The Bizarre Adventures of the Oil Man, but Starting with Warhammer 32K

Kubik is recruiting Skitarii from within his existing territories, and one million Skitarii are beginning to assemble on the transport fleet in orbit.

Compared with the previous 500,000, this time Kubik also had to guarantee the logistical supply of the Crusaders and even the entire coalition free of charge.

Although these Crusaders had to return to Mars after completing the attack on the battle moon, the Martian side had no right to inquire about the casualties and command of the Crusaders during the battle.

In addition to the original strength, Mars paid a total of 1.5 million Crusaders and two knight families.

These forces, combined with the strength already possessed by the Final Wall, amounted to fifteen hundred Astartes, four million ground troops, two Knight Houses, and a small Titan Legion.

Regardless of how this force compares to the orcs, it is the largest organized military force currently existing in Throneworld.

Coupled with the logistics of the stocks brought from Maxim and the gradually restored production capacity of Mars, the High Wall can finally be completely free from the control of the High Lords and freely launch campaigns against the orcs.

Now that all the elements were in place, Leon, Kubik, and the others had no intention of staying on Mars any longer. Using the Phalanx as their base, they would quickly launch an attack on the Battle Moon and lift the siege of Terra as quickly as possible.

The fleet began to refuel, and Leon said his final goodbye to Dalia on Mars.

"Why don't you come with us to see the scenery outside? It's not too far from Mars anyway."

Dalia rejected Leon's invitation: "Supervising the Void Dragon is my mission. Activities on Mars are already my limit."

Although he knew it was unlikely, Leon still felt regretful. Instead, Dalia comforted him, saying, "You've gathered around you a...strange but useful force. Even without me, you can still accomplish a lot."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Leon always feels that the way she looks at Neos is very strange.

But when she followed Dalia's gaze and saw Xie Ri, Neos and Occam who were bragging and talking nonsense there, he thought it was normal that her eyes looked strange.

"Do you have any suggestions on how to use the Akashic Reader?"

"My only advice is to use it as you see fit. It's dangerous, and Ms. Collier doesn't have the ability to perfect it. It's up to you to discover the potential of this device."

"Sounds like I need to be careful."

"Do you know?"

Dalia asked back, and Leon could only shrug awkwardly.

"But this is not a bad thing. Anyone who wants to achieve anything under the influence of the Warp must become a gambler. The only difference is that some people bet on the Empire, some bet on Chaos, and you..."

She raised her eyes and stared at Li Ang with her green gaze: "You should bet on yourself."

Li Ang seemed to be lost in thought.

He had reaped nearly every possible advantage in Terra. Now, he held the key to unlocking the secret treasures of the stars. Whether he acted cautiously or aggressively, his stage would not be on Terra.

Perhaps after the Battle Moon was resolved, he should choose another good place to develop his personal power.

But doing so also involves the High Lords on Terra, and the Grand Master of the Assassin Court, Wangorichi, who is obsessed with assassinating the High Lords.

He thanked the dragon guard, who simply waved goodbye. With no more concerns on Mars, Leon boarded the Phalanx with his men.

He originally wanted to find Kurland, but the judge Frati Lena, whom he had saved earlier, found him first and stood in front of him.

"What exactly happened under the Lava City?"

she questioned.

"I pulled you out of the ground, nothing else happened. To be honest, I'd rather ask how you were able to find out where you were."

"Is it that simple?"

"It's not a good idea to ask so many questions. At least Mars's betrayal of the Empire has been resolved, right? I believe this has achieved the purpose of your Inquisition."

Reina still had some recollection of the man who had knocked her unconscious. The shimmering green energy gave her a rough idea, having read many of the Tribunal's secret tomes. But Leon was unwilling to speak, and she couldn't get any information from him.

She could only raise Li Ang's importance to a higher level in her mind, and then get to the point of this meeting.

"The Inquisition has inferred that Grand Master Wangoric of the Assassin's Court will secretly visit the Phalanx. Whatever he says, I hope you will all remain cautious with him."

PS: The Inquisition knows that there really is a god underground on Mars, but it does not know who it is or what the Star God is.

Chapter 202: Savior, Idealist, Tyrant, Madman, Wangorichi.

Looking at the Phalanx appearing in his field of vision, Wangolichi felt indescribable excitement in his heart.

He told himself to relax, but he still felt nervous.

When he thought that the fate of the entire human empire might be affected by this meeting, even he, as the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, could not remain 100% calm.

The Phalanx, which had just experienced an unprecedented battle, was still on alert. Even though the ship Wangolich was on was specialized in anti-reconnaissance, it was still detected by the Phalanx's auspicious device.

As countless ship-borne weapons locked onto them, the captain looked towards Wangorichi, hoping for a response.

"Send the identification code, telling them that Grand Master Wangorici of the Assassin's Court is visiting. I wish to meet with the leader of the Last Wall now."

The Phalanx's weapons were unlocked, and Wangerich's ship was allowed to dock. When he stepped off the transport, he found a company of Imperial Fists already waiting in formation.

In the end, the walls seemed to have anticipated his visit.

His visit was secret, and no one except those on the same ship as him knew he was going to the Phalanx. How did the Phalanx make preparations in advance?

It was not difficult to guess who had leaked the information, as Wangorichi immediately thought of the former representative of the Tribunal.

"Veritus..."

Wangerlich had to admit that the Inquisitor had a longer-term vision than he did. He had seen the potential of the Final Wall when they were still stationed in Covenant Harbor and had sent the Inquisitor to contact the Final Wall at that time.

If the High Lords' Council is to be reorganized, he should be a more suitable candidate than himself.

But what Wangorichi hated was his inaction.

Ever since the fall of the Imperial Fists, the High Lords have been on a path of poor decision-making. The Inquisition has the power to curb many problems, but they have chosen to condone and turn a blind eye.

What's the point of relying on soft tactics? Only by using thunder and lightning to eliminate these corrupt and incompetent high lords can the entire empire be reborn in blood and fire!

Wangerich knew that he was not outstanding in political ability, but he was the only one in Terra who was willing to stand up and change the situation.

The Assassin's Court was a tool established by Prime Minister Malcador to maintain the rule of the empire. They are just a sharp blade.

Wangorichi could eliminate the high lords with lightning speed, but doing so would only plunge the empire into civil strife and anarchy.

He had to plan for the future before taking action, so that after those high lords "committed suicide by being shot eight times", someone could immediately step forward to take over the situation in the entire empire.

Ultimately, the high wall is an important part of achieving this goal.

Wangolichi admired the final action of the high wall on Mars very much. Even he was amazed by the sage named Leon's keen grasp of opportunities.

His only dissatisfaction was that they had prevented him from assassinating the Cast General, which should have been the signal for the Assassin's Court to begin its operation.

He speculated that he had been tricked into taking such action by the Inquisition—those pathetic moderates who always tried to leave things as they pleased.

Judging from the fact that the Inquisition tried to infiltrate the Final Wall in Covenant Harbor, Leon's behavior was likely influenced by the Inquisition.

However, just arriving early is useless. As the only person determined to change the empire, Wangorichi believes that Kurland and others will not reject him.

He took the initiative to remove all weapons from his body, showing his sincerity to the Imperial Fists. However, Thorn, who came to greet him, rejected his behavior:

"Draw your weapons, Grand Master. The Imperial Guard must never drop their guard."

"Aren't you afraid of an assassin?"

Wangerich felt strange.

"I believe our blades will only be pointed together against the enemies of humanity."

This answer made the usually cold Grand Master feel warm, and he realized that this meeting might go more smoothly than he expected.

Following Thorne's guidance, he met Leon, Hayes, and Kurland in the reception room of the Phalanx.

"Hayes."

He immediately noticed the Astra Militarum commander who had been presumed dead: "I didn't expect to hear from you again on Mars."

"I suppose the High Lords are not pleased with this news?"

Hayes quipped.

"Of course, the High Lords only sent you out symbolically. They never expected you to fight to the death to save the Imperial Fists, and even less did they expect you to lead the Astra Militarum to stand with the Final Wall."

"If we always do what they expect, then this empire will really be doomed."

Wangerich liked this statement. He turned his gaze to Kurland and Leon and saluted them with commoner's courtesy.

This etiquette made Kurland, who was chosen from a commoner to become an Astartes, feel a little loose.

He had an almost instinctive aversion to the members of the Court of Assassins.

In fact, Dorn, Primarch of the Imperial Fists, was a staunch opponent of the Assassins' Court. His dispute with Malcador over whether the Assassins' Court should exist only ended after the Emperor personally recognized the Assassins' Court.

As an upright Fist of the Empire, Kurland dislikes these villains who only operate in the shadows.

Wangorich's performance slightly changed his view, and he realized that this Grand Master might be no different from them.

Without any unnecessary formalities, the meeting quickly got to the point.

"I am Drakan Wangorich, Grand Master and Leader of the Assassin's Court. I have come to the Phalanx to seek a change in the situation. The Final Wall has now become a decisive force. In order to achieve this change, I must gain your approval."

"You are the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court. No one can stop you."

Kurland Road.

"The question is not how to act, but what we should do after the action. The empire is like a decaying house. We must first tear down part of it and rebuild it. That way, it will not collapse when the threat really comes."

Wangolichi explained his thoughts and pointed at Kurland and himself.

"The people who can rebuild it are right here, among you and me."

"It sounds like you treat Terran politics like a construction game."

"It is a terrible game when the High Lords only seek to exploit their own interests in the name of the Emperor and the Imperium. But this is the very purpose of the Assassin's Court. We are the gardeners founded by Chancellor Malcador. When the tide turns, it is our duty to prune the High Lords' unruly growth."

He stood up. His body was thin even for a mortal, but his ambition to change the entire empire made him look extremely tall.

"Master Kurland, don't you? I can see from your eyes that you are not satisfied with everything on Terra right now. You stand here to save Terra, but you have to face the questioning of an entire corrupt High Lords Council. Every one of them should be held responsible for the death of your brother, and yet they can turn around and blame you."

Wangerlich was indeed an assassin; he didn't need a dagger to accurately hit everyone's vital points.

Kurland fell silent. His attitude began to waver, but as a loyalist during the Great Rebellion, he still had the doubts that every loyalist should have.

"The Astartes should not be involved in politics. This is what the Emperor demands of us."

"I do not need you to intervene in the situation, nor do I need you to go against the Emperor's will. Your very existence is a deterrent. As long as you agree with our plan and hold back at the critical moment, I promise to give you a brand new Terra. A Terra that will fully support the Astartes in their expedition to resolve this Ork crisis."

The Beast War never stops here. The Orks who can mass-produce Battle Moons must have a base camp. Once the crisis on Terra is resolved, annihilating the source of these beasts will be imperative.

But the high lords could not reach a unity on Terra, which concerned themselves. How could Kurland expect them to fully support the expedition against the orcs' lair?

Perhaps, as Bosimonde said, they would face hundreds of battle moons if they were delayed by the cowardly and contradictory orders of the High Lords.

He suddenly began to understand why the Grand Marshal was reluctant to return to Terra.

This understanding turned into support for the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, and he was about to agree to Wangoliqi's plan. But Leon held him back.

"With all due respect, Grand Master Wangorichi, we will not express any position until we know your specific plans for Terra."

Wangolichi looked at Leon.

The first time he met this man was when he was on Veritus' list. At that time, he had not thought that a priest could become the decision-maker of the final high wall.

He admired the sage, but at the same time he also had some complaints about the other party preventing his assassination.

"Is this also the reason you stopped me from assassinating the Casting General, Sage Leon?"

"That's not entirely against you. He has other uses in my mind."

Wangerlich judged from Leon's tone that he was not opposed to this plan: "If you insist on knowing, then fine. I have collected all the personal characteristics of the High Lords, which is enough information for Callidus's assassins to disguise themselves as them. I will take action when you defeat the Battle Moon and the High Lords must come out to participate in the welcoming ceremony. I will replace the entire High Lord Council with assassins disguised as them."

“What is the feasibility of this plan?”

"It's due to the carelessness of the High Lords Council and their disdain for the Assassin's Court. The High Lords Council is a makeshift organization that's already rotten after only a thousand years of existence. Many of their regulations are flawed, which is the opportunity for the Assassin's Court to infiltrate and take action."

Wangerlich went on to explain, "We haven't attacked a major target in over a thousand years since the Great Heresy. These High Lords don't understand the true strength of the Assassin's Court, which has been inactive for a thousand years. Most of them hold the Assassin's Court, now expelled from the Council of Twelve, in contempt. As long as we're sudden enough, they won't be prepared."

"Wouldn't this turn the entire High Lords' Council into your one-man show?"

Li Ang asked back.

"This is merely a trade-off during the Beast War. Your expedition requires the support of an efficient High Lords Council. When the time is right, we will follow the normal election process, reselect qualified and reliable High Lords, and restore the empire to its former order."

This sounds perfect. However, as far as Leon knows, the subsequent development will not be as beautiful as Wangoliqi described.

Wangerlich, the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, is also the dictator of the entire empire.

If history had taken its original course, he would not have taken action now.

After the Terra crisis was resolved and the Primarch Vulkan was recovered, Wangorich would purge the entire High Lords Council when neither the Imperial Fists nor the Fire Dragon Lord Vulkan had any intention of stepping forward to reform it, and turn the entire High Lords Council into his one-man show according to the method he is talking about now.