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

Leon had no choice but to turn to Hayes and ask, "What's going on?"

Hayes sighed. "The Iron Knights believe the Black Templars withdrew troops to support the boarding force without notifying their allies, leaving their flanks open and allowing the orcs to take advantage. Chapter Master Malfoy was killed while trying to fill that gap."

He paused, his voice lower. "Now, Abrax is holding the Black Templars responsible, and Magnaric... you heard him, he's refusing to take responsibility."

Li Ang understood the whole story.

He glanced again and found that Thorne, who usually cared for Kurland, was standing aside with his arms folded, watching the quarrel between these people as a bystander.

Li Ang stepped forward and asked curiously, "I thought you would also participate in the mediation."

"This is something Kurland has to deal with, and he has to learn this."

Thorne replied.

This was not a big problem during the legion era. The conflict between the two company commanders could be reported to the consul for resolution.

But after the reorganization into a chapter, all the chapter masters were nominally equal. Even if they had the face of the mother chapter, it was difficult to deal with those conflicts that touched their hearts.

Ultimately the Wall is a coalition of reunited Legions, but they have indeed lost the upper and lower divisions that were the foundation of the Legion.

The Iron Knights' anger is understandable, but the Black Templars' stubbornness is equally unshakable. If left unchecked, this conflict could easily degenerate into a deeper division.

"It seems they can't solve the problem themselves. Thorne, I have to take some action, and you have to cooperate with me."

Tom, who was cooking in the kitchen, was called by Leon. Thorne followed Leon's instructions and squeezed into the crowd where the quarrel was getting more and more intense. Pretending to be a mediator, he attracted the attention of all the Astartes.

Tom Cat, holding a jammer, quietly slipped under their feet and attached the jammer to the sarcophagus.

Magnarik, who was arguing passionately with Abrax, suddenly fell silent.

"marshal?"

The Sword Brotherhood members who served as his personal attendants noticed something was amiss: "Marshal!"

Everyone scrambled to save the mute Magnaric. Abraxas, however disgruntled, could not continue his attack at this moment. The conflict ended hastily.

The sarcophagus was not his real self, and even if he called the pharmacist, he would be helpless in Magnaric's situation.

Technical problems need to be handled by professionals. Since the technical sergeant could not get back in a short time, the Black Templar went around in circles and could only find Leon who "happened" to be here.

They begged Leon to check on their marshal's condition. After pretending to listen to Magnaric's curse words in the sarcophagus, Leon announced to everyone with regret: "No big problem, but I think he needs to rest in stasis for a while to adjust."

"quack!"

He heard the old soldier in the sarcophagus roaring, but the Black Templars, who couldn't hear him, breathed a sigh of relief.

"fair enough."

The chief priest Aladukos, who came hurriedly, said, "He should have rested long ago."

Their technical sergeant, Balden, didn't find any problems with Leon's tricks, so he agreed:

"That's right. His sarcophagus was never designed to allow him to harm himself like this."

Magnaric is a respected Dreadnought veteran and hero of the Heresy, but he has not been in stasis since the Heresy, when he was buried by the Dreadnoughts.

He used his willpower to fight against the passage of time, but the more comfortable environment of the Despiser could not offset the wear and tear of the centuries. The Black Templars respected this veteran, but they had to admit that the grinding of time was making him increasingly extreme and stubborn.

With their consent, Magnaric's sarcophagus shut down all parts except the life support system, forcing the veterans inside to take a maintenance sleep.

The Black Templars temporarily lost their Marshal, so they had to face a problem -

Who will take over the command of the Black Templars?

The chief priest was in a dilemma when he saw Abrax staring at them, waiting for them to choose someone to continue fighting against him.

His gaze swept between the brothers of the Black Templars, each face showing anger or stubbornness - no matter who he chose, the quarrel would only continue.

Suddenly, he thought of the black sword among them that the marshal had ordered to hand over.

"The Emperor has made his choice."

Araducos' voice suddenly rose, and he slammed his scepter against the ground. "Lancelot—the Emperor's Champion—will temporarily assume command!"

The headquarters fell silent. The Black Templars looked at each other, but no one objected.

The authority of the Emperor's Champion is unquestionable, even if Lancelot is not a member of the expeditionary force.

Abraxas's face was as gloomy as iron. "You think you can escape responsibility by pushing out someone who wasn't there?"

“This is not an escape.”

Araducos responded coldly, "Instead, we follow the Emperor's will. If you have any objections, you can argue with him once the Champion arrives."

Abrax opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

Lancelot's record of slaying the Ork Warlord was impeccable; to direct his wrath upon a Champion of the Emperor who did not belong to the Black Templars would only bring shame upon the Iron Knights.

Kurland stepped forward at the right moment and patted Abrax's shoulder armor. "Brother, anger won't solve the problem. Malfoy's sacrifice shouldn't be the fuse for division."

The company commander remained silent, but had to accept it.

A conflict was temporarily calmed down, and Hayes, who had been watching the whole process, finally stopped worrying that these Astartes would destroy their headquarters in a fight.

But the undercurrent still surges.

Leon admired the Chief Priest for coming up with this idea, but the conflict had already taken root. Just like in history, a thousand years of estrangement had already divided these sons of Dorne.

Even though they share the same bloodline, they possess different chapter cultures and it is impossible for them to be closely united and reunited as the Imperial Fists.

Unless Dorn steps in - but the circumstances of losing the essence of the Warp are too complicated, which is obviously unlikely.

Lancelot was not here, and the Black Templars began searching for the Emperor's Champion.

Leon waited for them to find Lancelot, and at the same time chatted with the people around him.

"Honestly, I never thought Lancelot would become the Emperor's Champion. The standard-bearer kicked out of the Brotherhood of the Sword by Bosimonde has now become the symbol of the Black Templars. Isn't that profound?"

Kurland nodded, agreeing deeply with what Leon said:

"Lancelot is indeed different from his brothers. He values ​​other things more than glory. Although I do not believe that the Emperor is a god, His choice of Lancelot may indeed have a profound meaning in this regard."

Hayes, who had been standing by, also joined in the conversation: "Speaking of the Emperor's will... Leon, do you know how we withstood the Ork attack after the Black Templars suddenly left? It was those Crusaders."

"The Crusade Army that was defeated long ago?"

Gathering the Jihad Army was the task assigned by Leon and finally carried out by Neos.

He assumed the jihadists' role was simply to fill in the gaps, and therefore never asked for details: "I thought they would only be effective if the logistics department or the political commissar pointed a gun at them."

"In fact, they were quite proactive. A young girl spread faith among them, not only inspiring the Crusades but also the Astra Militarum. What was that girl's name... Jeanne d'Arc, I think?"

Hayes said in amazement: "Don't you think this is very similar to the Emperor choosing a champion? This must be the power of the Emperor-"

He was still describing the role played by the Jihad Army, but Leon, who was listening, had already frowned.

He smelled the scent of the yellow fox causing trouble.

PS: I just found out that the May Day monthly tickets will be counted twice.

Can I really pay it back...?

Chapter 220: The positioning of the state religion.

It was difficult for Li Ang to guess what Huangpizi was thinking.

Before he sat on the toilet, he was the builder of the Empire of Truth and the destroyer of the Perfect City.

He vehemently denies the existence of God, yet maintains his rule over the Imperium and the Mechanicus by asserting his own divinity.

After he sat on the toilet, although the Mechanicus no longer recognized him as the incarnation of the Ohm Messiah, the state religion began to rise, and even the yellow-skinned people who originally denied religion would personally bless the living saint, confirming the orthodoxy of the state religion.

It was the 32nd millennium, and the Ecclesiarchy, having only just secured a permanent seat as High Lord, was far from reaching its peak, and the Sisters of Battle had yet to be established. However, the Crusades were the banner that marked the beginning of the Ecclesiarchy's efforts to build its own military power.

From this point on, the State Religion would continue to grow in strength, until the bloody Age of Apostasy, when the Empire finally abolished the male Crusades, would curb its military growth.

——But in contrast, the ideological control over people’s hearts will be further deepened.

In Li Ang's view, Huangpizi's series of operations have a kind of beauty of the fight between the left and right brain.

Although he may have some unspeakable difficulties, this does not prevent Li Ang from feeling that he hit the pig's nose.

Leon has always used reason and a vision for the future to unite his subordinates, and has endeavored to spread his rational ideals. He will, and intends to, continue to do so.

That is why Leon asked Neos to gather the Crusade Army.

Those crusaders were pitiful individuals lured aboard by the state religion and the merchant fleet in the name of faith. Leon recruited them with the intention of letting them make full use of their remaining energy, but he also wanted to make them realize that religious belief alone could not save them.

He planned to strengthen these people's distrust of religion in the face of the incompetence of the state religion, take away some of the talented people in the Crusade after the war, and throw the rest back to Terra.

Even if the state religion is necessary in the cesspool of Warhammer, Leon doesn't mind filling it up for them.

As a result, these defeated crusades united again in the name of faith, and the person who spread the faith was called Joan of Arc?

With this name, isn't he destined to be a living saint?

It's not a critical moment where you can't win without showing off your prowess in front of others. He throws a living saint and an emperor champion here. I think this yellow-skinned guy is asking for trouble.

The sudden interference with his men and his plans fueled Leon's desire for bloodshed. He stood up and walked out of the headquarters when Hayes stopped him, "What are you doing?"

"Go find some firewood for our living saint lady!"

The search for Jeanne went smoothly. The young woman was passionate about preaching, and the Astra Militarum were well-known to them. When Leon asked, they simply pointed out Jeanne's location.

Leon discovered that this location was near the Undead Army’s base.

His heart sank.

Oh no, I’ve been targeted by the yellow-skinned guy.

Leon rushed to the Undead Army's base, hoping to see how Jeanne, who was suspected of being possessed by a yellow demon, could deceive his private army. Unexpectedly, as he approached Jeanne's speech location, he ran into someone unexpectedly.

"Lancelot? Why are you here?"

Looking at Lancelot wearing the Armor of Faith, Leon didn't expect that the Emperor Champion that the Black Templar had been looking for was actually here.

Lancelot was also surprised by Leon's arrival: "Sage Leon, I didn't expect to see you here."

He had long regarded the unfathomable Leon as the true Emperor's Chosen One, and this did not change even after he himself became the Emperor's Champion.

In response to Li Ang's question, he first bowed his head respectfully, then drew out a golden sword from behind his back.

"I wanted to come here to return it to its owner, but I couldn't find it."

"This is?"

Of course Leon recognized this black sword. It was the spoils that the Felynx brought back from the boarding battle in Maxim. At that time, Leon did not have the ability to study psychic powers, so he temporarily handed the black sword to Neos.

But this sword is now in Lancelot's possession?

No one had ever told Leon that Lancelot had two black swords. It was possible that the Black Templars had not recognized the black swords of other families that had changed color, but it was impossible for Lancelot, who had personally touched the black sword, to do so.

Li Ang's mouth suddenly felt dry. "Who gave you this sword?"

"Nyos, the leader of the undead army."

"Don't you think there's something wrong with this sword?"

Lancelot's expression suddenly became pious: "Everything is as the Emperor wishes."

...The advantage of faith is probably that this group of people will fool themselves.

He himself did not delve into the origin of the sword, so Leon naturally would not say much.

According to Lancelot's story, Neos threw the black sword to him and lent it to him when he saw that he had no weapon, so he came first to return it to its original owner.

But strangely, he never met Neos after coming here several times, but he often saw Joan of Arc giving a speech.

Li Ang did not answer, doubts growing like weeds in his heart.

He once thought that Neos's name was just a coincidence, but if this Neos even knew to throw the black sword to the Black Templar at the critical moment, it would be too much of a coincidence.

But that Joan of Arc was equally suspicious. Leon confirmed with Lancelot: "Will you also go to listen to that Joan of Arc's speech?"

Lancelot's expression became unusually serious. "Yes, I will come and listen whenever I have time. Her words... have completely reshaped my perception. She must be the Emperor's chosen messenger."

That's very interesting.

"Let's go."

Leon decided to go and see this so-called living saint first. "Take me to listen to the speech of this 'Emperor's Chosen One'."

Lancelot nodded, seeming happy to have found a fellow traveler.

As they passed through the camp, they heard a clear and powerful female voice in the distance.