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

The sudden drop in firepower from the city walls relieved the pressure on the Astartes, and they began to charge again.

Thorne even felt like chatting: "This reminds me of the Great Heresy. Back then, I was also at this section of the city wall, fighting alongside Lord Saint Jarles."

"What kind of story is that?"

Kurland was curious.

"Nothing special. We simply barricaded the city walls, abandoned the civilians outside the palace, and resisted the Death Guard's attack. But Sanjareth opened the city gates and led all of us in a charge outside the city walls. He taught us that we should not forget the men and women who make up the human race. He would never abandon these mortal soldiers and let them die tragically while they still had a chance of survival."

"what about now?"

"Same, brother. We are also saving the Empire and saving more mortals. But this time, our charge is in a different direction. We will simultaneously complete what we as loyalists should do and what the rebels have failed to do."

The Astartes rushed to the bottom of the city wall, and the gates were closed, but soon someone opened them from the inside.

The Callidus assassins mingled with the Astra Militarum quickly and efficiently eliminated those responsible for operating the city gates, allowing the Astartes to advance unhindered.

The Astartes were the first to break into the palace, followed closely by the Undead Army led by Colonel William.

Neos led a part of the Crusade Army beside him. Seeing that it was Joan of Arc fighting alongside them instead of the loud-mouthed Evil Sun, William felt subtly uncomfortable.

Although he didn't dare to delve into Xie Ri's true identity, he had already gotten used to his loud and noisy voice.

The most crucial thing was that Father Xie Ri was very thoughtful. Whenever he was thoughtful, they would definitely not suffer any losses on the battlefield. Without this backbone, William, who led the team into the palace, felt at a loss.

"Where should we fight now?"

"Go this way."

Neos commanded: "I think there is a critical device over there. We need to cut it off."

"You seem familiar?"

"Of course, but this is the first time I've rushed in."

William was curious: "What was it like before?"

“I used to be inside, waiting for others to rush in.”

This was treated as a joke, and everyone laughed it off. But following the direction Neos pointed, they actually ran into Lucifer's Black Guard.

Mercado had joined the battle after the palace was attacked, but the Astartes attacked too quickly and too fiercely, leaving even their most elite mortal troops with little time to react.

Mercado roared, "Hold the line! Behind us is the Void Shield Generator! For the Emperor, we will not retreat!"

Lucifer's black guards quickly formed a battle array and guarded the main road with firm will.

They are the elite guards of the High Lord, each of them having experienced countless bloody battles. However...

The Gauss rifles of the Undead Army roared, and beneath the sound of the gun like a cloth ripping machine were steel nails with amazing penetrating power.

Lucifer's Black Guards' laser guns and mortals' bolters could only produce sporadic sparks when hitting CMC power armor, while each round of shooting from the Undead Army would penetrate several Black Guards.

The best armor in the empire they wore was as fragile as paper in front of such weapons.

"They're better equipped than us!"

A Black Guard screamed.

Mercado gritted his teeth and said, "Hold on! Even without the advantage in equipment, we still have the will to sacrifice ourselves for the Emperor! Use the melt—"

Before he could finish his words, a dark shadow had already passed through the defense line.

Neos's speed was so fast that it seemed like that of an ordinary person. He reached out and grabbed the two black guards, knocked their heads together, knocked them unconscious and threw them aside. Then he rolled over to avoid the shot from the melta gun.

While the Black Guards were reloading, he had already rushed to Mercado's face and lifted Mercado up using the physical advantage brought by the power armor.

Mercado struggled, reaching for the grenade at his waist. But Neos opened the visor of his power armor and looked directly into Mercado's eyes.

"Don't fight."

He heard the other party say: "Your sacrifice should be more valuable."

Mercado was certain he would never give up his will to fight just because of a simple threat, but for some reason, the will to fight was gone from his heart.

As if bewitched, the Black Guards laid down their weapons one after another. The Undead Army approached the Void Shield generator and successfully shut it down.

Vero on the city wall heard the scout's cry.

"The void shield is ineffective!"

His face turned pale.

The enemies under the city wall have begun to push energy weapons to the front of the formation. He knows that without the protection of the void shield, they will soon be crushed to death like grasshoppers.

The battle hadn't begun long, and there was no way the Astra Militarum regiments scattered across other hive cities on Terra could arrive.

Is his failure a foregone conclusion?

No, there is still hope.

Thinking of the last armed forces deep in the palace, Wei Luo decided to struggle again.

"Retreat! Retreat deep into the palace, retreat towards the Senate!"

He shouted at the top of his voice: "Lure them to fire deep into the Imperial Palace! Let them rain their fire on the Emperor's head!"

Although those imperial guards were indifferent to worldly affairs, they were absolutely vigilant about the inner area of ​​the imperial palace where the Golden Throne was located.

As long as they can accuse them of firing at the Emperor, the Custodians will point their spearheads at these reckless Astartes.

This is his last chance!

But the Astra Militarum could no longer effectively carry out his orders.

The defeat of Lucifer's Black Guards shook everyone's confidence. The ordinary Star Army soldiers, who felt that defeat was inevitable, were already holding on due to the fear of disobeying orders, and the order to retreat broke their last psychological defenses.

The Astra Militarum troops fled deep into the Imperial Palace. The Commissars and the Inquisition troops tried to maintain order, but were quickly overwhelmed by the fleeing troops.

The retreat turned into a rout in an instant.

The Astartes advanced with unstoppable force. While they still had some strength left, they even tried to avoid vital points, knocking down rather than killing the stubborn Astra Militarum.

This almost merciful approach completely destroyed the will of the defenders - facing an invincible enemy, surrender became the only option.

"lay down your weapon!"

Thorne's roar echoed across the square, "We don't come here to kill!"

Ordinary Astra Militarum soldiers quickly knelt on the ground, hands raised high. Only Vero and his personal guards barely made it into the Plaza of the Emperor's Ascension in front of the Senate.

He wanted to enter the Senate. If the Astartes dared to attack those in the Senate, the unrest would inevitably be characterized as treason against the Emperor.

But as he stumbled onto the steps in front of the Senate, Abrax suddenly appeared in front of them via teleportation, ending all his hopes.

Vero's guards still tried to resist, but their firepower couldn't even scratch the Terminator armor. Abrax swung his sword and cut the spears in their hands in two.

"That's enough. There's no need to die anymore."

The guards froze in their tracks, while Hayes's loyal heirs seized the opportunity to charge forward. Vero tried to struggle, but two burly soldiers pinned him to the ground, his cheek pressed against the cold steps.

"Let me go! You traitors! Do you think you've won? The Imperial Guards will not let you go!"

Hayes shook his head: "You are wrong, Willow. We are not traitors, we are just bringing change to this empire."

"Reform? Go explain to the Imperial Guards! Those lunatics haven't listened to any of our requests or explanations for over a thousand years. Do you think a single word of reform will make them give up on pursuing your attack on the Imperial Palace?"

Vero roared, with a morbid joy of dying together: "You can kill me, but what next? The Imperial Guard will let you know what true despair is!"

Kurland said nothing. He turned and looked at the towering dome of the Senate. Behind the windows inlaid with stained glass, frightened faces could be vaguely seen.

Although the high lords had been dealt with, the Senate still had tens of thousands of bureaucrats and nobles who had the right to attend and discuss matters. They were peeking through the windows at the situation outside, like birds in a cage waiting to be slaughtered.

The Chapter Master ignored Vero's roar and just stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

Everything is going as planned.

They waited for a long time, but there was no sign of the Imperial Guards arriving.

Wei Luo's roar gradually weakened, and in the end it almost became a soliloquy that only repeated "The Imperial Guards will definitely come."

Just when he was about to despair, a burst of orderly footsteps came from the depths of the palace.

Willow's despair turned into ecstasy. He struggled to get up and wanted to run to the place where the footsteps came from, but was held down by Hayes' men.

"It's no use trying to stop me, Hayes, Kurland! Just wait, your doom is coming!"

As if to verify his statement, half a company of imperial guards appeared at the end of the square.

Shield Captain Bayreuth walked in the front. Although these guards still looked noble and majestic, Kurland still noticed the charred and bloody stains on their armor that could not be easily removed.

Just as Leon had told him, these imperial guards were caught in some trouble that they had no idea about, but they could not escape from.

Bayreuth strode up to Kurland and looked down at the Chapter Master. Even after a fierce battle, the Imperial Guards were still aggressive.

"Imperial Fists, explain your actions."

"We are fulfilling our duty as the Imperial Fists, defending Terra."

Kurland remained undeterred. "I don't think that needs explaining."

"Defend? Including attacking the palace with those sub-groups that should have been separated long ago?"

"We are defending Terra from a greater catastrophe, Captain. To prevent the empire from crumbling beneath the ork green tide."

"is it?"

Bayreuth interrupted Kurland: "This reminds me of the time of the Great Rebellion."

These words hit the Astartes like a heavy hammer in their hearts.

Kurland felt a surge of anger rising in his heart, but he forced himself to remain calm. "What do you mean? Our gene father once shed blood for Terra, and now you compare us to traitors?"

Bayreuth did not answer immediately. He slowly scanned each Astartes present, his gaze revealing undisguised contempt.

"It was you Astartes who started the rebellion."

He spoke, each word sharp as a knife. "Horus, Mortarion, even Perturabo... they were all once 'loyal' warriors."

"Don't mention Perturabo."

Kurland stopped him.

Bayreuth refused to listen. He raised his hand and pointed at the broken city walls, the burning palace, and the kneeling captives around him.

"Look at this. The Astartes with their armies storming the palace, overthrowing the regime. Doesn't this look familiar?"

Hayes tried to help Kurland relieve the pressure: "We are here to get rid of the termites and traitors."

"The excuse sounds just as familiar."

Bayreuth sneered. "Horus said the same thing. As the Emperor's son and Warmaster of the Imperium, he claimed that the Emperor had betrayed the Imperium, and then led his brothers to besiege Terra. And you, Imperial Fists, do you wish to follow in Perturabo's footsteps?"

This sentence was like a spark falling into a powder keg, which even a rock could not bear.

Thorne took a step forward and angrily rebuked:

"Don't mention Perturabo! First of all, he can't storm the palace like we can, and secondly, we are not rebels!"

Bayreuth did not reply, but merely signaled the guards to raise their weapons. Unwilling to be outdone, the Astartes also raised their weapons in fury, aiming them at the guards who had repeatedly insulted them.

An inevitable conflict seems to be imminent!

Chapter 227 Everything went as planned.

Unspeakable anger also flowed in Kurland's heart.

These stones found it difficult to accept the humiliating questioning from the Imperial Guards, and the contempt revealed in their words and actions made them even more furious.

Kurland turned his head and looked at his brothers. He noticed Leon standing behind them.

Leon noticed Kurland's gaze and shook his head slightly at him.

Leon, who would not be staying in Terra for long, did not want to stand in front of the stage at this moment, but he had already taught Kurland in advance.

Kurland let out a sigh, realizing that there could be no armed conflict between them and the Imperial Guards. He raised his hand, signaling his brothers behind him to calm down.

He has other ways of attacking.

That was the rhetoric that Li Ang had taught him in advance.

He closed his eyes and thought back to his last conversation with Leon before all this began.

"They will definitely accuse you of being a traitor, but don't respond to that because it will only put you in an endless self-proving spiral based on 'you are a traitor.'"

"So I should?"