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

Joan of Arc's speech was held in a temporarily cleared area, and was surrounded by people - ragged Crusaders, Undead soldiers wearing CMC power armor, and even quite a few Astra Militarum soldiers.

They formed a silent semicircle, all eyes focused on the girl in the center standing on the ammunition box.

Joan of Arc was wearing a simple white gown and her long golden hair was tied into a simple ponytail at the back of her head.

Li Ang paused for a moment on her face, which still retained the youthful innocence of a young girl, and confirmed a fact.

This is indeed the type of person that yellow-skinned people like to wear.

Joan of Arc's voice was not loud, but it strangely penetrated the noisy camp. In his hand he held a pamphlet high, but it was not the Anglican Bible.

"...The Emperor never asks us to kneel! He wants our actions, our convictions! Faith is not blind prayer, but the pursuit of truth!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, but the chaplains who came with the Crusade Army had gloomy expressions.

One of the older priests finally stepped forward and interrupted sharply, "Absurd! The Emperor is God, His will is supreme! Only sincere prayer can gain His blessing!"

"is it?"

Jeanne turned around, her gaze piercing, and demanded, "When the orcs' blades struck our necks, was it prayer that saved us, or the weapons in our hands?"

The priest choked, and Jeanne pressed on: "On every battlefield, who survives, the warrior who believes 'The Emperor is with us', or the coward who only recites scriptures and waits for a miracle?"

A low murmur of approval erupted from the crowd, especially from the Undead.

They witnessed the initial collapse of the jihadist army and how the fighters who stood up again out of faith won respect through actions rather than empty words.

"The Emperor has never died. He has always been guiding us, not through illusory miracles, but through the guns, warships and science in our hands. To believe in Him is not to kneel down to His statues, but to practice His truth!"

She raised her hands high, her golden hair fluttering in the breeze, as if giving her a divine halo:

"Our God doesn't need our prayers. What He needs is unity, reason, and courage! We will use the reason and strength He has bestowed upon us to personally safeguard the future of mankind!"

The speech was cleverly brought to a climax. The priest, who knew the Anglican doctrine by heart, was actually defeated by a young girl who had never read any Anglican texts.

Lancelot whispered, "See, she's right, isn't she?"

"…Indeed."

Li Ang had to admit this.

With this level, even if three Luojia were tied together, it would be enough to break their defense.

He understood why Lancelot had said earlier that the other's speech could reshape his ideas.

This clever blending of "faith" and "truth" is simply not something that can be achieved by someone who comes from a humble background and has little education.

This is not a living saint at all.

This is the "megaphone" made by Huangpizi himself!

What surprised Leon a little was the girl who was suspected to be possessed by the yellow fox's persistence in the imperial truth.

If these remarks were directly fed into his head by the Emperor, then it seems that the yellow-skinned man is still thinking about the set of toilet paper he has been longing for.

Ten thousand years later, when the Emperor met Guilliman, he could not even speak complete sentences. He had become a ruthless machine that could manifest himself in front of others.

Leon thought that the yellow-skinned man's split personality had begun from Dorne's previous silence, but Joan of Arc indirectly proved to Leon that he was still the twisted yellow-skinned man.

Leon felt relieved a little, and at the same time, he relaxed his doubts about Neos.

There is no need for the Emperor to have two suits. Since it has been confirmed that Joan of Arc is the vest of the Yellow Skin Man, then the fact that Neos gave the black sword was most likely a coincidence.

The yellow-skinned man had not yet extended his hand into his own undead army.

However, his influence is also infiltrating through Joan of Arc. Even if this idea is not as blindly believed and obedient as the state religion, Leon has to consider how he should treat the spread of this idea.

Just as Leon was lost in thought, Joan of Arc's gaze passed over the crowd and fell on him and Lancelot.

The girl's eyes lit up instantly. She jumped off the ammunition box lightly and walked quickly towards Leon surrounded by the crowd.

"You must be the master of the Undead Army, Sage Leon!"

Joan of Arc's voice was filled with undisguised excitement. She bowed respectfully to Leon and said, "I've always wanted to meet you!"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl in front of him calmly.

Joan of Arc's joy at seeing her superior was too genuine, and there was no sign of possession at all.

If she really was a yellow-skinned man in disguise, Li Ang felt that she should be more humble and modest, just like Neos.

However, this could also be because the Emperor only gave her enlightenment and had not yet directly possessed her body.

"it's me."

After receiving a positive answer, Joan of Arc's eyes lit up even more. She took a step forward eagerly and asked, "Excuse me... can I join the Undead Army?"

As if she was afraid that Li Ang would refuse, she quickly explained: "I can use a sword and bandage wounds, I-"

Wow, Huangpizi’s idea is so obvious.

Li Ang would not let the other party put his hand in.

He refused: "We are not a jihadist army, we only want real fighters."

Joan of Arc's expression visibly darkened, and the soldiers around her began to sigh.

This scene made Leon realize more clearly Joan of Arc's ability to capture people's hearts.

He had just decided that his refusal was a wise move when the Anglican priest, who had been neglected for a long time, found an opportunity to interrupt her in her gloom.

Seeing Li Ang's refusal, they began to raise their arms and shout:

"Look! Even the master of the Undead Army rejects this witch! All truly wise people will shun her heresy!"

These words had no effect on the soldiers who looked down on the priest, but they did make Leon take a look at the group of clowns jumping around.

The joy he felt at having been wise in his refusal began to fade, and he suddenly realized that it was impossible to stop the spread of religion.

In this dark age, religion, like the corruption of the Warp, has long been deeply rooted in the marrow of the Imperium, becoming a double-edged sword that simultaneously paralyzes and motivates.

Even if he armed his followers with rational thinking, when he built his own forging world in the future, it would be difficult for him to spread the influence of this thinking to worlds without rational soil.

Rational thinking is far less simple and easy to understand than religion, so it is impossible for him to eliminate religion.

Thinking of this, Li Ang suddenly understood the yellow-skinned man a little.

The Imperial Truth has failed. If one wants to use something to hold the current empire together, the only option left is the state religion.

But what this religion will become is not something he can control while playing tug-of-war on the golden throne.

But if the reason why Huangpizi couldn't control the development of religion was because he was imprisoned on the toilet, then I, who was still very free to move around...

Li Ang felt that his thoughts suddenly became clear.

If it is impossible to reject state religion, then why not try to take the power of interpreting the Bible into our own hands?

In the future, the scriptures of the state religion will be interpreted in various ways, and various sects will be extended, not to mention that 32K was the early days when the state religion itself had not yet been finalized.

If he could improve a certain kind of thinking, not to mention using it to attack the state religion, at least it could play a role in his own small area.

But this kind of thinking needs a guide and a leader.

Leon looked at Joan of Arc again, and the more he looked at her, the more he felt that this girl who looked like a living saint was the most suitable candidate.

"I can agree that you can follow us as a civilian."

Joan of Arc's eyes lit up instantly. Just as she was about to express her gratitude, Leon raised a finger: "But there is one condition—"

"You are not permitted to give any more sermons during this time."

He needed some time to carefully consider his attitude towards Joan of Arc and how to use this faith.

Maybe he should follow the example of later generations and set up a nunnery?

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, but still nodded and said, "I promise you!"

The surrounding soldiers cheered, as if this was some great news. Li Ang waved his hand, signaling them to disperse: "Alright, everyone, prepare to evacuate. We'll be leaving Battle Moon soon."

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Leon and Lancelot on the field. The Emperor Champion, clutching the golden sword, finally remembered his business: "I should go find Neos and return this sword..."

Leon, who had no idea about the black sword, didn't want him to dwell on it any further: "I think he didn't want to see you so that you could keep it first. The Emperor's will still needs this sword to be carried out."

Lancelot pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "You are right."

"in addition,"

Leon added, "The Black Templars are looking for you. Marshal Magnaric must enter a maintenance slumber, and their Chief Chaplain has announced that you will temporarily assume command. As the Emperor's Champion, you have the obligation to the Black Templars, so you should return and deal with it first."

Lancelot's expression became complicated.

But he didn't say much. After saluting Leon, he turned and left, returning to the Astartes' camp.

Li Ang looked at his back as he left and pinched his chin thoughtfully.

The battle on the moon has come to an end, and next they will have to face the home planet of the human empire and the high lords entrenched on it.

Their next stop is Terra.

Chapter 221: Our power as High Lords is unlimited!

After all, Abraxas didn't make things too difficult for Lancelot.

As an honorable son of Dorne, he could not condemn an ​​outsider who had beheaded an orc warlord. After a token negotiation, they voluntarily gave up their attack, and peace was restored between the various warbands.

But they just lived in peace.

The death of a Chapter Master is no small matter, and no Astartes can easily come to terms with it.

This seemingly resigned attitude revealed a hidden rift. As the coordinator of the Final Wall, Kurland had been incredibly busy these past few days.

"This is even harder than being surrounded by demons."

He lamented to Li Ang, "How can I unite them and complete a joint battle with such a seemingly united but actually divided Final Wall?"

His thoughts no longer stopped at the present, but extended to the upcoming expedition. As long as the situation on Terra was guaranteed, he would immediately lead the final high wall to attack and cut off the orcs' snake head.

"They won't always be together. Separate the two conflicting chapters and send them to different star regions to perform different missions."

Kurland was not satisfied with Leon's answer: "Orcs cannot always be dealt with by one or two warbands. There will always be times when we must be together."

"I am considering a completely new organizational approach, but the time is not right yet. I will bring this idea up to everyone when the time is right."

Leon's words piqued Kurland's curiosity, but he also signaled him to be patient. The two walked to the side of the ship and looked at the ochre-colored Terra beneath their feet.

"This reminds me of when we were in Maxim. Back then, we were also gazing at the planet together like this. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, we have arrived on Terra and defeated the orcs entrenched on Terra."

Kurland sighed, then turned to look at Leon: "Are you determined to leave?"

"Of course, I will leave for now after the matter on Terra is settled."

"I still want your help."

Kurland was still upset.

"It's just a want, not a necessity, isn't it?"

Leon had no intention of continuing his conquests with the Imperial Fists. The time the Space Marines spent sweeping up the remaining rampant orcs before Ullanor was rediscovered was unprofitable waste time for Leon.

He has reached an agreement with Wangorichi. As long as they can successfully reorganize the current High Lords Council, Wangorichi can establish a new chapter in the subsequent reward system and allocate a chapter home planet to them according to Leon's request.

The legal territory recognized by this empire and its surrounding areas will become the foundation for Leon's future development. Leon plans to lay a solid foundation for the chapter's home planet and his forging world before the final high wall marches into Ullanor.

It was also in the interests of the Sons of Dorn to do so - the Soul Drinkers' past must be erased, they would 'disappear' in the Warp passages leaving Terra, and secretly join this new Chapter.

In the eyes of the honest Imperial Fists, even Leon's departure was a sacrifice for them.

Leon patted Kurland's shoulder armor and said, "When you find the orcs' lair, send me a message. I will come and participate in this decisive battle."

"Of course, your name will be forever recorded in the history of the Phalanx. I will never let you miss out on the glory of finally defeating the orcs."

But these are all later matters. Now their attention should be focused on Terra itself.

They will perform a feat unmatched by any since Horus.

Of course, Li Ang would rather call it a correction than a rebellion.

They stayed in orbit for another half a day, and the astropath in the fleet finally brought them news.

"Our fleet has been granted entry to the spaceport. The High Lords have prepared a victory parade and welcoming ceremony. They invite all forces except Hayes to send representatives to participate in the parade. However, they also require us to strictly follow the ceremonial requirements before entering. The relevant conditions have been transmitted to your servo terminal."

Hayes shrugged, unsurprised that the High Lords wouldn't let him in. Leon turned his head to look at Isaga, who was in charge of psychic communication with the special informant, and asked, "What did Wangorichi say?"

"More political maneuvering."

Isaga's voice was filled with weariness. "Those High Lords have other plans."