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

"No, I stole it."

There was a moment of silence in the scene.

The clowns suddenly had a profound understanding of why Uslan was chosen by the God of Laughter.

Larryl took the tooth. But Uslan didn't stop there. He hesitated for a moment and pulled out a dagger from his pocket.

This is a dagger made of black stone. Although the material is special, it seems to have no other special features to the Harlequin.

Larry thought it was another token, but Uslan shook his head.

"Give it to the Nihilist if you get the chance."

"The Void? Who is that?"

"The answer will be on the Battle Moon. You'll understand when you see it."

Aisha's children began to fall to the singing, and their souls, which died in the ritual, did not enter the Soul Stone, but were captured by the Lady of Hunger.

The singer's voice began to tremble, and the Great Prophet urged him harshly from behind: "Success is in sight! One last fight, brothers and sisters! Your death will tie a favorable rope to the fate of the Ulthwe Ark!"

The last of the devoted Eldar fell dead, the melodies they sang before their deaths distorting the psychic energies that blocked the Webway.

"Boom!"

With a deafening explosion, a crack appeared in the blocked webway.

Larriel wanted to see what was inside, but what greeted him was not some human creation, but a huge demon with bared fangs and claws.

"Oh my God!"

The surviving singers cried out in shock and began to cry, feeling that their sacrifice had only unleashed a senseless disaster.

Larriel understood them; they were non-combatants whose greatest purpose besides singing was to weep meaninglessly like their mother in the Garden of Nurgle.

He felt no sorrow for his fellow men captured by the Lady of Thirst, for he knew that one day they would all find peace in the arms of Aeneid, the god of death.

Uslan waved his staff, restraining the demon in place, and shouted to the clowns: "Go, now!"

Larriel and Harlequin deftly passed by the great demon and headed straight for the Golden Throne.

Theoretically, he could lead his troupe directly to the Emperor's ass and deliver the tooth to him. But the further they advanced, the heavier the mental burden became.

Their keen senses felt an indescribable sadness.

This sadness seemed to be condensed from the suffering endured by mankind for thousands of years, mixed with the sorrow and anger of a cursed person himself, making all the clowns feel breathless.

The Emperor's gaze is not here, but he touches the threshold of everything.

Larriel had once been filled with contempt for these inferior creatures that could burn the oceans of his home planet dry, but now, a corpse on the throne made him feel a fear that even the Lady of Hunger had never made him feel.

That is a destruction that can devour everything, and it is the end that will make the entire galaxy be buried with humanity.

He realized that arriving directly at the foot of the Golden Throne would be courting death.

"We have to find a gentler way of contact. Let's change the route."

he ordered.

The Harlequins felt relieved and quickly looked for a branch road leading to other parts of the palace.

They found one, but encountered the Custodians who had hurried over due to the explosion of the Webway.

Fifteen hundred years after the Heresy, the shadow of the Webway War looms again over the Custodians, this time without the Sisters of Silence who accompanied them in the past.

They were still wondering which evil god had destroyed the Webway, but the moment they saw these Eldar, everything became clear.

The company commander was furious: "Kill them all!"

In fact, even without this sentence, all the imperial guards had already started charging towards the clown.

The followers of Sigol were never afraid of fighting; they transformed it into an art form. But the moment they collided with the Imperial Guards, they realized their "art" was utterly flawed.

Their strength was far inferior to that of these Custodians, and their skill was only slightly superior to that of ordinary Custodians. The Harlequins' skills could not gain them any advantage, and at best only added a little embellishment to the death.

A Harlequin was pierced through the chest by a Royal Guards spear, and his body was crushed by boots before it even hit the ground.

Larriel took the opportunity to step forward, his double blades unfolding like butterfly wings, aiming straight for the Imperial Guard's throat.

But the guard didn't even block. He swung his halberd, as if ready to trade his life for his own, and thrust the sharp blade straight at Larriel's vital point.

Larry hesitated, and stepped back.

A moment of hesitation had already cost him. The halberd slashed through his costume, leaving a horrific wound.

His blood splattered on the golden armor, like a notice of the end of the performance.

Larry's heart went cold.

He realized that these imperial guards did not care about their lives as much as they did. They did not even seek to use their numerical advantage to annihilate them without any casualties. Instead, they would kill the aliens who dared to invade the palace as quickly as possible even if it meant sacrificing themselves.

Their art was useless in the face of the other's cold wrath.

It was not until then that he lost his arrogance and remembered that he was carrying a token given to him by the great prophet that could prove his purpose.

"Friendship! Friendship!"

Larriel shouted, and took out the tooth of the nocturnal salamander. But in return, more Custodians rushed towards him.

He was forced to continue fighting: "My name is Laril Rey, Shadow Prophet of the Shadow Opera. I come here by command of Eldrad Uslan to deliver an important message to the Emperor of Mankind. Friendship! Friendship! Cease your fighting!"

No one cared what he said, as his fellow troupes had already fallen in droves.

The remaining Harlequins realized that they could not survive, so they spontaneously protected Larriel in the middle, hoping that he could break through the encirclement of the Custodes and rush to the throne where the Emperor sat.

He almost succeeded.

In the last antechamber leading to the Golden Throne, he was surrounded by the Guards who had dealt with all the remaining clowns.

Laril looked back and saw the bodies of his companions scattered across the ground. Their desperate struggle had not inflicted much loss on the Custodians. This crushed his pride as an Eldar, and he surrendered.

But he still remembered holding up the teeth of the nocturnal salamander: "Peace! Peace!"

No one paid any attention. He only heard the cold voice of the leading imperial guard captain.

"Shut up this filthy alien. I won't let him utter another word."

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Wangorichi realized that the battle was over, with only a few dozen guardsmen left punching and kicking the only Harlequin on the ground.

Wangolichi had never seen the Imperial Guards fight before. This was the first time he saw them fight.

Wangorichi was astonished by their outstanding skills as warriors, but he also felt a subtle dissatisfaction with the Imperial Guards.

Why were the Imperial Guards, so distinguished as they were, secluded within the Imperial Palace? The human empire was suffering a catastrophe, and they were simply watching from the sidelines.

In any case, the danger of the Eldar invasion was resolved. Wangerlich wanted to relax, but the look of the guards beating the clown to death made his heart rise to his throat again.

He stepped forward quickly, but was stopped by four guardsmen, their overlapping spears blocking his way.

"Let me through! I am Wangorichi, Grand Master of the Assassin's Court!"

This identity attracted the attention of the imperial guards. When their leader came over, Wangorichi recognized his identity.

"Captain Bayreuth."

"Wangoliqi, what are you doing here?"

"Pardon me, but I hear him speaking of friendship. I doubt their intentions are anything more than invasion."

"Regardless of their actual purpose, the fact that they invaded the palace is true, and they deserve to die."

The Captain sternly rejected Wangerich: "Friendship is just a pretext he uses to deceive us, as it has been since the Great Crusade."

The Great Crusade, what a distant word. Wangerlich realized that these guards were still immersed in the past, in their past glory or failure.

But now is not the past. With Terra facing a crisis, Wangoliqi must collect any available intelligence. He must save this Eldar.

"Captain of the Guards, please do not execute him. He is the only Eldar survivor. We can only learn the Eldar's true intentions from him."

Realizing that this might be his only chance to complete his mission and survive, Larriel desperately shouted: "I have brought a token! A tooth of a nocturnal salamander! This is the eighteenth child of the Emperor..."

His voice was quickly drowned out by the beatings of the guards. Bayreuth looked at Wangerich, his eyes filled with obvious contempt and distrust.

"You, the King of Killers, are you pleading for mercy for an alien? Do people like you only kill humans?"

"What if what he said is true? We must treat it with caution."

"Have you the right to speak so, Grand Master? It was your lack of caution that led to the orcs' arrival. We, the Custodes, will not make the same mistake again."

The captain waved his hand, signaling the guards, now done with their anger, to execute the Eldar on the spot. Wangorichi was anxious: "I command you to stop!"

"Only the Emperor can command us."

The guards raised their swords and were about to kill Larriel. At the critical moment, a voice familiar to Wangorichi rang out.

"Then in the name of the Emperor, I demand that you stop!"

Veritus, who had previously claimed that he wanted to meet with the commander of the Guards, appeared here. He held up his Inquisitor's seal and his men fanned out on both sides of him, surrounding the Guards.

"I am a representative of the Inquisition, one of the Twelve Supreme Lords. I exercise the authority of the Emperor! When He sits upon the Golden Throne, the Inquisition has the right to lead Him in His decisions, for we are an extension of His will!"

PS1: In this book, the Custodians are strengthened and compensated (in the original book, the Custodians were generally superior but were killed by the Harlequins. In the end, they were stopped by the two Warhound Titans in front of the Golden Throne and failed)

PS2: I have finally finished the extra chapters, and will resume the single chapters later. Can you give me a break?

Chapter 207 Guilliman’s decision may not be questioned, but it is unlikely that it will not be questioned.

Bayreuth looked at Veritus.

The Guards didn't care about the mess between the High Lords, just like Wangorici had to reveal his identity before they knew that he was the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court. They didn't care who sat in that position at all.

But Veritus was different. Even Bayreuth had heard of the name of this Lord Inquisitor.

Of course, not the name Veritus.

"Sinderman."

The captain of the guards spoke up, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Wangerich didn't know who Hindman was. Veritus responded, "I'm sure."

Bayreuth muttered something, perhaps a sigh, perhaps a curse.

He made a gesture, and the guards began to retreat, making way for the paralyzed Larriel.

"I hope you won't do anything stupid that would put us at odds."

"I can promise that we can interrogate this Eldar together if you wish."

The captain was a little tempted, but a soldier who came to report the news dispelled his idea. The other party whispered in his ear:

"The Commander demands that you return to the Webway as soon as possible to join the battle. The Eldar who destroyed the Webway have not continued to fight against the Archdaemon. The creatures of Chaos have already poured into the Webway."

Bayreuth nodded and turned, saying, "You have the right to dispose of this alien, but we will not let anyone near the Golden Throne again. Please return. This place will be under a long period of blockade."

The guards ordered Larriel to leave and threw him out of the lobby before leaving in a hurry.

Wangorich, unaware of the Webway, believed the Custodes cared only about the Emperor and not the Empire, and was disappointed by the Custodes, who had shown through their actions that they would not participate in the Beast War.

Veritus expressed his understanding. "They will not and cannot go out. After all, before Guilliman fell into slumber, he issued a restriction order prohibiting the deployment of the Custodes as a military force."

Guilliman again!

Wangerich felt an inexplicable annoyance and changed the subject: "You showed up just in time, Veritus. I thought I would lose your help. But who is Sinderman?"

"I haven't heard of that name."

"Such statements only make me feel like I live in a world ruled by idiots and liars."

"At least the latter is necessary—just like the Imperial Truth once was."

Wangerich knew the secret of Veritus, a man who had lived for fifteen hundred years and was one of the founders of the Inquisition. He had thought he knew the old man well, but another name mentioned by the Custodians piqued his curiosity.

Was Hindman his former alias? Why had he never heard of it?

He combined this with Leon's request that he leave Veritus behind to form a new High Lords Council, and became deeply suspicious of Veritus.

But Veritus had already begun interrogating the Eldar clown, so he could only make a note of it in his mind and then take the lead in the interrogation.

"Why should we trust your testimony about friendship?"

Veritus asked.

"I carry with me a token given to our Great Prophet Uslan by Primarch Vulgan...er, during your recent civil war."