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

"From now on, this is the Imperial Square of Truth!"

The Emperor withers upon his throne, the sludge of the Empire turning to leaking ice.

But everything went as planned.

PS1: The chapter name comes from a song, it is recommended to be consumed together.

PS2: In the original work, Wangorich dealt with all the High Lords, but he did not disband the High Lords Council. He simply replaced them with assassins (only the Inquisition selected new representatives and retained autonomy), turning the High Lords Council into his own one-man show.

In addition, the Imperial Guards only became a member of the High Lords' Council after this, and it was Bayreuth who joined on behalf of the Imperial Guards (who later became the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards).

Although they still didn't make any decision, at least they were listening.

Chapter 228: Reorganization of the High Lords Council.

The unrest on Terra was quelled, the Ecclesiastic text beneath the statue of the Emperor in the square was removed, and Wangerich moved his office to the Ministry of the Interior.

Most of the clerks from the Ministry of the Interior who used to come in and out have now been replaced by assassins. These tools born for killing are now awkwardly doing clerical work with the assistance of the Ministry of the Interior.

Many assassins felt that they were not interested in this, but they did not dare to complain.

Because their chief mentor has the most work to do.

Leon entered the Ministry of the Interior through the main gate. No assassins stopped him. He passed through piles of documents and countless offices. Finally, he arrived at where Wangerlichi was.

Several assassins were guarding the office door, more like they were waiting for something than just standing guard.

"New list."

A list was handed out by the deputy from the office and distributed to the assassins outside the door. The assassins took the list, their faces became excited, and they drew their pistols and ran out impatiently.

"New list! New list!"

Li Ang looked at his deputy at the door. The deputy nodded slightly to him and invited him in.

Inside the room, Wangolichi was buried in a sea of ​​documents without even raising his head, and he didn't even have time to express his welcome to Leon.

Li Ang pulled out a chair, and Wangoliqi frowned and looked at Li Ang.

"You pulled out the chair so roughly that you knocked over two piles of documents I just sorted out. My assistant spent half an hour helping me sort them out!"

Leon ignored his accusations and sat down next to Wangolichi casually, turning the topic to the assassin who had just appeared outside the door.

"Do they look happy?"

"Because only then can they occasionally return to their old jobs."

Wangorichi replied.

"You're forcing them to do things they shouldn't be doing."

"They have to learn to adapt, just like I did."

Before the scourge of Vandir during the Age of Apostasy, the makeshift Council of High Lords did not even have any clause prohibiting a High Lord from holding two positions simultaneously.

But compared to the original situation where Vandir was the first to put it into practice, history now took a leap forward with Wangorichi.

Today, Wangoliqi serves as both the Grand Master of the Assassin Court and the Minister of the Interior, using assassin methods to handle the vast amount of documents within the empire.

Despite this, Wangerlich's movements in handling documents were slow and awkward. He carefully checked a document and took three or four minutes to make comments on it.

"I understand why the High Lords always do things so hastily."

He complained, pointing to the tens of thousands of documents piled up on his desk, a hint of impatience and irritability evident in his tone: "I've been working for a whole week, and I've only managed to get less than one-tenth of these documents—and that's even the number my staff had to sift through several times!"

Leon admired Wangorichi's pain and asked, "Do you regret shooting all those high lords?"

"No, I'm not as good as them, but at least I have the determination to make things better. Attitude is always the most important thing."

"Maybe you could find a few more people to assist you in your work."

"I don't trust them."

"Including Veritus?"

Wangerlichi paused at the name Leon mentioned. He looked up at Leon. After a moment, he paused and asked, word by word:

"How can I trust a religious lunatic?"

Perhaps it was Terra's luck, or perhaps it was Terra's misfortune. Both Kurland and Wangerich were staunch supporters of the Imperial Truth.

In this era, just a thousand years after the Great Crusade, both believed that there was still room for the Imperial Truth to be rebuilt. Therefore, after seizing the High Lords' Council, Wangorich's first act was to abolish the orthodox status of the State Religion and reintroduce the Imperial Truth.

The newly elected Pope was a puppet controlled by Wangorici through assassins. With the cooperation of the other party, the state religion demolished some churches, could not force the people of the empire to believe in religion, and did not allow the spread of faith in public.

Assassins roaming outside churches ensured the implementation of these policies.

With this combined attack, the power of the Ecclesiarchy was drastically reduced. Wangorichi believed that the Imperial Truth would once again dominate the Empire and bring it back to the prosperity of the Great Crusade.

Li Ang doesn't think so.

How long will the Beast War last? Ten years? A hundred years?

Leon believed that with his participation, the war would end much faster than the original three hundred years it had lasted. However, even if it was shortened to a hundred years, it would still be more than twice the average lifespan of the Empire's inhabitants.

For them, this war is eternal.

When worlds fall in the green tide, when entire legions turn into dust in the sea of ​​stars, rationality becomes an unattainable luxury.

A commoner living in turmoil could not possibly understand reason and truth, but he could understand the simple belief that "praying to the God-Emperor would grant him protection."

Faith is the painkiller in despair.

And what of the empire itself?

The bottom floor of the hive never sees sunlight, workers toil eighteen hours a day just to earn a piece of synthetic protein, and the Ministry of Justice's bullets are outpacing relief rations...

When reality is so cruel, how can people not embrace the fantasy of "ascending to the golden throne after death"?

That was why he had to leave Terra and seek development elsewhere. Only when everything was on the right track through farming would people have room to think.

His long contemplation caught Wangoliqi's attention: "What are you thinking about?"

"I wonder how long your Imperial Truth can hold out."

"Until mankind no longer needs lies."

Wangoliqi was decisive.

Typical assassin thinking, either black or white.

"If people only blindly follow the Imperial Truth, how can it not be a lie?"

It’s still a lie that the Church of England tells to appease people.

Wangolichi frowned, not understanding why Leon, who also opposed the state religion, would stand up at this time to deny his efforts for the imperial truth.

He pondered for a moment and pointed out: "You are still talking about Veritus."

Li Ang remained silent.

He had always believed that the core element of Imperial Truth was rationality. If he couldn't learn this, then Imperial Truth would be nothing more than a yellow-skinned wishful thinking.

He had no intention of discouraging Wangorichi from this endeavor. After all, he himself enjoyed finding fault with the state religion.

But he had to save Veritus, who was poisoned by Wangorici.

"Lansong, Hayes, Kubik, and Veritus. These few I've designated to remain behind are the cornerstones of the new High Lords' Council. The first two represent the military might of the Empire, while the Mechanicum represents the other side of the double-headed eagle. Veritus, on the other hand, can help you handle these political matters that are giving you such a headache, allowing you to focus on promoting your own version of the Imperial Truth."

Wangoliqi frowned.

Granted, a seasoned politician intent on raising the Inquisition above the High Lords would undoubtedly be more capable of handling government affairs than he was, but Veritus's mad ideas and his devout faith in the Emperor made Wangorich uneasy.

Allowing such a person to enter the High Lords' Council is a blow to him who wants to promote the truth of the empire.

"Why do you insist on saving Veritus?"

"Fladi Reina came to see me."

"The Inquisitor you met on Covenant Harbor? What favor did she give you?"

"No, she just came to beg me."

Wangorich narrowed his eyes. "I didn't know the honey trap would work on the Mechanicus's sages."

"Don't be ridiculous. My aesthetic sense hasn't been twisted into tubes and gears yet. But I'm doing this for your own good."

"For my own good?"

"Look at what you look like now."

Li Ang pointed to the pile of documents on the table and said, "You are already overwhelmed by these government affairs. You need an assistant who is proficient in this field."

Leon admired Wangolichi. He did the best a mortal could do, and there was nothing he could do about his madness in the end.

His methods are already showing some signs of Big Brother's rudiments. If we don't want him to repeat the same path as history, we can't let him bear such pressure.

But Wangerich was not grateful: "Verytus is a religious fanatic, he will ruin our plan."

"Then why did you give him a slow poison?"

Li Ang asked in return, "Why not just kill him?"

Wangoliqi's fingers tapped the table unconsciously, and Leon pressed forward.

"That means you're hesitant too. Compared to other high lords, Veritus is at least devoted to the Empire. He's fanatical, but he's not corrupt."

“Fanatical thinking is itself a form of corruption.”

"But you can use it. Think about it, Veritus can help you handle government affairs, and his Inquisition also has a vast network and a complex intelligence system. If you want to maintain control over the Empire's borders or suppress backlash from other interest groups within the Empire, you can't do without the Inquisition's minions and lackeys."

Wangerich had to admit that this was indeed the case. He understood why Leon had specifically asked to keep Veritus in the first place: "Have you thought of all this a long time ago?"

"I didn't understand it that well. I just felt that I had to keep someone who could handle government affairs, and he happened to be showing me some kindness at the time."

Wangerich sighed: "If he gets in our way..."

"Then poison it again. You are already very experienced."

Wangoliqi finally smiled, but quickly returned to his serious tone: "I'll consider it, but before that-"

He pointed to the pile of papers on the table, "Help me handle half of these damn reports."

"You allow the Mechanicus to interfere in the internal affairs of the Empire?"

Leon couldn't believe it.

"A man who is about to leave the Mechanicum and establish his own sect says such a thing?"

"Politics isn't my thing either."

"These are documents related to the Mechanicum or production, areas relevant to your major."

Leon took a step back: "I'm about to leave Terra!"

"Then let's start now."

Wangoliqi stuffed a stack of documents into his arms and said, "Consider this as the price for saving that madman for you."

Li Ang shook his head helplessly and began to review the documents.

Having experienced the complexities of the Empire's internal affairs, Leon finally emerged from the Ministry of the Interior the next day, feeling dizzy. He encountered Frati Reina, who was waiting for him outside.

Looking at the haggard Leon, Frady Lena looked worried: "What's wrong? Are the negotiations with Wangolichi not going well?"

"I tried to handle the affairs of the empire."

"How is the result?"

"Don't even mention it. Many of the reports submitted are ambiguous and distorted. I'm trying to make the right decision from a pile of intelligence that's less than 10% true and report it to a star region who knows how many light-years away. Who knows what the situation will be like there by the time this message is delivered."

Leon wanted to complain, but he found that Fratilena was absent-minded.

Her question was merely a courtesy, as her thoughts were completely on his guide, the founder of the Inquisition, Veritus.

"Don't worry, your mentor will be fine. It's a slow-acting poison, so it won't be a big deal if you delay it for another day or two."

"But there is no cure. If Wangorichi doesn't want it..."

"He has given me the antidote."

Leon shook the potion needle, and the remaining antidote that Wangolichi had taken from the Pope was in his hand.

"Take me to see Veritus. He will live as long as he has not given up the idea of ​​living."

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