Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 507: Bad Habits Learned from Comoros

Taylor has a natural love for music, dance, painting, and art. Those emotions do not come from any birth or experience, but they seem to be engraved in his foundation.

Let’s put it this way, if Comoros wasn’t so simple and honest, but was a real capital of art and food, then Taylor would probably like that place.

Of course, there are no ifs in this world. There are only a bunch of hopelessly degenerate drug addicts and lunatics who form gangs and families that swallow each other up.

God knows how powerful the Gu King who crawled out is, and God knows whether anyone will die because of their madness.

But Taylor still admits from the bottom of his heart that Comoros has a good culture.

That's a duel!
Perhaps the barbarism revealed everywhere in this world and this era has affected him. Taylor now really feels that he likes the duel arena.

As for the opinions of the Titanium Clan?
That's ridiculous. Although they keep talking about kindness and morality, they are a race that originated from such a narrow world.

Scarcity and struggle are almost ingrained in their culture.

It is only half the size of Terra, but it supports a population of 20 billion. Under the crowded cities, every piece of land has been developed to the limit.

And their inner desire for savagery.

This is a vulgar and lustful race, and also a race that extremely worships violence and power.

They worship the strong and worship those who are more powerful than themselves from the bottom of their hearts.

This is a belligerent and despicable race, a race that talks about benevolence and righteousness but has no shame.

The best lesson for a guy like this is a fist. Taylor is very clear about this, and it can even be said that he knows exactly how to deal with it.

This duel was exactly what he wanted. It could not only calm down those Tau guys, but also boost the morale of the Imperial soldiers.

Most importantly, Titanium does not feel sad about the failure of its compatriots, on the contrary they will be happy.

Yes, happy. They would feel happy that they were obeying such a powerful race, even if they would not say it explicitly.

But such obedience is also incomplete and insufficient, just like that of hyenas and lions.

When lions tear their prey apart, the hyenas like to eat the leftovers, and when lions are weak and powerless, the hyenas like to eat the lions.

This is also why Taylor never treats those titaniums well.

Those guys can't be trusted and must not be relied upon.

Thinking of this, Taylor looked at the game, or duel, that was starting downstairs.

This is a beautiful circular duel arena with a clean and neat style, a sandy ground, and several rock-carved peaks, which form the typical terrain of the surface of the Titanium planet.

Complex and small enough to allow the jets on the battle suits that the Tau are so proud of, those so-called hero capes, to be used to their full effectiveness.

But what’s interesting is that this terrain is quite similar to the Alheim Plains in Fenris, which can be regarded as the hunting ground of the wolf brothers.

Now the Titanium Fire Warrior Commander entered wearing a dark vx8 crisis combat suit. He maneuvered quickly, flew in from outside the venue, and quickly occupied a higher artificial mountain range.

At the same time, the Tau drones quickly locked onto him, using their cameras to allow everyone to see his face.

Such an attitude was quite arrogant, as if it was in line with his heroic name, but a bomb soon interrupted his condescending attitude.

That was the Siren bomb, a special kind of armor-piercing bomb with the characteristics of fast, high efficiency and multiple explosions.

It works like a nail, first relying on initial kinetic energy to penetrate the enemy's armor, and then it will burst out again, like a hammer hitting it, making the nail penetrate even faster.

Again and again, until it penetrates the enemy's armor.

Such explosive armor-piercing rounds wouldn't be effective against demons, but they were definitely deadly to the iron-clad Tau battlesuits. The Fire Caste warrior's dodging of the attack was also quite exaggerated; even if the power suit had heat sensors, it would have been difficult to react so quickly.

He was now standing on the top of the mountain, alert to his surroundings. The so-called terrain advantage he had originally intended to occupy had now become completely inferior.

Power suits cannot perform the same amazing, silent, and delicate movements as the Space Marines' power armor.

Equipment that was too expensive and bulky for the Empire, the hero armor that the Tau were so proud of, seemed so unwieldy.

The Empire was a decidedly pragmatic one, especially when it came to war.

Bombing and fire suppression can obviously be handed over to the Imperial Guard's engines, so why should elite units like the battle suits do it?

The Fire Caste warrior had never expected that the hero of the Empire, the Empire's Space Marine, would be so "despicable".

He moved around, trying to find cover, but as soon as he entered the cave, a strong arm grabbed his neck and the power armor held him firmly in place.

His jets continued to emit blue light, but Fenris's wolf had already bitten his neck.

The chainsaw sword roared, and the wolf brother without a helmet showed a crazy smile, and his golden dreadlocks trembled slightly because of the wrestling, as impressive as Medusa's hair.

At this moment, Ether Anwa and Taylor stood up to announce the winner. As expected, the defeat of the Titanium Clan came clean and neat.

Even if it weren't for teasing his prey, the warrior would have been dead when Fenris's captain fired the first shot.

Now that the warrior had escaped death, his whole body was soaked with sweat. He lay on the ground in fear, his ugly and ridiculous posture seen by the whole tribe.

Anwa naturally put the badge of honor on the Space Marine, but Brother Wolf just slapped Anwa's hand away and said something.

"Alien!"

Then he spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground.

Clearly this was a diplomatic incident, but the Tau had to endure it until their empire could become more powerful than that of humanity.

Taylor saw all that emotion and began to plan when to give these guys a few virus bombs.

Of course, if you stay in this place for a long time, you might become a racist.

After all, he had seen countless ugly betrayals, and secondly, the Titanium people reminded him of bad guys time and time again.

That kind of disgust is deeply rooted in my bones.

He now turned down the celebratory banquet prepared for him by the Tau, and then took a large number of Tau ships and began to sail towards the outermost part of the Damocles Gulf.

They need to face real opponents and have no time to continue fighting with those Titaniums.

Of course, in order to prevent those aliens from causing trouble, a team of Fenris people also stayed there.

It was a hunting team, and their target was clear: the interior of the Tau palace.

Their only mission is to kill the Aether if the Tau are about to attack the Imperium of Man.

And in this mission, there is no need for them to come back.

At this moment on the Damocles, Taylor couldn't help but sigh.

He's becoming more and more like those imperial bureaucrats...

(End of this chapter)