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Chapter 438 Meeting parents?

Chapter 438 Meeting parents?
The last world of the Dark Eldar, the last home planet, Comoros, made of steel.

This is a metal fortress inside the webway, a final ark.

Because the Eldar were the sacrifices for the birth of Slaanesh, the souls of all the Eldar are the property of Slaanesh.

Or consumables.

Slaanesh's power and authority comes from the life force of the Eldar as a whole, which means that the Eldar as a race will eventually become extinct.

They are destined to become part of the supreme divine power and part of the basic rules of the universe. What an honor it is for individual intelligent lives.

But the Eldar who are still alive today are all afraid of this thing.

Their long and infinite lifespans may prevent them from withering, but the decay of their souls cannot be concealed.

The Ark Eldar restrain their desires and practice cultivation, supplemented by inhibitors called soul stones to reduce their brightness in the eyes of the perverts.

The Dark Eldar's choice is to hide in the Webway, a place where they will not be disturbed, and use the Webway's thick anti-warp walls to ensure that they will not die.

However, they will still have their souls sucked dry by Slaanesh, but the speed is much slower in the Webway.

But compared to the endless life of the elves, the aging and loss of the soul always make them unbearable.

So the Dark Eldar learned a good trick.

That is to absorb the souls of living things in this world to make up for the shortfall.

The Dark Eldar became soul-eaters, extracting the souls of other intelligent beings through torture and abuse, and then sustaining themselves.

In other words, Slaanesh sucks them in, and they suck others in, which is almost equivalent to offering sacrifices to Slaanesh in the hope that they will not die.

This is almost indescribable, the despicable act of using the lives of others to exchange for one's own life, but this situation is regarded by the Dark Eldar as normal behavior of "Eldar heirs".

I can only say that they are worthy of being the race that gave birth to Slaanesh, and their tricks are always indescribable.

As Taylor's Damocles fleet approached, the Eldar's war machines and heavy artillery began to lock onto them.

However, most of those things have rusted. After all, there is almost no foreign invasion in Comoros, and precious manpower (soul rations) will not be wasted here.

How to say it, as an imperial warrior, especially in the eyes of Taylor and his legion who are considered elite within the disciplined imperial army, the entire Comoros has a disgusting sense of laxity from head to toe.

They have been relying on geographical advantages to bully others for too long. If it weren't for the fact that the major conspiracy groups have been struggling in the Milky Way and have accumulated means and combat capabilities that cannot be underestimated, coupled with the security of the network, this place would have been wiped out long ago.

If a head-on battle were fought, Guilliman's Ultramarines could definitely take this place, and one war could destroy the entire Eldar pirate hideout and make the universe peaceful.

Then Guilliman would probably lead his troops to attack here with a smile.

When Taylor's men left the warship one after another and approached the Void Gate of Comoros, many Eldar came over to ask the Archon.

How to sell those "monkeys".

After all, for the Eldar here, those imperial humans who look strong and in good mental state are not only high-quality labor, but also souls that can be played with for a long time.

The stronger the willpower and faith of a person, the more devout he is. To the Dark Eldar, he becomes an even more delicious delicacy.

The best among them are probably the Space Marines and the Ark Eldar.

It has always been difficult to capture elite Imperial Guards like Taylor alive, and such a large number of "cargo" immediately made many Eldar ready to move.

But Taylor felt disgusted when he saw those things with their claws and fangs bared, even though he couldn't understand what they were muttering.

Taylor asked the Archon's sister. "Your people?"

The Archon shook his head.

Taylor coughed, and the next moment, three or four huge green-skinned leaders grabbed the heads of the Eldar nobles with their bare hands and crushed the heads of those arrogant high-level Eldar in front of their transformed servants and slaves.

They were all born from genuine mating, nobles among the Eldar. Soon someone asked the Archon if she wanted to make enemies with those families!

But the Archon replied in the elegant Eldar tongue, "My cousins, those savage and uncivilized monkeys and greenskins are not my goods."

"They don't belong to anyone, so they can kill anyone."

Some of the Eldar cursed. "Madman! Bringing outsiders to Comoros! You crazy warmonger!"

The governor ignored them and took Taylor and the others into Comoros.

The good news is that after the mindless killing by those "barbarians", no blind elves would come and ask for the price.

The bad news is that the elves in Comoros, who wear gorgeous clothes and apply Gothic smoky makeup, are drooling over this group of outsiders, a group of healthy and delicious souls.

It's like walking with a batch of movable roast ducks in a place where famine has lasted for a long time.

For the residents of the Comoros, Taylor is worth a considerable price to obtain.

But soon, when the Comoros conspiracy group began to gather, the roar of several poison blade tanks and the artillery fire of the petrified lizards cleared an ancient street in an instant.

The Eldar who were watching eagerly inside were cleared out in an instant, and for Taylor, this was just like his usual job.

Taylor said to the bombed-out streets, "Quickly set up camp, prepare supply routes, gather supplies on the spot, and rescue the Imperial refugees."

"Anyone who still has the willpower to serve the Emperor will be accepted. As for those xenos species, I recommend they be imprisoned and handed over to our mercenaries."

The Archon laughed and said, "I brought the beast into the Mad City."

“Everything is changing now.”

"Ordinary conspiracies are no match for you. Even if they encounter a powerful one, they will be afraid of being swallowed up by other conspiracies and will be unable to act."

"Lady Delight, you are the best thing I have ever bought."

"Can I hire you long-term?"

Taylor said modestly. "Oh, my lady, your Gothic is getting better and better."

"Emperor, when it comes to long-term contracts, I probably only look at the price."

"If you can produce more high-value targets comparable to Archon Armor, I can work for you forever."

"Are you interested in making a set for the Primarch?"

The consul smiled wryly. "Four meters tall? That's a real mouthful."

“It would be difficult to make it even if you hollowed out the Comoros!”

"After all, it's not just about adding materials."

"Rather than that, I've made an appointment for you to meet my parents."

"Now, I have to talk to you."

"About us..."