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

The arrival of the Black Templars alleviated the problem of insufficient manpower. Leon and Kurland did not hesitate. They led the team to withdraw and came to the door. They found that in addition to Isaga, the undead army originally responsible for clearing the periphery had also arrived here with the Black Templars.

They were defending together, with Wangorichi and an Eldar also staying here.

The two men's eyes turned to the Eldar clown beside Wangorichi.

Kurland was surprised why there was a clown here, while Leon was surprised that the imperial guards actually left a clown alive.

"Does our only hope against the Ork Warlords lie in an Eldar?"

Kurland was puzzled to find out that the alien Magnarik was talking about was an Eldar. In the human empire, the reputation of these bean sprouts was no better than that of the orcs.

"maybe."

Leon replied, knowing that Douya had reached Terra by bombing the webway, he looked at the Eldar clown and said:

"I just hope the Emperor can keep his eyes."

Chapter 215: Some gods came over after smelling the scent.

Although he always likes to shift the blame, Douya is on the same path as humans in the overall direction of fighting chaos.

Leon knew that the "help" the Eldar had provided to humans during the Beast War included clearing the Warp channels that were in chaos due to the influence of the Ork Waaaagh's energy, revealing the location of the Fire Dragon Lord Vorkan, and warning that the Chaos forces were about to launch a counterattack in the aftermath of the Beast War.

Considering that the ambitious Abaddon launched his Second Black Crusade shortly after the Battle of Ullanor, the climax of the Beast Wars, these reminders are indeed of some value.

But these values ​​are not as great as the damage caused by the reminder method of this group of bean sprouts.

You want to blow up the Internet just for reporting a message. Where did you come from, red-skinned Ogryn?

If not, who will hit you?

However, this was not something Leon could interfere with, so he just let it develop. He felt that the overall trend of the matter should remain the same as before, but the clown brought by Wangoliqi made him realize that the matter had also changed.

These bean sprouts that had triggered PTSD in the Imperial Guards should have been slaughtered by the Imperial Guards, leaving only one survivor to be imprisoned forever. But now there was a clown standing before him, his narrow eyes repeatedly examining something as if to confirm something.

He cast a questioning look at Wangerich.

Wangolichi, who noticed Leon's gaze, had a lot to say.

He wanted to ask Leon why he could predict the future and whether he knew the true nature of Veritus, but the sound of the Black Templars hacking and killing from inside made him realize that the situation was urgent.

He pointed at Larrier and explained simply: "He said he was going to look for a destined person on the Battle Moon."

"Do you still believe this?"

"The empire is in danger. I have no choice."

"Well, what's the point of finding it?"

Everyone turned their attention to Larry, waiting for the Bean Sprout's answer. But Larry just looked at Leon, his body trembling slightly.

He was standing there, but it seemed as if he wasn't standing there. To the psychically gifted Larriel, what he saw wasn't even the void of nothingness that the Untouchables could see in the Warp, but a pure shell of the real universe that didn't even exist in the Warp.

But he also had a familiar aura about him—the aura of a Star God. That aura didn't originate from the other person himself, but seemed to be attached to him, the medium through which he could connect to the universe.

The Hollow One...?

Laril suddenly understood what the Great Prophet Uslan said, and he subconsciously grasped the Black Stone Dagger in his hand. But he was still unsure.

"I need some time to confirm."

he whispered.

Leon shrugged: "It seems your animal friends are not very reliable, Wangoliqi."

Wangoliqi sighed. He also began to feel that it was a bit crazy for him to pin his hopes on an alien.

"Don't worry about it."

Li Ang waved his hand, and several undead soldiers stepped forward and tied up the bean sprout. Among them, Neos was the most active.

"Time is running out. We must find the location of the device that provides me with the power of thinking."

He originally thought that device was a side quest to see if he could make some money, but he didn't expect that it would become the main quest now.

The Astartes searched the area for several minutes but found nothing. Fortunately, Xie Ri, who Leon had sent out earlier, brought good news.

"Great Master! Great Master! I think I've found the way!"

He tumbled and crawled to Leon's side, with hundreds of murderous orcs chasing after him: "These blind guys just realized I'm yours!"

The Astartes opened fire, blasting the pursuers behind them into a hail of shredded flesh. Taking a breath, Xie Ri approached Leon and said, "Down below! I saw it in the ventilation duct! It's full of shiny energy canisters! But there are a lot of technical masters and special forces guys over there... I think I'll need to take all the canisters here to fight."

Xie Ri meant to bring Isaga, who was responsible for defending the battlefield, with him, but the battle with the orc warlord seemed to have opened Pandora's box, and the orc boys who had disappeared before now continued to pour in.

If they left hastily, the Black Templar inside might collapse even faster under attack from both inside and outside.

The situation didn't allow for hesitation, so Leon made a quick decision: "Neos, you lead the Undead Army to hold this place, and the others come with me."

Isaga recalled the tragic defense of the teleportation beacon. These orcs, strengthened by humiliating humanity, had suffered heavy losses even for his Terminator team: "Even if they had power armor, this battlefield was too much for them."

"Then they must hold on, too. Neos, I don't want casualty figures, I just want the results of holding on!"

Everyone looked at Neos, and the leader of the undead army nodded without hesitation.

"We will not fail here, and neither will humanity."

This assurance strangely dispelled Isaga's doubts. Everyone began to prepare to depart, but Lancelot, who had just been knocked away by the orc warlord, approached Leon and expressed his desire to stay.

"I will stay here with my brothers to hold back the orc warlord."

"Your injuries are not light."

Leon sized up the Black Templar. His blood coagulation system had restored some combat capability, but at best, he was only capable of dealing with ordinary orcs. "Are you sure?"

Lancelot nodded firmly.

Leon didn't say much. He agreed to let the Black Templar stay, and then marched towards the device with Wangorichi.

The battle deep into the heart of the Ork installation was fierce and swift.

The passage was packed with fanatical orc boys who roared and pounced on the Astartes, attacking frantically with crude machetes and live ammunition rifles.

In the face of large numbers and close combat, the Astartes' advantage of faster reaction is not obvious.

Isaga was the first to stop. His psychic energy gathered into lightning, shaking away the surrounding orcs: "Keep going! The Blamer will hold this place!"

These sources were the last section of defense under the walls of Terra's palace during the Heresy. The Sons of Dorne stopped in their tracks and roared, "Never fail!"

But soon, they encountered a more elite wave of Orc guards - these greenskins wore patchwork power armor and held Empire-style melta weapons. They were obviously not ordinary scofflaws.

Everyone realized that the Orcs' technological level was approaching that of the Empire. Kurland also stopped and swung his power sword. "Dorn!"

"For the glory of you and the Lord of Terra!"

The Imperial Fist responded, also stopping here and starting a brutal fight.

Leon didn't hesitate and continued to break through with the rest of the group. He finally reached the center of the basement and saw the huge orc device.

A massive spherical device, constructed from scrap metal and unidentified technology, hovered in the center of the room, its surface radiating the faint green power of thought. Countless thick cables connected it from all sides, like a beating heart, pumping the entire Battle Moon.

Destroying it would not only deprive the orc warlords of their incredible combat power, but would also eliminate most of the entire battle moon.

Standing in front of the device was a unique orc.

"finally come."

The orc spoke in fluent High Gothic, his tone tinged with disappointment, "This is much slower than I expected. Human efficiency is truly lamentable."

Li Ang narrowed his eyes: "Can you speak human language?"

The black dragon Mirabreas had once reminded him that the wisdom of the atavistic orcs was enough to master language, diplomacy, and a series of complex behaviors. However, seeing it for the first time still surprised Leon a little.

"Words are just tools, oil man."

The orc shrugged. "I thought you would have discovered this place earlier. It seems I overestimated your intelligence."

He looked at all the "people" present with a kind of condescending disdain. This familiar feeling of contempt made Wangoliqi's heart beat faster. He remembered the identity of this orc: "Beziak."

The orc who had previously gone to the High Lords Council for diplomacy also recognized the Grand Master of the Assassin Court: "You are one of those losers."

"I won't go with them!"

Wangorich retorted that he was ashamed to be in the company of those high lords.

"Does it matter? What's the difference between losers? You have no chance of winning."

Beziak was completely unlike the common orcs in his rough and tumble manner. He seemed to be stating an irrefutable truth: "You humans always claim to be the masters of the galaxy. But you are divided, ignorant, and constantly fighting among yourselves. And orcs? We were born for war and for victory."

His gaze shifted back, and everyone followed his gaze, looking toward the surging Waaagh! energy core behind him. Leon studied the large device, faintly discerning two massive shadows within it.

"This is our power, pure belief, turning the impossible into reality. You call it 'thinking', but you will never understand its nature. We only need to 'think', and we can do it."

"Your empire can only survive by relying on rigid dogmas and corrupt systems, while we orcs will only grow stronger with each battle, and the more we die, the more we die! Every fallen orc will make the living more ferocious, and every victory will make our next Waaagh! even more violent!"

He smiled, a humane, sarcastic smile on his ferocious face.

"Your failure is not accidental, but inevitable. Your despair, your struggle, will only make us stronger. The great Gogo and Maogo will return from your corpses. When that happens, the entire galaxy will become the most awesome and waaaagh battlefield, and we will unleash an unprecedented waaaagh!"

Wangoliqi's throat rolled over. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't find the words to refute.

The infighting among the High Lords on Terra, the riots of the civilians, the suppression by the Ministry of Justice and the Astra Militarum - all of this seemed so ugly under the well-founded ridicule of the Orks.

He realized that words were useless and pale. The only way to prove the other party wrong was with his fists.

He clenched the dagger in his hand, the forbidden stimulant almost pumping into his body. But Leon held him down, shook his head at Wangorichi, and then looked at Beziak.

"That's a good idea, but I suggest you get your Gou and Mao brothers a more comfortable toilet, preferably with a talking device."

Beziak was puzzled, but he understood that Leon was humiliating Gao Mao.

"Just like that can of gold, you shrimps, admit your failure!"

His roar marked the beginning of the battle. Waaagh! Energy erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption, and a psychic storm swept around. Thick psychic lightning struck directly at Leon, but it disappeared into thin air just before it touched Leon.

"Oh?"

Beziak looked at Li Ang with some surprise, "You are quite interesting."

Leon didn't answer. The Soul Drinkers behind him, led by Armidale, pressed forward. Greatswords, axes, and spears attacked in unison, but each strike was twisted and deflected just before impact.

A Soul Drinker tried to attack with a gunlance loaded with melta, but the gushing beam of heat suddenly stopped an inch in front of Beziak, and then disappeared as if erased by an eraser, as far as I could see.

It was as if it had been "rejected", and conventional attacks were completely ineffective.

"This is the power that you shrimps cannot understand!"

Beziak roared triumphantly, but he was unable to completely overwhelm the Soul Drinkers because he still had to dodge Leon's attacks that ignored Waaaagh!'s stance.

The situation reached a stalemate, but whoever could do nothing was the orcs' victory. The light of the energy core behind Beziak suddenly grew an inch.

"That thing has been strengthened again! I think those black cans up there can't hold up anymore!"

Xie Ri's voice was filled with a rare hint of panic: "Great Skill Master, quickly use your invincible power to find a solution!"

Li Ang didn't answer.

As he assessed the situation, he realized that he lacked the decisive power.

Not to mention whether he can encounter Bezak, the device that can continuously apply buffs also ensures that Bezak will not be repeatedly weakened by Leon and finally beheaded like the technical master on Maxim.

How can he break the deadlock when the long-range attacks he can launch are not lethal enough?

After a moment of thought, he looked at the two soul stones in his hand.

"Perhaps I should try using other psychic powers to counteract the Waaagh energy and see if I can weaken this I'm thinking about..."

He thought this method was feasible, but it obviously touched a sensitive nerve among the bean sprouts present.

Larry struggled desperately, drawing Leon's attention to his presence.

Leon ripped off Neossay's things, and Larry, who had regained his ability to speak, immediately said, "You can't do this to my compatriots!"

"Then tell me how to do it?"

Larriel hesitated for a moment, took out the black stone dagger hidden on his body and handed it to Leon.

"This was given to me by the Great Prophet Uslan... I can exchange it for the Soul Stone."

Leon took the dagger from him. Larry asked anxiously, "Where's the Soul Stone?"

"If this dagger can help the current situation, I will consider it."

The feeling was a strange one. Douya didn't explain its material, but the conversion head that the Void Dragon attached to Leon made him understand that this was the so-called black stone.

Black stone is the authority of the Void Dragon, but the black stone used to make this dagger makes Leon feel a faint repulsion.