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

There are three orcs.

Although Wangorichi kept denying it in order to maintain his sanity, those were indeed three orcs.

The beasts held no weapons, except for a staff held by the leading orc. They wore no traditional orcish armor, but rather leather tunics embroidered with clan totems.

These ceremonial decorations reminded Wangerich of a terrifying possibility.

"Tell me who they are."

He confirmed with the captain.

“They are diplomats.”

"But that's impossible!"

"I also know that this is impossible."

So it was true. Wangerich felt a growing chill within him.

There was a slight commotion among his assassins, and some of the more active ones could no longer resist the urge to take action.

They drew their daggers, intending to kill these beasts who had stained civilization as soon as possible. But the three orcs just looked at them with contempt, as if they despised their barbarism that had no choice but to use violence.

"Don't do it."

Wangorichi whispered, restraining his men.

He suppressed his disgust and commanded himself to see it as an opportunity to learn about his human opponent.

However, the orcs had not made any further moves since they appeared, and even Wangolichi could not tell anything from it.

“Why aren’t they communicating with us?”

"They said they would not engage in any further communication before meeting with our leader, my lord."

Leader, does that mean the High Lord?

Wangerich pursed his lips, feeling humiliated by what he was about to do. But he realized he had to do it.

"Return to your ship and I will take you to the palace."

Using Wangorich's ship as a guide, the merchant ship carrying the Orc diplomats was towed onto the surface of Terra.

Terra was in such a state of chaos that it could not even react to their approach. It was not until they approached the Imperial Palace that the Luciferian Black Guards, who had replaced the Imperial Fists in guarding the palace walls, were mobilized.

A company of Lucifer Black Guards surrounded the landing area of ​​the two ships. They set up their weapons in a defensive manner, but Wangorichi was the first to get off the ship.

The Black Guard's captain recognized the Grand Master. He ordered the surrounding soldiers to lay down their weapons and quickly stepped forward to greet Wangorichi. "I am Mercado, Captain of the Lucifer Black Guard. Your Excellency, Grand Master, why are you here?"

"I have terrible news for Terra."

he whispered.

Mercado didn't understand Wangorichi's meaning and wanted to confirm it again, but the orcs had already emerged from another ship, holding the merchant ship's captain hostage.

"It's a beast!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the black guards who had originally laid down their weapons pointed their guns at the three orc diplomats.

"lay down your weapon."

Wangorichi demanded to the Black Guards, "They are not here to attack the palace."

The company commander thought he had misheard: "They are beasts who only know war."

"It's different now, Captain. Everything is different now. Only by laying down our weapons first can we know what they are planning to do."

The Black Guards hesitated, but refused to lay down their weapons. Wangerich lost his patience and shouted:

"I tell you to lay down your weapons!"

The Black Guards ultimately obeyed the Grand Master's orders.

Led by Wangorichi, the team headed towards the High Lords' Council Hall in the Imperial Palace.

The Captain and the Beast followed behind Wangorichi, while the Lucifer Black Guard, having put away their weapons, hung at the end of the team.

These most elite mortals in the empire now look like the orcs' lackeys, their marching steps beating out the rhythm of the empire's humiliation.

The team was stopped as they approached the hall door, and Wangerich saw former Inquisition representative Veritus standing at the door.

"I thought you would listen to Udo's nonsense inside."

"That's the business of the current Inquisition representative, Wienand."

The Lord Inquisitor looked behind Wangorichi: "So you captured three orc prisoners on your way back from the Phalanx?"

Wangolichi closed his eyes in pain. He didn't want to answer this question.

He felt that as soon as he opened his mouth, human dignity would be crushed to pieces.

Fortunately, the captain answered the question for him: "They are diplomats, your excellency."

Veritus' eyes also widened.

Things have developed to this point and no longer need guidance.

The orcs stood up, walked past the Inquisition representatives who didn't know how to react, and entered the council hall.

The council hall was still filled with a sad atmosphere brought about by the defeat of the Crusade Army, but as more and more people noticed the orcs standing at the door of the hall, their sad sobs began to subside.

Everyone was silent at first, then surprised, and finally angry.

Whispers spread among the dignitaries in the hall, and everyone was wondering why a beast appeared in the sacred council hall.

Udo stood up from his seat at the podium and pointed at Wangorichi who had come in behind the beast.

"What have you brought to this sacred place?"

His roar was like thunder, yet it lacked any sense of threat. In Wangorichi's eyes, the Imperial commander, having suffered repeated blows, was a hollow shell.

"They are diplomats, ambassadors."

Wangorich said as he stepped onto the podium and looked directly into the eyes of the Imperial Commander, "He is also an opponent you cannot possibly defeat."

Udo forced a sarcastic smile on his face. "How bizarre! Beasts can have diplomats? We don't have any translators who speak Orcish."

“No translation required.”

These words were not uttered by any human being present.

Everyone in the council hall was struck by lightning, and they looked at the beast leading the group. The beast was speaking fluent High Gothic.

"We asked you to surrender, and you surrendered. It's that simple."

PS1: The most famous scene in Beast Wars.

I modified the course of the war, but retained the part where the greenskins humiliated the high lords, so that everyone knows that they are watching Beast Wars.jpg.

A detailed explanation of why the greenskins launched the attack only now will be inserted into the plot later.

Chapter 205 Civilization and Barbarism.

Even the sobbing stopped, and silence fell throughout the conference room.

At least they could respond to the Crusade's defeat with sobs, but for the orc ambassador's simple words in High Gothic, silence was the only response they could offer.

Neither the arrival of the Battle Moon over Terra nor the defeat of the Crusade mattered to Wangorich as much as the few words uttered by the Orks.

They panicked when the Battle Moon first arrived over Terra, and relaxed when the Battle Moon did not launch any attacks for nearly two months.

Although the Battle Moon still hung high in the sky above Terra, and although hundreds of billions of civilians whose supplies had been cut off were starving on Terra, they no longer felt that the Orks were a serious threat. Instead, they felt that the Orks were afraid of humans and did not dare to attack.

But this is wrong.

Everything the Empire knew about Orks was wrong.

The blow brought by these newly emerged Orc ambassadors far exceeded the tragic end of the Crusade.

They proved that the greenskins had caused this catastrophe with more than brute force. They had numbers, they had technology, and at least some of them had been reborn into something new and unprecedented.

Faced with a nightmare that speaks fluently in High Gothic, how else can one respond except silence?

The Beast didn't care about the silence of the High Lords. He walked up to the podium, roughly pushed aside the pale-faced Udo, and took his place in the center of the podium.

He faced all the dignitaries in the audience and continued speaking in High Gothic, as if he was about to gut his prey:

"My name is Beziak, and I bring you a letter of surrender from the great warlord Goruk. The beast has grabbed your heart. Struggle, and he will tear you apart. Surrender, and you will live."

The silence continued.

Beziak glanced around the hall.

"so?"

He said, "Surrender or die, your choice."

A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and the silence was completely destroyed by the subsequent sound waves.

Mixed among these voices were desperate prayers to the God-Emperor, and Wangorichi could even hear blasphemous words that attempted to beg for forgiveness from the orcs.

Screams, curses, desperate wails, and roars of resistance continued to come from the audience.

Wangorich was tired of all this and looked at the other high lords, wondering if they could come up with any ideas at this critical moment.

Pope Meslin was the first to speak out. He seemed to have forgotten that he was also the driving force behind the Crusade and only wanted to distance himself from it:

"Tur, what have you done! Your Crusade has brought desecration to this sacred place! Holy Terra has been defiled!"

"That's not what you said before!"

Tul retorted, her back turned to the greenskin ambassador, as if she could ignore the tragic reality of the greenskins' existence in the midst of a confrontation with the Pope.

The remaining High Lords surrounded the new Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum, Abervero.

Sark, Lord of the Star Torch Court, spoke in a hysterical hoarse voice: "Why are you still silent?! Give the order quickly! Kill those abominations!"

"Lucifer's Black Guards can take them down at any time!"

Interior Minister Eckhardt was no better, "These beasts don't even have weapons!"

But what does this mean?

Wangolichi began to think. He wondered why these intelligent beasts did not attack at the beginning and why they sent ambassadors to persuade them to surrender.

Looking at these panicked high lords, Wangolichi had the answer in his heart.

They are mocking us with our own civilization and trampling on the dignity of the empire.

What they needed was a fair and complete victory over the human race as orcs, and they had already gotten it from the defeat of the Crusade.

If they shot the orc ambassador here, if the empire's actions were so barbaric that even the orcs pale in comparison, then what glory would this empire have?

From the battlefield to civilization, they have been completely defeated.

Vero didn't order the firing, not because he understood these principles as well as Wangorichi did. As a high lord promoted by Udo, he cast a hesitant look at Udo.

Udo realized that he had to stand up, but he had long lost all confidence.

Faced with these beasts that were far superior to them, he could only roar to hide his cowardice.

"We will never surrender!"

He shouted to Beziak, "We will destroy you filthy xenos..."

Udo lowered his voice and tried to curse more harshly, but when he found himself being stared at by Beziak, he paused, his mind blank and unable to form the next words.

"I won't! We won't! You can never...!"

No one knew what he wanted to say, and his resistance gradually became incoherent.

Before long, he couldn't even shout.

Wangolichi watched this farce quietly, and the performance of the high lords made his heart turn into an ocean of disappointment.

He looked back at the beast and saw that Beziak's two followers were amused by the high lords' performance.

They grinned widely, unabashedly expressing their contempt for the puppets on the podium who could only scream.

But Beziak did not laugh. He just looked at these high lords with contempt, and there seemed to be a hint of pity in his expression.

Wangerich wished he was smiling.

Beziak tapped the marble floor of the palace with his staff, and the sound silenced the High Lords, who were forced to face their hated enemy and the terrible reality from which they could not escape.

"Humans, useless. Worse than farts. Don't try to reason with humans. Destroy them, kill them, eat them. That's fine. Don't try to make them think, they can't."