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

Kurland, who was at the forefront, was the first to bear the brunt of this frenzy.

He saw a ragged old woman kneeling on the ground, making the sign of a sky eagle with her fingers on her chest. He also saw a skinny worker who somehow found the strength to break through the blockade of the Ministry of Justice, throw himself in front of him, and kiss the heel of his boot reverently.

These people were quickly taken away by the Ministry of Justice, but Kurland still unconsciously tensed his body.

The cheers made him feel uncomfortable.

It's not because of the humbleness of these common people, but because of the almost religious fanaticism in their eyes.

“We are not gods.”

He whispered to Leon beside him, "We are just warriors. But the way they look at us... is like looking at the incarnation of the Emperor."

"It's even stranger."

Kurland frowned as he looked at the heavily guarded Arbitrators of the Ministry of Justice in the distance. "How could the High Lord allow such a situation to happen? According to their style, shouldn't they be on high alert to prevent the Astartes' prestige from overshadowing the Council?"

"The higher you praise someone, the harder they fall."

Having learned the High Lords' plan from Wangorichi's intelligence, he made an explosion gesture and said, "But since they want to play... we might as well make this drama more exciting, until--"

"until?"

"Until even the director himself couldn't control the situation."

Kurland sighed heavily.

He glanced at the civilians again, and saw his past in them.

Although he severed his ties with the past after being chosen by the Imperial Fists, he still remembered his parents. They were commoners in the Lower Nest, supporting their families through hard work. They were humble but not ignorant, and they were definitely not meant to be what they are now.

"When this is all over,"

He whispered, "I must re-promote the Imperial Truth on Terra. Let people understand that the Astartes are not gods, but warriors fighting for humanity."

Li Ang did not respond to him.

He didn't want to deny Kurland's idea, and he even agreed with it.

But some things are difficult to remove once they take root.

The procession continued to move forward. As it turned the last corner, the huge gate of the palace appeared at the end of the field of vision.

Udo was standing at the foot of the Great Gate. As Guilliman's regent, he was dressed in a blue regalia with ribbons, his chest covered with medals of honor.

The cherub holding an incense burner hovered behind him, and the incense burner emitting blue smoke set off the holiness of Udo.

The card game is so big that it seems as if he is really the Primarch.

I just wonder what the Ultramarines or Guilliman himself would think when they see this scene?

Udo did not immediately step forward to greet the Astartes. Instead, the Lucifer Black Guards behind him began to form a line.

They dispersed until a cordon as wide as a person was formed. The parade was then asked to stay where it was, and the chapter leaders had to move forward and meet Udo through the cordon of Lucifer's Black Guards.

Kurland suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

If they decided to kill Udo, even a few unarmed Chapter Masters would not be able to stop these Lucifer Black Guards. In his view, this show of authority was meaningless.

He looked at Leon, who nodded to him.

"Go ahead, everything is going as planned."

Several Chapter Masters stepped forward to meet the Imperial Commander, kneeling before him and bowing their heads.

Udo clapped his hands and laughed.

He realized from the actions of these chapter leaders that these descendants of Dorne did not have any obvious evil intentions, which made him very satisfied.

However, he would not allow the High Lords' power to be shaken in the slightest, so the plan to weaken the Astartes' influence had to continue.

"Rise up, loyal servants of the Empire! You, the sons of Dorne, returned to Terra in time when the Empire needed you. You did not let it down!"

Udo calmly gestured for a servitor to come forward, which carried a velvet-covered tray upon which lay several badges of honor.

He personally raised his hand to hang the medal on the breastplates of the Astartes, but when he found that he had to stand on tiptoe to do so, he took a step back and signaled the Black Guard Captain Mercado who was following him to come forward to handle the matter.

"This insignia is named 'Defence of Terra', and as a mark of recognition, you and your successors in the Chapter will be permitted to wear it forever."

The insignias were put on one by one, but there was no place to put the last medal. Udo frowned, realizing that a Chapter Master was missing.

"Where is Chapter Master Malfoy of the Iron Knights?"

Kurland replied: "He died, and his new successor had some conflicts with the Black Templars. Therefore, he is unwilling to participate in this parade."

"This is so unfortunate, and I hope you can reconcile and be together again as soon as possible."

Wu Duodao, but his joy could not be hidden under his efforts to express regret.

The internal conflicts among the Sons of Dorn made him judge these Astartes even more seriously, and he was quite sure that his plan would go smoothly.

"But we must continue this ceremony, Chapter Master Kurland. Not just for you, but for all the people on Terra. Your arrival saved Terra, and I think you should deliver an inspiring speech as a representative, telling everyone that they no longer need to fear any alien enemies."

Kurland did not refuse.

Surrounded by the crowd, he walked towards the podium and passed by Meslin who had just finished his opening remarks.

He walked up to the podium, and Udo beside him handed him a laurel wreath and prompted Kurland to take off his helmet.

"Come, let everyone see what their savior looks like."

Kurland couldn't even remember what he said, but that didn't matter. Even if it was just a boring cliché, the people below would still respond with praise and screams.

Just standing here is a representation in itself.

Servo-craniums equipped with sound projectors shouted the names of the most distinguished battle-brothers, while Arbiters of the Adeptus Arbites recited the history of the Space Marines. Millions, led by priests, chanted Kurland's name. Kurland took no pride in this.

He did his duty, that's all.

He knew what was going to happen next and understood that these praises would soon turn into poison that would dissolve their glory, but he didn't care.

He would defend Terra, whether the enemy was orcs or these corrupt high lords.

He would defend Terra, no matter the cost.

The ceremony soon reached its climax under deliberate promotion.

Then, just as Leon told him in advance.

Just when the cheers reached their climax, something unexpected happened.

When the first screams erupted from the crowd, few could react. Then, a blinding flash of psychic energy exploded at the edge of the square, throwing hundreds of civilians to the ground.

"It's an alien attack!"

The Arbitrators of the Ministry of Justice shouted, raising their shotguns and searching for the enemy. A few blurry black figures with pointed ears flashed by, and they pretended to fire at them, deliberately directing their fire towards the civilians present.

After the gunshot, it was not the aliens who fell to the ground, but the civilians on the ground.

The crowd suddenly panicked.

"Protect the High Lord!"

"Eldar assassins! They're mixed in with the crowd!"

Panic spread like a plague, and order collapsed at an extremely fast speed, driven deliberately by law enforcement officers.

The common people pushed and trampled on the crowd, and the sacred celebration turned into a hell in the blink of an eye. In this hell, there was the inflammatory words spread by the priests.

"Why would the aliens dare to attack Terra just as the Astartes have returned?!"

They were originally praising the heroes, but their prayers instantly turned into questions: "It was the Astartes who neglected their duties. They betrayed the Emperor's trust!"

Order was barely maintained around the podium, but Udo suddenly turned to face Kurland, who was still standing on the stage. His carefully groomed face was contorted with "anger."

"Chamber Master Kurland! Is this the victory you promised? Why is Terra still under attack by the enemy?!"

Kurland didn't answer. He just stared at Udo quietly, and the coldness in his eyes made the imperial commander unconsciously take a step back.

At this moment, Marshal Vernon Zeke of the Ministry of Justice rushed onto the podium, panting.

His armor still stained with the blood of civilians, he tried his best to cater to the performance: "My lord! The situation is out of control! Only you can save this turmoil by declaring martial law for all of Terra!"

"Very good, we must use the authority of the High Lord to save this crisis!"

Udo plucked up his courage, ignored Kurland, and snatched the sound array system in front of Kurland.

The surrounding cameras were focused on Udo, so that his strong, tough-guy appearance would contrast sharply with the inaction of Astartes.

He stood in the spotlight and announced loudly to everyone:

"People of the Empire, I am Martin Macht-Udo, Grand Commander of the Empire and Regent Guilliman! In view of the situation on Terra, I declare that the Arbitral Tribunal and the Astra Militarum will impose martial law on the entire Terra! I made this decision out of principled considerations—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

A blue dart suddenly shot out from the crowd, brushing past Udo's cheek and leaving a bloody mark on his face.

Udo froze, his fingers trembling as he touched the wound, bright red blood staining his fingertips.

"this……!?"

His pupils constricted, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind - was it Meslin who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of him? Or was it Abberwero who betrayed him? Or was it Reinhardt...

But neither is true.

The Eldar clown who appeared before him shattered all his assumptions.

The Marshal of the Ministry of Justice, who turned back in panic like Udo, suddenly had his brain exploded. In the rain of blood mixed with white pulp, Larriel gracefully jumped onto the podium.

His harlequin mask reflected a cold light, and the shuriken pistol in his hand was pointed steadily at Udo's brow.

Are they actors hired by other high lords?

No, this is a real Eldar!

"This is not true!"

Udo screamed uncontrollably, the color draining from his face in an instant.

——How could there be real Eldar here? !

His shameful appearance was fully displayed in front of everyone through the camera.

Udo's legs seemed to be filled with lead as he stumbled back. His gorgeous blue long gown was caught by his own frantic boots, and he fell to the ground in a mess.

He didn't even have time to stand up before he crawled backwards on his hands and knees, his uniform, studded with medals, dusty and disheveled, his carefully coiffed attire now a mess.

"Stop him! Stop this alien!"

Udo's voice was filled with unprecedented fear. Several Lucifer Black Guards rushed forward and tried to protect the Regent Guilliman.

However, Larriel's figure flashed like a ghost, and his shuriken drew deadly arcs in the air.

The throats of the Black Guards were slit almost simultaneously, turning the slaughter into a carefully choreographed dance of death.

How could a mortal possibly outwit an Eldar buffoon?

Udo watched his guard fall, a whimpering sound coming from his throat that was not human. Larriel landed lightly in front of him, grabbed his collar with slender fingers, and pulled him up like a chicken.

"You...where on earth did you come from?!"

Larriel bowed slightly and gave an exaggerated stage salute: "Ah, honorable Imperial Commander..."

His tone suddenly turned to a sinister whisper, "Death has sent me to greet you."

Death...the God of Death?

What does it mean?

Udo couldn't understand.

But death does not require understanding.

Udo could feel the cold Eldar dagger at his throat, his mind blank, only the most instinctive fear screaming in it.

At this critical moment——

boom! boom! boom!

Three bolter shots ripped through the air.

Larriel's figure jerked back, forced back by the three explosive shells. He deftly rolled away, his dagger leaving a deep wound on Udo's neck.

Udo, who had a close brush with death, looked back in panic and found that several chapter captains who came to participate in the awarding ceremony were rushing towards him under the leadership of Kurland.

He could hear Kurland, the leader, shouting:

"Protect the High Lord!"