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

"Of course they will, but their plans will only help us."

During the plot against Terra, Leon discovered that the Grand Master of the Assassins had some complaints about the Inquisition representative, Veritus. Although Leon asked Veritus to stay, Wangeric seemed to have other plans.

But this does not change the overall situation.

He glanced at the people standing on the bridge. Neos, Hayes, Armidale, Lancelot, Thorn, and Abrax, who had taken over as Chapter Master of the Iron Knights, were all there.

A common opponent always unites people, and the High Lords' Council, which is less like an enemy than an enemy, unites them together.

In an inconspicuous corner, the Eldar clown Larriel is also here.

Knowing full well what was about to happen on Terra, they focused their attention on Kurland, waiting for the final decision from the commander of the final wall.

Kurland nodded and ordered:

"We move forward."

-

When standing at the crossroads of fate, Wangoliqi would recall the private conspiracy of the high lords to exclude him.

This conspiracy took place after the Astartes had just triumphed over the Ork Warlords and news of the Astartes' victory reached Terra.

The High Lords kept silent about the Astartes' victory, but the common people of Terra had already sensed what was happening from the approach of the Phalanx and the "silence" of the Battle Moon.

The rioting civilians quieted down, and the war with the Arbitral Tribunal calmed down. Even without the High Lords' guidance, the sound of joy spread throughout the hive.

"The Imperial Fists have returned! They have defeated the Orcs! The sons of Lord Dorn have saved Terra, and saved us!"

"They are the true saviors! These angels have accomplished what the High Lords could not do since their return!"

People temporarily forgot about hunger and oppression and only remembered one thing.

—The Astartes won, and they survived.

This is exactly what the High Lords are worried about.

There was no joy in defeating the orcs. The atmosphere in the secret room of the High Lords' Council was as frozen as an ice cellar.

Everyone present was thinking about one question.

Damn, how did Terra become like this?

"I don't think it's a bad thing."

Minister of the Interior Reinhardt spoke hesitantly: "Terra's contact with other star regions has been severed for over half a year. What is the current situation in each star region? Rebellion? Alien invasion? We know nothing. Their victory at least gives us a window to regain control of this empire. All we need to do next is organize astropaths and navigators..."

Udo's fingers drummed nervously on the table, interrupting Reinhardt.

"That's not the point, Reinhardt. The point is, if everyone agrees that the Astartes are the saviors, then who needs the High Lords?"

Abbot Sark of the Astronomican Temple disagreed: "They need us to govern the entire empire. Our position will not be shaken by the victory of a few warriors. Without us, the Astronomican will be extinguished, without the Astropath, communication will cease to exist, without the Navigator..."

"Yes, yes, you are important, and the Empire cannot do without you. But have you ever thought about who will maintain the supreme status of you, the Astronomican, the Navigators, and the Astropaths?"

Udo has been acting mad since the blow he received from the orc diplomat, but his mind seems clearer than ever.

The Regent, Guilliman, interrupted Sark and answered for everyone: "It depends on us! The Imperial Fleet, our Astra Militarum! Without the High Lords' power, who can maintain your supremacy? If the Astartes gain influence, even reshape themselves into a Legion, even if they cannot do without you, can they guarantee your current status?"

Sack stopped talking, and Udo stood up, scanning the representatives of the three forces with his sharp eyes.

"No, of course not! Everything you've gained in the millennia since the establishment of the High Lords' Council will be vomited out! You can live comfortably, but you will no longer be as powerful as you are now! You will be reborn when the Emperor still walked the earth, and you will go from being giants to being workers who act according to their wishes!"

"Don't even think of compromising. We High Lords are a community with a shared destiny! When those Astartes reach the surface, we will face the most brutal 'war' yet! They already have the support of Hayes and even the Forge General, and they command the support of the people! They are a match for all of us, and no one present can remain unmoved!"

He slammed the table hard and gave a final warning with a fierce look on his face:

"Either we form a lifelong High Lords Council, or we end it now!"

Anwar, who was hosted by the Astropaths, and Jibran, who was from the Navigator family, fell silent in the face of Udo's outburst.

Behind the identity of every high lord is a huge community of interests spread throughout the empire.

If their influence is weakened, it will also weaken the group they represent as a whole. They certainly cannot accept this.

Udo's words enlightened them, making them realize that they must "unite as one" to fight against the Astartes.

Even if the Astartes themselves had no intention of seizing the Senate, they must consolidate their authority and defend their influence.

But the question is…how should they do it?

Even if they understood this principle, they couldn't find a solution. Everyone present, including Udo, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone was thinking about a way out in this strange silence until the Pope of the State Religion, Meslin, stood up.

Meslin, who had been silent until then, wore a mysterious smile. After making sure everyone's attention was focused on him, he spread his hands and spoke as if preaching:

"Men, why so much anxiety? The seeds of faith require turbulent soil to take root and sprout. The more confused and fearful the common people become, the more they will turn to the Emperor... and to us, his symbol."

The Pope of the State Church had fully recovered from the defeat of the Crusade, and after the public outcry subsided, he decided to seize this opportunity to restore his influence.

Udot was not pleased with the Pope of the State Religion, who had chosen to play it safe during the Terran civilian uprising. He asked impatiently, "How exactly do we do that?"

"All we have to do is give them a little push. Make the commoners realize that the Astartes are not omnipotent—that they can fail, just like us."

"You mean..."

Udo narrowed his eyes.

"A 'just right' attack."

Meslin's smile widened. "For example, a xenomorph suddenly appears at an Astartes victory parade? It doesn't have to cause many casualties, just enough chaos, enough... humiliation."

Reinhardt stood up suddenly. "Are you crazy? Faking an alien attack on Terra? What if it gets out of control—"

"Why did it get out of control, Minister of the Interior? Since the Imperial Palace was recently attacked by aliens, don't we have a perfect excuse?"

Meslin's question caused the room to suddenly become quiet, and they realized what Meslin was talking about.

"How about just saying that the spirits are causing trouble?"

Those pointy-eared bastards were already fond of such tricks, and they had a history of invading Terra. They also had Eldar corpses on hand, so as long as they arranged it carefully, no one would notice the problem.

"The Astartes are monsters that feed on glory, and those sons of Dorn see the protection of Terra as their life's mission. But if they had just returned victorious, the xenos would dare to attack Terra. What would this mean?"

"This proves that the xenos threat has not been completely resolved. The Astartes are not as powerful as they imagined. Everyone on Terra will see their glory tarnished."

"Even the Astartes would be caught off guard by this inexplicable attack, while the High Lords would demonstrate their authority in suppressing the xenos 'in time' and restoring order before everyone."

Meslin summarized the situation: "Just imagine, when all this is over, whose authority will be consolidated, and whose reputation will be shattered? We can build this Battle Moon on Terra into a memorial to commemorate the Crusade's victory. Ten or even a hundred years from now, who will need to worry about the Astartes expanding their influence through victory? Who will even remember that it was the Astartes who achieved this success?"

First there was silence.

Then smile.

All the High Lords marveled at this brilliant idea.

A trace of greed flashed in Wu Duo's eyes: "We can also take this opportunity to stand up and declare a new martial law order..."

Indeed, Sark of the Astronomican echoed, "We will show those Astartes that Terra will always be the High Lord's Terra."

Chaos would weaken the prestige of the Astartes, and in that case, the 'failed' Imperial Fists would not be saviors, but just another army that needs to follow orders in the interests of protecting Terra.

What was the subsequent fate of those Astartes?

"All they have to do is fight."

Reinhardt spoke for everyone.

The matter was decided and Udo immediately began to divide the work and cooperate.

"Astropaths and navigators will be responsible for fabricating psychic signals, while the Ecclesiarchy will be responsible for guiding public opinion afterwards. I will lead the Astra Militarum and work with the Arbitral Tribunal to ensure the immediate entry of the military when unrest occurs. As for the head of the Astronomican House... if you could dim the light of the Astronomican during unrest and interpret it as 'the Emperor is disappointed with the Imperial Fists' failure,' that would be even better."

Everyone was shocked by this outrageous idea.

They didn't want to see the emperor get off the toilet, but no one dared to do anything to the emperor - even if the action was insignificant.

But Sack disagreed: "It's just about burning a few less psychics at that time. I can make the decision."

"very good."

Udo's gaze swept across every face. "The most important thing is to succeed. If we fail, we will be forever nailed to history's pillar of shame as losers who ruined the future of the empire."

The high lords looked at each other and finally nodded in unison.

"We'll show them who the true High Lord is!"

Udo was satisfied with this answer and was the first to raise his glass, as if to celebrate the victory in advance.

"Okay, today is the happiest day!"

Everyone left here and began to plan the conspiracy that would soon cover the entire Terra.

But what they didn't know was that the head of the Astronomican Academy, Sark, did not return to the Astronomican Academy. He suddenly changed his route and secretly walked into the residence of the Grand Master of the Assassin Court.

The sky of Terra is about to be dyed with another layer of blood.

PS: I wanted to end the bounty early, but I also had a strange insistence on not going against my previous self.

I've almost turned the bench in front of the computer into a golden toilet.

Shouldn't it be working on May Day?

Chapter 222: Protect the High Lord!

Eventually the High Wall's fleet reached orbit, most of them marching into Terra as ordered by the High Lords.

It was inevitable that the Astartes of each chapter would line up separately, but the High Lords also required that the Crusade Army must also organize a parade formation to join this parade.

"They want to use us to promote the success of the Jihad Army?"

Thorne was curious.

"Of course, but they don't know what the Jihad Army has become now."

Leon summoned Neos and asked, "Select a portion of the Undead Army to infiltrate them, and you and Jeanne will be in charge of this Crusade parade. Can you do it?"

"of course."

Neos seemed eager to try, and seemed equally impatient for what was about to happen on Terra.

After arranging them, Leon waved and called Alpha.

"I never thought there would be a mission for a traitor like me on Terra."

Ockham teased.

"I'm curious what else you can think of."

Vashtor had been silent since the deal, and no one knew what he was doing. However, his spiritual energy supply to the Soul Stone was absolute under the constraints of the contract.

Leon stuffed Vashtor's imitation soul stone into Alpha's hand and said, "Can you and your companions put him in a hidden corner of the Astra Militarum headquarters?"

"easy."

"Very good, then Hayes can complete his mission."

"Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

Kurland gave Leon a final confirmation.

"Of course, after all, this operation might end up directly confronting the Imperial Guards. They're probably busy with something special right now and can't get away for the time being... But just in case, I'll teach you a few more of my unique rhetoric."

He pulled Kurland into a corner and whispered to him, and Kurland listened with a thoughtful and approving look.

When their secret talk was over, all the preparations were nearly complete.

Leon finally looked around at everyone again, then clapped his hands and announced:

"Let this begin."

The plan to join forces with Wangorichi required them to temporarily comply with the demands of the High Lords in the early stages.

After the parade walked out of the spaceport, the most imposing victory parade in a thousand years officially began.

The Space Marines marched from the spaceport to the Imperial Palace gates, walking along the Avenue of the Guards, a procession of nearly three thousand Astartes greater than the people of Terra had seen in hundreds of years.

Millions of civilians lined the parade route, waving flags bearing the Chapter's insignia.

The coming of the Angel of Death made them ecstatic. They screamed, cheered, and even cried for joy, thanking the sons of Dorne for saving them.

"Angel of the Emperor!"

"Sons of Dorne!"

"The Divine Emperor's sword!"