Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 460 Star of Comoros

On the second floor of the Comoros Arena, a pretty face was looking at the meat grinder on the ground.

Countless broken and fractured limbs covered the place like a hodgepodge, and the smell of blood and death became the eternal theme.

And now there is a black spherical depression in it, which is very conspicuous, and all the things that can breathe or cannot breathe are staring at it.

It seemed as if something terrifying would crawl out of it in the next second.

And that pretty face said to the crystal ball, "In my experience, that's obviously too long."

"It's been too long. Long time breeds heresy, long time brings change..."

She had long felt deeply about this sentence. She used to be full of vigor and energy, with countless means at her disposal, but now she was in such a mess and old.

She felt a little helpless, but was also expecting some changes.

That is until a hilarious mechanical sound came from the crystal ball. "Haha! Look at your expression!"

"I, Settra, have never seen such a beautiful sight in my life!"

"He caused my mortal enemy, the Eldar, so much pain and entanglement, and he is a chosen one of God. I like this human more and more."

The part about "God" in his words was humane, with provocation and dissatisfaction. After all, to this race that once slaughtered gods, those so-called gods were just lives.

After all, a star god core is still in his tomb world, burning as an advanced power furnace.

And he still finds the belief in the gods of the Eldar ridiculous.

At this moment, the Eldar lady was about to mock the undead, but suddenly after the vibration, the gem appeared on the ground, to be precise.

It was in Taylor's hands, on his blade, on his fangs.

The Elven lady looked at this scene in disbelief. The good thing she had been longing for was right in the possession of a monkey, and that person would definitely not use the full power of the gem.

She screamed. "Damn it, this is impossible. Is my God gone?"

"The entire essence of a great demon's power is now in the hands of a monkey, and he will never be able to fully utilize that power in his lifetime..."

"My gods, there is nothing more disgusting in the world than this."

The Necron laughed heartily. He saw the most dramatic scene: the guy who wanted to plot against others lost his treasure, and the one who was plotted against became the winner.

At this moment, the Eldar lady picked up the crystal ball in annoyance and threw the communication device to the ground, smashing it into pieces in an instant.

She quickly adjusted herself and spoke like a lady. "Organize a celebration banquet. Let's celebrate the savior of the Comoros."

On the other side, for Taylor, victory is always sweet and strange. After the demon disappeared, his dissipated body was completely absorbed by the gem in mid-air.

As if destined, the purple obsidian once again burst into its rightful color.

However, this time the gem did not fall down obediently. Instead, it landed on the fang of the Kraken like a reward, turning into a terrifying demon eye.

In other words, the Inquisition would frown upon seeing this.

But Taylor could feel the tremendous vitality in it, and a large amount of warp psychic energy was making the weapon come alive.

It was an indescribable feeling, but it was more like an extension of the body than a sword. The feeling was almost addictive. Taylor swung the weapon slightly, and the Kraken's Fang began to move quickly according to his thoughts.

Although he couldn't say he was comparable to Llane Guilliman, Taylor felt that his swordsmanship was at least half as good as Sicarius'.

As for other good things.

For example, the demons began to retreat quickly, and the warp rifts gradually healed thanks to the joint efforts of the Harlequin Troupe and the Comorans.

Things are getting better. As the Commorran Eldar begin to repair their homeland, this race that has been obsessed with desire and emotion for tens of thousands of years is gradually learning to create again.

But Taylor soon discovered that he was wrong, very wrong.

The elves had almost no interest in this, and they immediately put all their energy back into the game of war and intrigue.

The survivors once again planned out many conspiracies and families, and formed gangs and factions with a speed and efficiency that left Taylor dumbfounded.

Some came from former families, and some were new forces. They seemed to have no feelings about the ruins of Comoros, as if they had forgotten the endless wars and sufferings overnight.

There was no celebration for Taylor, no gathering, no one singing about their narrow escape.

Just those naked desires.

Even though the family that hired Taylor prepared the best celebration banquet for him and made the agreed weapons and equipment for him and his soldiers as scheduled.

It’s just that the Comorians gave Taylor, a traditional imperial man, a very strange feeling. Those things seemed to be completely unaware of the danger they were in.

But in the end, Taylor was sent back to the dark side of the Empire. The Eldar's webway was always so enviable. Looking at the boxes of weapons and equipment, and the full loads of Eldar cargo, Taylor sighed.

"God willing, if this is the path of humanity, I actually hope we become extinct someday."

He muttered to himself, then walked quickly to the bridge, looking at the dense red dots and complex network diagrams on the star map, and the large number of redundant signals from the Imperial Navy.

He returned, leaving behind the darkness of Commorra and the clean interior of the Webway, and returned to this turbulent, malicious universe.

He looked at the blade at his waist. The gleaming black orb on it was his greatest trophy, and he could feel the power of the great demon gradually merging with his own.

Maybe he's going to become the Chosen of Slaanesh?

Frankly speaking, it is indeed unreliable to accept such power, and there are voices of doubt within the army, but this weapon in anyone's hands means that there will be one more demon prince in this galaxy, no matter what his carrier is.

Be it Eldar, Human, Tau or Greenskin.

The Fang of the Kraken has become a demonic sword, and only Tyler can suppress such power, because he is the one who defeated Chaos and defeated the soul of this sword.

Taylor gave it a name in his heart at this moment, called the Star of Comoros, to remind him not to forget the decadent and ridiculous life of the Eldar.

Then he glanced at the star map briefly and asked, "Can we go directly to Krieg?"

The captain replied. "Anytime, anywhere, my lord."

"The road ahead of us is smooth!"

Taylor raised the weapon and said, "I really want to get off work... Didn't I just defeat the demon?"

(End of this chapter)