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Chapter 391 The Bait is Abaddon's Ass

Chapter 391 The Bait is Abaddon's Ass
Inside the tomb, Taylor sat in the lounge prepared for him by the Undead Overlord and looked at his spoils.

To be precise, a beautiful Eldar girl was tied up, almost tightly bound with thickened special fiber ropes.

She was powerful, noble, and beautiful, but she wore a green leather hand-rubbed time collar around her neck. She was shamefully and pathetically placed in a corner like an object.

Obviously, there are few such valuable spoils in the entire universe.

A Dark Eldar Archon, a noble Commorran lady.

Taylor remained calm, saying, "I'm sorry to be so underhanded, but that so-called timer collar is fake. It's just a decoration."

"I just want to convince Calgar and the Undead Overlord that you can help me."

The Archon said angrily. "If betrayal and a surprise attack can be considered etiquette, then I will consider..."

"But as far as I know, the thing that humans can't tolerate the most is betrayal!"

"You greedy wild dog, if your ugly appearance and your plan can make me cooperate with you again after angering me, then you are insulting my ability to think!"

Taylor said slowly, "But I need the obelisk, and you won't let me."

"The reduction of the Great Rift will put an end to the Dark Eldar's current free reign of raiding."

"Secondly, your pride won't let you listen to me."

"I can only calm you down with a rope."

The woman said angrily, "Is this the premise for cooperation?"

"Make me your prisoner?"

"Pretty much," Taylor replied.

"Either you'll be used as a target by the Space Marines, or used by the Necrons to vent their anger. Or will the Imperial nobles be interested in purchasing a servant like you?"

The Archon said angrily. "No way!"

Taylor replied. "Yeah, none of them."

"Because I need you, a strong warrior."

"To be precise, you are a master assassin, a powerful Eldar assassin."

"So I need you, your Shadow Guard to deal with a troublesome existence."

"That's the best opponent I can prepare for you."

"His name is Abaddon the Despoiler."

This sentence made the lady pause for a moment, and she said in disbelief.

"That Chaos lackey?"

"God of War, I'm on the same world as the most famous target in the universe?"

For the Archons, this is the opportunity for rapid advancement and growth.

Tomb world?

Damn it! How does this compare to Abaddon? A famous Chaos Lord?

A prey that made her salivate.

Taylor said predictably, "It seems you don't know that the entire surface of the world is now controlled by the Black Legion."

"Abaddon is right above our heads. To be more precise, the Warmaster of Chaos is right here."

"A perfect prey, isn't it?"

"Enough slaves from the Black Legion, an honorific title, the Warmaster of Chaos."

The lady consul said with a smile. "Really?"

"Tempting..."

“But it’s not enough.”

Taylor said. "I can pave the way for you. You just need to create chaos, and my Legion and Space Marines can take advantage of the opportunity to move in."

"At the same time, the Tomb World is also willing to send troops."

"When Abaddon comes to the surface under pressure, you can take his head as a trophy."

"Is this okay?"

Taylor was almost completely confident.

There is almost no need to choose between a perfect opportunity and having your head torn off by the Undead Overlord and hung at the entrance of the Tomb World.

Taylor would definitely choose the former if she were him. But the governor said.

"No, I don't want anything..."

"Tyler, right? That's your name?"

She lowered her head and said Taylor's name for the first time, smiling.

"You're wrong, dear."

"I think you're totally mistaken."

"I am not a prisoner, and you are not my master."

Taylor said, not understanding. "What do you mean?"

She smiled. "I'm not the only Eldar army here."

"on the contrary."

"The real main force is outside, and they can find me through my soul."

"in other words."

At this moment, Taylor heard the firing sound from the poison crystal gun and the tearing sound of the complex single-molecule power sword.

There was no doubt that an army that did not belong to the Space Marines and the Necrons had arrived here and gained the upper hand by relying on surprise attack.

Now the situation has changed, and the Eldar Archon who was tied up tightly suddenly loosened the rope, no.

To be precise, her joints were twisting and breaking away from the ropes, even though the special fibers began to gather rapidly the moment they felt the contraction.

Like a reinforced rubber band, in theory her struggle would only result in broken bones, but in reality she managed to get out with an incredible gesture.

Now, her body made a crackling sound as bones dislocated, which made people's teeth ache.

She smiled and looked at Taylor with an evil expression. At the same time, she reached out and inserted her fingers into her ribs. Under her tight Eldar clothes, she pulled out a modified bone knife stained with blood.

"Liannas said I could use it, it's really ironic."

"Although that Blood Ling guy is ridiculous, his vision is always vicious."

"I could certainly use it."

Taylor said, "Madman! You sharpened the spirit bones into a knife and stuck it into your ribs?"

"What about the original rib?"

The Archon said, "Of course it was pulled out."

Taylor smiled wryly. "Now I'm locked up with a beast, not a prisoner."

The Eldar Archon replied. "A beast, yes."

"But you have to correct it."

"I am a beast and you will be my ally."

Taylor said in disbelief. "What do you mean..."

The Archon's sister said, "I am not here to take your life, I am here to take Abaddon's head."