needs the courage and opportunity to eliminate the enemy.

Thinking of this, Taylor adjusted his body slightly. He began to hold his breath and concentrate like the Fenris people, like a ferocious wolf with fangs protruding, ready to attack.

He quickly swept to the side, using all his strength to find the enemy's blind spot, while the Demon Prince twisted his joints to fight back with movements that were almost impossible for humans, so that he didn't even look like a humanoid creature.

Both men exerted their full strength, but Taylor was already at a disadvantage in this match.

His choice was a desperate one, so he needed more physical strength, but what he lacked most now was physical strength.

When the Demon Prince twisted his body three times without any dead ends and was about to raise his weapon to kill Taylor, Taylor had to abandon his plan, especially when his lungs were almost bursting from sprinting.

He tried to dodge the attack with a little helplessness, but he couldn't do it anymore. Fortunately, at this moment, this indestructible pocket space suddenly "cracked".

It may be because the cultist girl's repair was incomplete, or it may be because the subspace energy carried by the two people was too powerful.

The moment the rift opened, the Emperor's Chosen One and the Demon Prince returned!

The two men were ready to clash sword against blade, but while Taylor's withered strength began to return, the Demon Prince had reached his physical limit.

The next moment, a blind spot suddenly appeared, and the chainsaw sword cut into his bones and flesh. After a sizzling sound, the arrogant monster was broken into two parts and died...

Taylor sat on the ground gasping for breath in disbelief. Apparently, his good luck had saved him once again...

　It's called a big pet.
　　Tell me to stop writing...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)