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

The crowd exploded in an instant, panicked and at a loss.

The ragged gunman stood up, holding high a laser gun that he had taken from the arsenal that Udo had opened when he formed the Jihad Army, and spoke the bloody truth that faith could not conceal.

"They lied to us! Where's the food? Where's the reinforcements? Where's the victory?! Those adults lied to us. Whether we win or not, they can have everything, and we have nothing!"

He was immediately shot dead by the legal officers who were guarding the priest, but his words had already been seared into the hearts of those present. The crowd began to riot, and the violence happening before their eyes was a more direct outlet for them than their faith.

Devout faith in the Emperor cannot change the fact of failure, nor can it fill your stomach.

More than half a year after Terra's supply was cut off, public resentment began to boil over. This time, even the state religion could no longer control the situation.

Terra is burning.

Most factories had long since shut down due to a lack of raw materials, and those decent people living in the Lower Nest, who could once earn a living through work, were now left to wander the streets, starving. When the riots spread from the Lower Nest upwards, these civilians were naturally swept up in them.

They began raiding warehouses controlled by the Arbitral Tribunal in droves, looting food and engaging in gunfights with Arbitral Tribunal law enforcers. This breakdown in order forced the High Lords to convene another meeting, but this time Meslin chose to stay out of it.

People still had a basic reverence for the Emperor, and his church was not affected much during the riot. In the face of the High Lords' demands, he just perfunctorily responded.

"The Emperor's people are now blinded by fear and hunger. Violent suppression will only drive their souls further away from the light."

He feigned compassion in front of the crowd: "The state religion will continue to guide them with love and quench the anger in their hearts with the dew of faith."

Udo found it absurd: "Your pastor can't even save his own life? What we need now is action, not empty words!"

"The path of faith is never easy, and the blood of the martyrs is the witness of the Emperor's will."

"The Emperor's will? No, what Terra needs now is an iron fist, blood, and order!"

Udo angrily retorted to Meslin, but Meslin was no longer speaking.

He lowered his brow and began to pray with a compassionate expression, removing himself from the meeting.

The High Lords could only focus their attention on Marshal Vernon Zek of the Ministry of Justice.

The marshal, who was promoted by Udo, assured everyone that he would do his best to control the situation, but the facts were far from his promise.

The Arbitrators of the Ministry of Justice who came out in full force were counterattacked by the civilians. The complex terrain of the hive city and the weapons that flowed out of the arsenal that had been opened up to form the Crusade Army made the previously invincible Ministry of Justice army suffer heavy losses.

The civilians' shots might not have been accurate, but they were numerous and powerful, and the chaos that broke out everywhere made it difficult for the Ministry of Justice's troops to take care of both ends.

Even with armored vehicles as cover, the entire Ministry of Justice still lost ninety-nine law enforcement teams in just a few days.

On the holographic projection, more than half of Terra's hives were marked crimson, and the flames of riot had spread from the lower hive to the middle hive. The law enforcers were losing ground.

Udo knew that his folly in agreeing to form the Crusades was now a knife in the throat of the Arbites. But he would not admit it, so he could only bypass the Arbites Marshal and ask the Astra Militarum to take control of the situation.

The Supreme Commander of the New Astra Militarum Army was still hesitant about this. Not entirely a puppet of Udo, he had been hesitant ever since hearing that the previous Supreme Commander, Hayes, was still alive and had returned to the Terran Segmentum.

Faced with Udo's request, he evaded the question: "Those people are just civilians..."

"Civilians, how can they be called civilians? The Arbitrators of the Ministry of Justice are the most elite and violent department in the empire besides the army. If they are not afraid of the power of the Arbitrators, they are no longer ordinary citizens. They are obviously thugs!"

Udo stared at Abbervero and threatened, "Or do you want to wait for Hayes to return and take over your position, while you, as the supreme commander who plunged Terra into chaos, are forever nailed to the pillar of shame in history?"

Vero surrendered and authorized the Astra Militarum to enter the hive, replacing the Arbitral Armored Vehicles with tanks and fighter planes, and engaging in fierce fighting with the civilians.

The professional Storm Troopers were also mobilized and used to directly behead leaders among the civilian population, spreading terror that would keep them docile.

Udo even showed up in person to mobilize the Storm Troopers.

"How could we, the Stormbringers, lose to civilians? We are the proud Imperial Guard. History will surely judge us fairly! I urge you to fight to restore the reputation of the Astra Militarum!"

The Stormtroopers could not refuse the request from the Imperial Commander. These soldiers, who had thought they would die on the battlefield against the aliens, took action and poured their bullets into the hungry and desperate civilians.

On Terra, in the heart of humanity, beneath the Battle Moon, they turned their knives against their own people.

The fire of destruction burned towards humans themselves without the need for orcs to bring it down.

Terra was reduced to ashes.

Wangerlich didn't want to make too many comments. The more he saw, the more disappointed he became. He once believed that humans could unite in the face of difficulties, but now it seemed that he was the only fool who believed that.

There was no reliable person in the entire High Lords Council, not even his ally Veritus in the High Lords.

"Sinderman..."

The High Lords, who had not yet witnessed the power of the Assassin's Court, were not very wary of the assassins. In addition, no one on Terra was willing to keep those tomes in the chaotic situation. The disguised Callidus assassin who sneaked in obtained a lot of information related to this name for him.

Kyril Hindman, Chief Preacher of the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet during the final stages of the Great Crusade and chronicler of the Great Crusade, was a staunch believer in the Imperial Truth.

He survived the Heresy and became the founder of the Inquisition. He changed his name, and his current name is -

Veritus.

Leon specifically asked the Inquisition representative, Veritus, to stay.

When Wangoliqi read this, he could hardly believe the connection between the two.

It was difficult for him to combine a preacher of the Imperial Truth with a radical Inquisitor who had previously preached to the Eldar buffoons that "the only way to achieve peace is to bring the entire galaxy under the glory of the Emperor." The most crucial thing was that this Inquisitor came from the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet.

That is the expeditionary fleet of Horus, the leader of the rebellion!

The information at hand did not allow him to deduce what had happened in the meantime, but he found out about Veritus's arrangements around the Inquisition, which spanned a thousand years.

This representative of the Inquisition, who had long known about the rise of the beast, deliberately condoned the incompetence of the High Lords, all because he regarded the Inquisition as the highest authority in the Empire.

In the eyes of this fanatic, only the Inquisition that can exercise judgment on behalf of the Emperor's will is qualified to directly rule over humanity. The failure of the High Lords will help him establish the hegemony of the Inquisition above the Council of High Lords!

Wangorichi, who understood what Veritus wanted to do, broke out in a cold sweat. Although he did not like the Council of High Lords, he could not accept that a group of executioners who were even more unrestrained in killing than him would become Terra's shadow government.

At least the Assassin's Court doesn't have the power to issue extermination orders, right?

Considering that even the guards who did not care about state affairs had to give Veritus some face, Wangerici felt that Veritus' ambitions had a real possibility of being realized, and he could no longer give Veritus any trust.

What else could he expect from a representative of the Inquisition who knew a lot but allowed the crisis to ferment?

With no hope of extinguishing the flames of destruction on Terra, Wangorichi must journey to the Battle Moon.

But before that, he still had some things to prepare.

At his request, the assassins of the Court of Assassins began to act in secret, plotting the assassination and replacement of all the High Lords. Veritus was his primary concern, and even though Leon specifically requested that he stay, he had to be prepared for any eventuality.

The 1,500-year-old Veritus can only rely on a steady supply of life-sustaining drugs to prolong his life. He specially prepared a harmless volatile liquid that will only turn into a deadly poison when it comes into contact with life-sustaining drugs.

With all these preparations made, Wangorich arranged for a ship to travel to the Battle Moon and retrieved the Eldar Harlequin Larriel from the dungeons of the Assassin's Court.

After a few days of "education", he successfully persuaded this elf to stop using those confusing dance dramas to express his meaning.

"Are we heading to the Battle Moon?"

Larry asked.

"Indeed, I only hope that your prophecy will indeed be useful, and that this so-called Blackstone Dagger will be the key to defeating the orcs."

"As long as it is handed over to the right person..."

“Who is the right person?”

"I do not know."

Wangolichi held his forehead with his hand. He suddenly realized that the reason these elves liked to speak in riddles was probably because they themselves could not understand them.

But he had no choice. If the wall could not win the battle against the orcs in the end, then no matter what he did, it would be in vain.

He could only take Larriel on board and try to find the destined person mentioned by the great prophet Uslan on the battle moon.

He fought his way through the Ork artillery fire and reached the final wall landing site on the Battle Moon.

The fighting here was brutal.

The entire battle line was almost destroyed, half of the siege tanks were destroyed by the kamikaze attacks of the orc bombers, and two Thors were turned into scrap metal that could not be repaired even by the immortality program.

The Knight Families also suffered losses of more than half, and the Astartes also began to face heavy sacrifices.

The Black Templars, who were the most aggressive in attack, had to withdraw for a short rest and hand over the defense line to the Iron Knights.

If this continues, the Astra Militarum will inevitably fail, but humanity has finally reaped a dividend from these evolved beasts.

They actually had the intention to return for help.

After the decapitation operation began, the orcs besieging the landing site retreated in droves, giving the humans a chance to catch their breath. Wangoliqi took the opportunity to take Larriel to find Hayes, who was in charge of the ground operations.

"Why did the orcs retreat?"

"Leon is directing the decapitation operation."

Hayes replied, noticing the Eldar behind Wangorichi: "Why did you bring the alien?"

"Is this something important?"

"No, but..."

Before Hayes could finish his words, Magnarick, who was resting in the camp, rushed up from behind.

"How dare you bring an alien onto our battlefield?!"

The Dreadnought took a step forward, and its power gauntlet clenched tightly with a "click", as if it was going to crush the Eldar in front of it in the next second.

"My brothers are bleeding and sacrificing themselves! And you are walking into our position with a damn alien?!"

"Calm down, Marshal Magnaric! He's the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court!"

Hayes dissuaded.

"You think I care about that? I want this alien dead now!"

"This Eldar may be the key to defeating the Orks."

Wangorichi, who had no intention of arguing, turned his gaze to Larryl and said, "Tell him your prophecy."

Larry could already feel a vague pull. He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

“There is no destined person here.”

Magnarick scoffed.

"Look! The alien's lies!"

Wangorich's brow furrowed. He had thought that Larriel's prophecy would point to a certain Astartes Chapter Master, but now the Eldar had given a negative answer.

"Where is that person?"

He pressed.

Larriel looked across the battlefield towards the orc palace.

"over there."

"I must go to the location of the decapitation unit immediately."

Wangerich made a decision, "Hayes, you have to give me a transport plane."

Before Hayes could respond, Magnarick's Dreadnought suddenly took a step forward.

"Do you think I would let an alien get close to our brothers?! If you insist on taking this alien to the battlefield, the Black Templars will monitor you the entire time!"

"Marshal, you and your brothers should rest and then rotate the Iron Knights who are still on the defense line..."

"No, no mission is more important than a dangerous xenomorph!"

Magnarick stubbornly denied it, "Any act of usurpation will be ended by me personally!"

Hayes sighed and waved to his adjutant to contact the final high wall and ask him to send down a Thunderhawk.

"Hurry! Even though the main force of the orcs has returned to reinforce us, the situation remains dire. I will do my best to hold out without the Black Templars until you return victorious, or I will be buried with you in defeat."

Without saying anything more, Wangerlich led Larriel back aboard the gunboat. Magnaric followed closely behind, his and the other Black Templars' guns trained on Larriel.

The Thunder Eagle's engine roared, carrying them towards the orc palace.

There, Leon's decapitation operation is approaching its final decisive battle.

And fate will reveal the answer.

Chapter 214: The Beast Primarch? Weird Mechanism!

The battle deep into the palace went more smoothly than Leon had expected.

The Astartes who have made it this far in the Beast Wars are undoubtedly elite, not to mention that they also carry the last rays of light before the Great Heresy.

Even though the orcs here were all elite, they still advanced to the real core of the orc palace with almost no losses.

The location was a little different, but the scene was similar to what they had seen when they boarded the battle moon over Covenant Harbor.

But this time there will be no Nurgle corruption, they are really going to face a great warlord who controls the battle moon.