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

This is not a victory for the High Lords, nor a victory for a certain legion.

As Lancelot said, this is a victory for mankind.

They used flesh, blood and steel to regain human dignity!

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Perhaps because the orcs became smarter and stronger after defeating the Crusade, their battle moon on Terra did not self-destruct with the death of Goruk and the retreat of the orcs.

It was rickety, but at least it hadn't disintegrated on its own and was still a place to stay.

Considering that Wangorichi was still planning Terra, Leon didn't rush to the human home planet. He stayed on the Battle Moon and asked the Forge General to deliver a batch of protein bars with specially improved taste.

In addition to the Astra Militarum's stock of Grox steaks and canned Ant Bull, and even some wine normally reserved for officers, the small number of Felynx also managed to prepare several large pots.

After more than half a year of traveling around the battlefields, the Astra Militarum soldiers could finally start an unbridled carnival without worrying about logistics.

The Astartes did not participate, and they even guarded the Astra Militarum's revelry. Kurland asked the warriors of the Last Wall not to let down their guard. For them, this battle would not be completely over until they reached Terra.

Under the protection of the Space Marines, the Orks dared not attack at all. They retreated to the plains of the Battle Moon, allowing the humans to revel in their defeat.

But after the carnival, Leon and they still had things to do.

The Astra Militarum began gathering their repair equipment and compiling the list of casualties, while Leon returned to the basement of the orc palace and continued tinkering with the Waaagh energy device.

He gradually realized that what Beziak said before his death about Mao's return was not nonsense.

Under Leon's command, Urkidex inserted several probes into the core of the device. The probes detected the wavelength of Waaaagh's energy and presented it to the device.

Xie Ri squatted aside, adjusting the energy readings through his own thinking, and occasionally murmured excitedly.

"Master, I think we have found some patterns!"

Urkidix saw something: "It is imitating the wave pattern of the warp energy, but more... primitive."

"Primitive, but efficient. Orcs don't need complex psionic theories, they just need 'I think' to warp reality."

Leon answered, then looked at Larry who was tied to the restraint chair beside him.

"Again."

Leon ordered: "Use your psychic energy to probe deep into the device and tell me what you see."

Larry's slender face twisted into a frown as he struggled, preferring to go back to Wangorichi and spend time in jail rather than be tortured like this again.

Leon's behavior even reminded him of the Dark Eldar.

He hadn't had much dealings with his fallen cousins, but asking him to explore the power of the orcs?

This action was more terrifying and horrifying to him than the 100,000 dark elves in front of him!

He wanted to refuse, but Leon shook the Elven Soul Stone in his hand.

Larry immediately deflated and obediently channeled his psychic energy deeper into the device.

Almost immediately, Larry's pupils contracted and his body trembled violently. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw, but Leon stopped him sternly.

"Hold on, describe what you saw!"

“I… I saw…”

His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Two phantoms..."

In Larriel's psychic vision, two vague outlines emerged from the depths of the dark green energy.

They are not entities, but rather a condensation of certain concepts.

"One is as tall as a mountain, the other is as cunning as a snake..."

He instinctively described the direct feeling these two entities gave him, "But he doesn't seem to be moving..."

"Keep getting closer."

Leon ordered Larriel, "See if they are responding to the orcs' call."

Larriel's psychic energy penetrated deeper again. But this time, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

"They...they saw me!"

The next second, Larriel's body convulsed violently, blood oozing from his nostrils and ears. Urkidix immediately severed the connection to the psychic amplifier, while Xieri frantically adjusted the device's suppression field.

"interesting."

Li Ang didn't care about Douya's life or death. "It seems that Gao Mao is no longer a legend."

Now he understood why the orcs flew a battle moon directly over Terra.

The significance of humiliating humanity that Beziak had been emphasizing was too abstract and lacked comprehension. All people could directly observe was the evolution of the beastmen.

Through this device, Leon realized that the orcs were seeking more than just their own evolution.

With every increase in the momentum of their "Waaagh!", the increased power of my thoughts would be aggregated through this device and fed back into the unique local area network in their subspace, becoming the nourishment that awakened the second brother.

No wonder they were provoking, humiliating the Empire, and demanding the High Lords' surrender. It turns out they were using various methods to extract Waaaagh energy from humanity.

Leon had already learned from Miraberias that the orcs did exist, but he still marveled at the magic of the orc race.

Apart from being amazed, he was not too worried about the situation.

Judging from the information provided by Larry, this process is only in its infancy.

In the original history, Gomao's second brother never truly awakened, so the only hope was that the Bone Crusher, who couldn't even overturn an Armageddon, would emerge ten thousand years later. Now that Leon has greatly accelerated the process of resolving this crisis, Gomao will have even less chance.

He was more concerned about what he could learn from this device.

This device allowed him to glimpse the existence of the Greenskin God and revealed some of the operating principles of the Orcs' unique psychic powers. He combined this principle with the knowledge in his mind and deduced the practical application of the principle.

"My power of thinking..."

Just like the mental sensing framework of "The believing heart is your magic", in terms of thought being stronger than matter, Leon thought of a new possibility.

"The mind is more important than things...?"

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Unfortunately, psychic power is not his forte, and the Void Dragon, as a converter, is completely clueless about the ancient creations like the Greenskin.

In the absence of principles and examples, Li Ang could only think of a general direction, and had no idea about the rest.

"It seems we need to capture more of these orcish devices and study them further, and perhaps we'll find some clues."

He ended the experiment and looked at Douya, who had always been his psychic medium.

Larry slumped in his chair, his slender body seemingly drained of all strength. His narrow eyes were half-open, his gaze unfocused, as if he were still immersed in the terrifying psychic resonance just now.

Even when Leon threw the Soul Stone to him, he didn't react at all. The Soul Stone arced and landed on Larriel's knees, making a slight clatter.

"You can take the soul stone and leave now."

Larriel raised his head with difficulty. Having witnessed some of the methods of the Inquisition and the Assassins' Court, he found it unbelievable.

"You...are just going to let me go like this? Don't you have any other requests?"

"I keep my word. What do you ask of me? Just leave alive and bring back the news that the Great Prophet Uslan almost killed his compatriots."

Although this long-dead Eldar soul stone had previously muttered something like "death" that interested him, when Leon found a psychic like Isaga to infuse it with energy for research, he discovered that the Eldar soul inside had long been broken and insane due to his overuse.

He is so crazy that he speaks even more nonsense than the clown of the Eldar. No one can understand what he wants to express.

This soul stone, which has no possibility of being explored, has lost its value to Leon.

As it happened, Vashtor's earlier words proved true. Since the Great Prophet of Uslan was playing tricks, Leon, now with Vashtor's promise of unlimited spiritual energy, didn't mind taking this truly worthless soul stone as a reward to give him some eye drops.

A Shadow Prophet of a Harlequin Troupe was considered upper-middle class within the troupe. As long as this news was brought back, Leon believed that the Great Prophet Uslan's already notorious reputation would become even more unpopular among the elves who valued their reputation.

Larriel's pupils shrank slightly, then quickly dimmed. After a moment of silence, he slowly nodded and clenched the Soul Stone with trembling fingers.

"I'll take this message back... Yeah!"

He suddenly screamed. Leon turned around and found that Larryl's expression was frozen.

Larriel's psychic perception briefly intersected with the existence in the soul stone, as if he heard some kind of whisper.

The next second, he shuddered violently, as if struck by an electric current, and came back to his senses from this unspeakable communication.

"and many more!"

He called out to Leon: "Can I stay with you for a while before returning to the Eldar?"

Li Ang understood that he probably learned something from his communication with the Soul Stone: "What did the Soul Stone tell you?"

"I don't know either. His mind is too broken. I still need some time..."

As expected, the tricks of the Eldar are always riddles and nonsense.

Li Ang turned his head away in boredom and said coldly, "No."

Larry didn't back down. Instead, he took a step forward, his attitude shifting from inquiry to pleading: "Please, this is important!"

"I never keep worthless people around me. What can you offer me? Can you even give me your webway map?"

Larry was speechless for a moment. Of course he couldn't provide this.

He thought for a moment, then began to promote himself: "I am Harlequin, the Eldar's master of opera and assassination. I can do better than those in the Assassin's Court!"

"...This is an attractive offer, but you can't guarantee your reliability."

Upon hearing this, the clown picked up his body from the ground, used his excellent flexibility to tie himself up, and then looked at Li Ang eagerly.

"Is this okay?"

The atmosphere was a little silent for a moment. Urquidex looked at it for a long time, then said to Leon:

"This is the first time I know that the Eldar are so skilled in this kind of thing."

"Believe me, you don't want to know how much their ancestors played."

Having originally intended to let Larriel go, Leon decided to keep him for now. Leon left him in the custody of Urquidex and returned to the Astra Militarum headquarters on the Battle Moon.

He thought it would be peaceful here, but he didn't expect that the command center was in a tense situation.

After losing his Dreadnought, all that was left of Magnarik was a sarcophagus standing in the center of the command center.

Opposite him was Captain Abrax of the Iron Knights.

The company commander had no respect for the fearless veteran who had paid a heavy price. His fists were clenched and the muscles under his armor were tense, as if he was about to punch him at any moment.

"Your arrogance as the Black Templars killed Chapter Master Malfoy! If you hadn't acted on your own, the Iron Knights' defenses wouldn't have been torn open by the orcs from the flank!"

Leon didn't know about Malfoy's sacrifice until this moment.

This was not the first Chapter Master to die in the Beast Wars, but he was the first Chapter Master to die at the hands of the Last Wall.

In the end, the Wall wasn't a Legion, but a combination of multiple Chapters, his sacrifice felt subtle and sensitive.

"fart!"

Magnaric shouted back mercilessly, "Your Iron Knights' defenses can't even stop a bunch of greenskins, and you still think you're worthy of calling yourself a son of Dorne?!"

"Are you humiliating us?!"

"If a bunch of cowards who can't even accept sacrifice find this an insult, then take it as it is!"

"you--!"

Abrax raised his bolter instantly, and Kurland stepped between the two men.

"enough!"

Kurland stopped him sharply: "Are we settling accounts after the war, or are we preparing for the next civil war?"

Isaga also advised: "The sacrifice of Captain Malfoy is a loss to the entire war. We should remember his sacrifice instead of blaming each other here."

However, the two men's mediation did not calm Magnaric and Abraxas.

"sacrifice?"

Abrax sneered, "If the Black Templars had informed us of their support plan ahead of time, we could have easily adjusted our defenses! But what about you? You can't even perform the most basic battlefield coordination, and you're only focused on taking credit!"

Magnaric's voice suddenly rose: "Stealing credit?! One-third of the Black Templars died in the battle with the Orc warlord! You call that stealing credit?!"

Li Ang stood at the door, frowning slightly.

Kurland and Isaga were already extremely worried and could only give him a helpless look without any time to explain.