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

Veritus snorted coldly and walked to Wangorichi's side. Together they looked down at the battlefield inside and outside the city wall.

"Talk?"

Wangorichi finally turned around. "I think you have a lot of questions."

"Until you understand what you are doing, I don't think we have much room to talk. Do you know what you are doing? What the empire needs is balance and order! Not your brutal purge!"

Veritus' voice gradually rose: "What Terra needs is balance and restraint. But what about you? You simply overturned the table! Now Terra is in chaos. Is this the result you wanted?"

"What about you, Hindman? You wanted to control everything with your political tricks, and finally you succeeded?"

Wangerich's question made Veritus take a step back: "You investigated me?"

"It all started when that Custodian called out your name. I realized you had been planning for a thousand years, intending to put the Inquisition above the High Lords. I admire your determination, but what was the result?"

Wangerich took a step forward and said aggressively:

"The end result is that you play house with those High Lords? The Battle Moon has been hanging over Terra for two months, and yet you're still obsessed with the so-called balance?"

"You simply don't understand the complexity of the Imperium! Do you think you've succeeded, Wangorich? Look outside the city walls. I'm not even talking about who will manage the affairs of the millions of worlds from now on. Just the sight of those Astartes alone is enough to prove that you're inviting wolves into your house!"

"Are you as wary of the Astartes as the High Lords? You were the one who approached them first."

Wangerich was puzzled.

"Yes, I want to reach a cooperation with them. In order to resolve the beast crisis, the power of the Astartes is necessary. But the extent of our need for such power is definitely not enough for them to become another legion. This is not a power that the current Empire can control!"

Veritus denounced: "The Inquisition could have found a balance by taking advantage of the High Lords' fear of them. We would have aided these Astartes, so that they would no longer be persecuted by the High Lords. At the same time, we would have made them owe us enough favors to control them. You bypassed me and contacted those Astartes privately, ruining all of this!"

"They had promised not to get involved in government affairs."

"Their assurances are not credible."

"You seem a little too suspicious of them."

"How could I not be suspicious?"

Veretus sighed, "I was there the day Horus slew the Emperor."

These words shocked Wangerich. He looked at Veritus and saw the sadness in the old mortal's eyes.

"I have witnessed the bloodshed caused by humanity's inability to understand one another. I have personally experienced the stubbornness of our people. I know clearly that the man called the Emperor is dead. All of this happened during the civil war that the Astartes started, Wangorich. All of this."

"The Emperor still sits upon the Golden Throne."

"He's still there, but it's not him anymore."

"what is that?"

Wangorichi couldn't understand what Veritus was trying to say until he saw the fanaticism burning in Veritus' eyes.

"is God."

Veritus replied softly.

The Imperium does not need any changes, only the implicit guidance of the Inquisition. The Inquisition represents the Emperor's will, and all they have to do is maintain the status quo until the moment the gods return and save humanity.

Wangorichi's initial shock was overwhelmed by Veritus's enthusiasm. Looking at the Inquisitor sent by the God-Emperor in front of him, he felt only a chill in his heart.

"The Emperor is not a god, Veritus. He never was."

"You haven't seen it, so you don't understand."

A hint of impatience flashed in Veritus's eyes, but he still tried to persuade:

"I have personally seen Euphrates, the first living saint! He bathed in golden light on the battlefield of Terra, and heretics were annihilated in his radiance! I have personally witnessed my dear friend Loken, Captain of the Luna Wolves! With the Emperor's grace, he returned from the brink of death and became a being beyond the Astartes! Can you deny these miracles?"

Wangerich recognized the Inquisitor's true nature.

He realized that Veritus, or Sinderman, the preacher of the Great Crusade, the former voice of the Imperial Truth, the founder of the Inquisition, had now surrendered to a god and placed his heart and soul in the power of the other.

"I don't deny the existence of miracles, but to attribute all this to a god? No, Veritus. That is just a lie that humans weave for themselves in despair."

"lie?"

Veritus sneered, "Then what has been the mission of the Inquisition for millennia? We represent the will of the God-Emperor, and you!"

He pointed to the army gathering outside the city walls, "You are destroying this sacred order established in the name of the God-Emperor!"

His voice dropped to a low note, carrying a final warning: "Abandon your plans, Wangorich. It will be to everyone's benefit to recognize the Emperor as a god."

Wangerich was silent for a moment.

"maybe."

He whispered, "But I have not seen a god, Veritus. I have not seen the Emperor, and those outside the walls are not his angels."

He turned and looked the Inquisitor straight in the eye. "I see only the common people of the Empire, those civilians struggling with hunger, those warriors abandoned by the High Lords. If I am determined to change this Empire, I cannot pin my hopes on a so-called god."

Veritus's expression darkened. "So this is your answer?"

"That's my answer."

Veritus's hand grasped the bolt pistol, but before he could draw it, Wangerich dropped a small bottle, and the evaporated liquid inside caught Veritus's attention.

"what is this?"

"The leverage that allows you to surrender."

Wangorich replied, then leaped from the watchtower, "May your God-Emperor have mercy on your soul."

Veritus took a step forward and found that the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court had landed unharmed in the bushes under the watchtower and soon disappeared.

He wanted to go downstairs to catch up, but suddenly he felt weak in his limbs and dizzy.

He suddenly realized what was in the small bottle.

It's poison.

To be precise, it's a harmless volatile liquid that becomes lethal only when mixed with the life-sustaining potion in the Veritus Power Armor.

He was old and had to rely on these things to survive, but these things had now become Wangerliqi's deadly accomplices.

He fell to the ground powerlessly, and could hear the first cannon shots from the city wall.

The bell of a new era has rung.

Everything is going as planned.

-

Hayes walked over to Kurland.

The captain, who had just dealt with Udo and returned to the battlefield, showed no emotion on his face. He stood in front of the formation like a mountain, his brass power armor glowing coldly in the setting sun.

"Things haven't gone as planned. Vero has escaped into the palace. To put an end to this, we must breach the city walls."

Kurland didn't respond immediately. His gaze crossed the battlefield and fell on the towering wall of sunlight in the distance.

That was where he had once been stationed, and every brick and stone was engraved with the glory of the Imperial Fists. But now it was not the Imperial Fists that stood there, but rather the uneasy-looking Astra Militarum soldiers.

"What happens next?"

He asked in a low voice, more like asking himself.

"Just like we planned."

Hayes shrugged. "I will order the attack in my own name. History will record that a High Lord, abandoned by the High Lords, returned, seized the High Lords' Council by force, and became the new dictator."

Kurland nodded. The surrounding Chapter Masters—Essagar, Thorn, Abrax—all looked at him, awaiting the final order.

Everyone knew that as long as Kurland gave the order, the walls of Terra would be ushered in a war not seen in a thousand years.

But Kurland still did not move.

On the city wall, cold sweat broke out on Wei Luo's forehead.

Kurland did not move, but he, who recognized Kurland, could no longer bear the psychological pressure brought by this silence.

"Kurland!"

He suddenly shouted, his voice booming across the battlefield through the loudspeakers, "Look at what you see before you! This is the wall of Terra! It's the symbol of the Imperial Fists' thousand-year glory! Do you really want to destroy it with your own hands?"

His words caused a little commotion among the Astartes of the Imperial Fist Corps.

Seeing this, Willow hurriedly continued shouting, "Think of your gene father! Lord Dorne once stood firm here to resist the attack of traitors! And today, his descendants are about to become traitors?"

Kurland looked up at Wero who was shouting on the city wall. The city wall he once defended with his life became a blurry outline in his eyes.

glory.

The word echoed in his mind.

The glory of the Imperial Fists, the glory of Dorn, the glory of the Wall of Terra... but what exactly is glory?

He thought of the disastrous defeat on Diamond. His brothers, warriors who had sought glory as well, had been betrayed by the High Lords and died in a meaningless battle. Only he and a few others had survived.

He thought of Dorn. Did his gene-father ever think of glory during the Siege of Terra? No, that lord had only duty, only the resolve to persevere until the very end.

Kurland's gaze gradually became firm.

He did not want glory or the false reputation of being praised by future generations.

He only wants a future - a future in which humans can defeat the orc crisis.

"Kurland!"

Vero's voice came again, but it was already a little flustered, "Are you going to betray the Emperor?"

Kurland finally moved. He raised his hand, and all the warriors' eyes converged on him.

He gave the order: "Attack the city."

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Two simple words, but they exploded like thunder.

Thorne was the first to respond to the order. He drew his power sword, led his men forward and began to charge.

"Attack! Show them why we are the Imperial Fists!"

"Isn't it the Paragon Fist?"

Amidel asked Leon beside him in a low voice.

"I said it last time, it's best not to dwell on this."

Even faster than the charging Astartes were the artillery fire of the Loyalists. Orange-red fire ripped through the sky of Terra and slammed into the walls of the Imperial Palace.

Li Ang smacked his lips and said regretfully, "What a pity we don't have a big general cannon."

The power of ordinary artillery is sufficient.

When the first volley of artillery shells struck the Wall of Sunlight, the Astra Militarum soldiers on the wall were unable to even react to what was happening. They looked at each other in confusion.

The second round of artillery fire came even faster.

This time, the explosion directly overturned the defensive battery on the east side of the city wall. Twisted metal and the body parts of the defenders inside the battery rained down on the heads of the stunned defenders.

Finally someone screamed, "They're really firing!"

Panic spread like a plague, and the Astra Militarum soldiers stumbled for cover, hiding behind the battlements.

Their disappointing performance made Willow furious: "Hold the position! You cowards! This is treason--"

The third round of artillery fire landed precisely beside him.

The shockwave knocked Willow to the ground, leaving only a sharp buzzing in his ears. When he struggled to get up, he saw corpses strewn all over the ground, a scene that looked like hell.

What’s even more terrifying is that those yellow figures are approaching the city wall.

The Astartes were more deadly than artillery fire.

Kurland and Thorne were side by side, leading the way.

The defensive firepower deployed on the city walls roared, suppressing the charging Astartes.

This firepower was no problem for Kurland.

He was too familiar with this wall, familiar with every firing hole, every secret passage, and every structure where the fortifications were located. Those Astra Militarum troops who had only temporarily climbed the wall were not familiar with it, and they were just blindly pouring ammunition.

These fortifications, once built by the Imperial Fists themselves, now became the best guides for breaking through the city walls.

He calmly instructed over the communication channel: "The third firing port on the east side is the node for the automatic gun's ammunition supply line."

Isaga used his psychic power to accurately fire a bomb into the firing port, and the firepower of a small section of the city wall suddenly stopped.