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

Beziak first explained this to his men, then shrugged and looked at the high lords again: "So, you want to die? Last chance."

The Council of Twelve was speechless.

Wangoliqi opened his mouth, but found that he also had nothing to say.

Udo's nonsense was true. They didn't communicate with the beasts, thus preserving the last trace of respectability for this empire built on the corpses of aliens.

There will be no surrender, no negotiation possible.

In front of a talking orc, silence is the only response.

Beziak looked at them deeply and nodded.

"Then you choose death."

It slammed its cane to the ground and turned to leave the council hall.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the orc ambassador. After he left, the parliament hall fell into a long silence, and then broke out into a quarrel that was even more intense and meaningless than before.

The High Lords were too idealistic, and held a sense of arrogance that was taken for granted. When this arrogance was shattered, everything they had was destroyed.

"There's no point in staying here any longer."

Veritus said.

The equally shocked Inquisition representative was the first to regain consciousness.

He walked away from Wangerich, who subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to speak with the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards. Do you want to come with me?"

Wangerich did not answer.

He wanted to go, but the weight of a crumbling civilization weighed on his soul, holding him still.

Veritus had no choice but to leave first, leaving the Grand Master alone here.

The High Lords once again filled the council hall with their folly, and their quarrels became a melody of despair that enveloped Wangorich's ears.

He even heard these people begin to discuss what surrender terms they should offer to the orcs if they surrendered.

Although the person who first proposed this claimed that it was just a precaution, Wangoliqi could see fear and weakness in their eyes.

Resistance seemed to no longer be an option for them. Even if the orcs left, these people were still trampling on the empire's last dignity.

Why are these people the leaders of the empire?

What will become of our great empire?

Wangerich didn't know the answer.

He thought of the Emperor, Leon, and the assassination list he had compiled.

I will fight, he told himself, I will fight.

He's going to fight his way.

He shook off his despair and regained his composure. He realized that saving the empire was not simply a matter of assassinating the High Lords and replacing them, and that Sage Leon, who had long planned for the future High Lords' Council, might have anticipated the current situation.

He left the parliament hall and paced around the palace square, thinking about what he should do next.

But suddenly, a violent explosion broke out in the parliament hall.

Wangolichi turned around in horror and found that the entire High Lord's Council Hall was cracked and collapsed in the explosion.

The bodies of the empire's useless dignitaries rolled back and forth like a waterfall, and alarms and screams of panic rang out one after another.

This building was constructed using the finest materials in the entire empire. What kind of explosion could have produced such a magnitude?!

Wangolich ran all the way back to the door of the council hall. He saw the captain of the Black Guard, whom he had met once when he landed, trying to maintain order at the door.

"Mercado! What happened? Are they orcs? Did they plant a bomb in the ground?"

Wangorich felt that the orcs had no chance of doing so, but they were the only enemy he could think of at the moment.

The Black Guard Captain gave him an unexpected answer.

"No, this is just implicated."

Mercado's voice was equally filled with disbelief: "The actual explosion occurred underground in the Emperor's Palace!"

Wangerich was frightened. He stepped forward, grabbed Mercado, and shook him, saying, "What did you say?! Who did this?!"

"It's the Eldar!"

"how many?"

"A lot! But the most important ones are the seven or eight among them. Those Eldar are dressed very brightly, like clowns—"

Wangolichi didn't want to listen to Mercado's description. He shook him off and hurried towards the palace.

The company commander shouted behind him: "Where are you going?"

"Go face this crisis you can't solve!"

He summoned the Assassin's Court's floating vehicle and rushed to the palace as quickly as possible.

The hovercrafts of other dignitaries blocked his path, and everyone was eager to escape. Wangerich even wanted to order direct fire to clear a path from mid-air.

But he didn't need to do anything, the orcs helped him complete the task.

The hovercraft heading towards the palace began to descend in panic. Wangorichi looked up and found that the second moon hanging high above Terra was bursting with dazzling green light, and countless beams of light and huge rocks were heading straight for the surface of Terra.

Just as the Orc ambassador had said, the Greenskins began to rain destruction.

"The Emperor is above..."

Wangerich closed his eyes.

He did not believe in the Emperor, but he really needed the Emperor to solve the current mess.

The void shield covering the entire palace was activated, and the anti-aircraft weapons on the ground also began to roar, temporarily blocking the orcs' attack outside.

Wangorichi forced himself to focus on the Eldar. When he arrived at the palace, he found hundreds of Lucifer Black Guards exchanging fire with a dozen Eldar outside the palace.

It often takes more than a dozen Black Guards to restrain one Eldar. Under this exchange ratio, the Eldar actually have the advantage in the battle.

They dance their way through the ranks of the Black Guard, and no mortal is a match for them.

Wangorich jumped directly from the hovercraft and joined the battle. Several Eldar noticed the Grand Master and approached him.

"You filthy bean sprouts, what are you attacking the palace for?!"

he questioned.

The Eldar who faced him didn't respond, but instead displayed their darts and blades. Wangorichi took a deep breath and injected himself with a special stimulant.

The battle took place in the blink of an eye. The Eldar's movements were so fast that mortals could only catch blurry afterimages, but Wangorich's experience and the blessing of drugs allowed him to keep up with the opponent's movements.

He raised his pistol and fired to block the enemy's path of movement, but the Eldar easily dodged most of the bullets and split the remaining ones in half with his sword.

He quickly approached Wangerlich and started fighting. The sharp blade repeatedly approached Wangerlich's neck, but Wangerlich narrowly avoided it.

This dangerous confrontation was only temporary, as Wangerlich's power blade began to shatter in the collision. The Eldar realized his opponent had lost the upper hand and quickly stepped forward, intending to kill Wangerlich once and for all.

But this was Wangorichi's disguise.

When the arrogant Eldar was close enough to him, he suddenly turned his hand sideways, and the hidden blade popped out of his sleeve and pierced the head of the Eldar who was not expecting this trick.

The Eldar fell helplessly.

The rest of the Eldar screamed in anger upon seeing this scene, but these aliens were no match for them.

The small number of Eldar had to rely on each other's support to deal with so many Black Guards. The fall of one Eldar pushed the entire domino effect.

When some Eldar, realizing that their situation was hopeless, began to retreat, the Black Guards quickly won the battle.

Wangorich looked over the Eldar corpse.

These bean sprouts had limbs as slender as reeds, and more like dolls specially customized for the pleasure of a wealthy upper-class kid than living things. He found it hard to imagine such fighting power contained within such bodies.

This ancient race does have the capital to be arrogant, but their arrogance is also their weapon.

But when he thought that the orcs had taken advantage of human arrogance to humiliate humans, he could not feel any joy at the victory of this battle.

The Black Guards stepped forward to express their gratitude to the Grand Master for his support.

"Thank you for your support, Grand Master. Without you, we would have allowed these foul xenos to enter the Emperor's sanctuary."

"Their purpose is not to go in."

Wangorichi replied.

This group of elves is too small in number. No matter how arrogant the elves are, they would not be stupid enough to send a dozen ordinary elves to break into the palace.

And among these elves, there are none of those elves dressed like clowns as Mercado mentioned.

Wangorichi realized that the purpose of these ordinary Eldar might just be to distract attention, and their real core had already entered the sanctuary.

"Follow me, they have already entered the palace!"

He led the Black Guards into the depths of the temple and found that the Custodians, who never left the temple, were engaged in a firefight with the clown-like Eldar. Occasionally, there were one or two corpses of Custodians on the ground, but more were those of the clowns.

Wangorich felt uneasy about the Eldar's reckless advance. He looked up and found that in the last antechamber near the Golden Throne, the guards were surrounding the only remaining Eldar clown.

Chapter 206: The spirit race’s ingenious plan brings peace to the world.

Under the swords and spears of the Custodians, Harlequin Larriel Rey would recall the afternoon when he accepted the mission from the Great Prophet Eldrar Uslan.

Uslan, the Great Prophet of the Usvi Arkworld, the savior of thousands of Eldar, and one of the most influential leaders among the Eldar today.

He enjoys interacting with humans and often makes some bizarre decisions, which are often proven to be correct afterwards.

So when Uslan told the clown and the choir that he had a big plan that needed their help, they did not refuse.

It was not until they arrived here that they realized something was wrong.

"It has been sealed, Great Prophet."

The leader of the Eldar choir said, "The sacrifice required to open it will be far beyond our imagination."

Before them was a crude and broken webway that was not made by the Ancient Saints. It extended for a very short distance and was cut off at the end by four terrifying supreme evil forces.

It was very unsafe, and even the Eldar who were familiar with the way to pass through the webway had never set foot on this road. If it were not for the order of the Great Prophet Ulthlan, they would not have forced their way here by following the webway left by the ancient saints.

But being able to find this place does not mean they have the ability to pass through - in addition to the four supreme evil forces, this section of the webway is also firmly blocked by a golden psychic energy, preventing the elves from moving forward.

"But we must do this. If we wait until our ancient enemy awakens, the price we have to pay will increase exponentially, even leading to the destruction of our entire race."

"You mean the Necrons? They've..."

"No, it's the beasts. They've wreaked havoc across the galaxy. Although those monkeys are at the forefront, several craftworlds are also threatened. We must warn the prisoner on the throne and work with the monkeys to curb their momentum. Otherwise, the gods of the beasts will rise in this catastrophe."

Uslan sighed, "Our Mother of Life is imprisoned in the Garden of Corruption, and Sigal, the Laughing God, is nowhere to be found. The Eldar are now too weak to face a fully fledged Greenskin race like they once did with the Golem."

The choir leader nodded in agreement.

But when he thought of the solution just proposed by the prophet, he subconsciously shook his head.

So the warning is to blow up the toilet?

The choir leader tried to calm his throbbing temples. "Isn't this a bit... too aggressive?"

"This is the joint decision of the Uswei Ark Prophet Council."

The choir leader sighed, knowing he couldn't refuse anymore.

He could only muster his own men. Under Uslan's gaze, the choir's victims were chosen.

The remaining Eldar gather around these chosen victims, singing interwoven melodies that draw upon psychic energy.

Sadness enveloped Aisha's children like a poisonous fog. Uslan paid no attention to their sorrow. He turned around and looked at the Shadow Song Harlequin Troupe behind him.

Here, Laril and his companions were performing a play mocking the sacrifices of Aisha's followers - the followers of the Laughing God always mocked everything.

When Uslan looked at them, Larriel, the leader of the clowns, ended his performance and saluted respectfully to the great prophet who was suspected to be protected by the God of Laughter.

"Lariel, take these. When you cross the Webway and reach the human palace, these tokens will serve as proof of your purpose."

It was the tooth of a wild beast. Larry hesitated: "What is this...?"

"The tooth of the nocturnal salamander, from the homeworld of the Emperor's most compassionate son. It will convince the monkeys of your sincerity. Bring it to the Emperor, and He will know the whereabouts of His Son."

Larry was in awe of the great prophet's extensive network of contacts. "You have a friendship with him?"