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

Wienand looked at Veritus lying on the hospital bed.

Haggard and withered, it seems that the slightest touch will turn it into powder and blow it away with the wind.

For a fifteen hundred year old man, this listless look seemed to be exactly what he should look like.

But Wienand still remembered how Veritus had looked not long ago: firm, full, vigorous, as if everything was under his control.

Venand and Veretus had their fair share of arguments, but it wasn't until Veretus was nearing death that Venand realized the significance of a Founder who had survived the Heresy to the present day to the Inquisition.

"The doctors did their best."

Veritus just closed his eyes: "I told you long ago, I don't need a doctor."

He motioned for Winand to sit in front of him.

"I am running out of time, Winand, so you must listen to me."

Vinand sat in front of him as he was told and listened to the old man's chatter.

"We let our guard down. We considered the threats posed by heretics and xenos, but ignored the conflicts within the Imperium. Wangorich is trying to control everything, and this will be the beginning of his downfall. The Astartes he relies on may also begin to follow the Warmaster's footsteps."

"They protected Terra."

Winand responded.

"Yes, they are our most glorious defenders, but they can also be our greatest enemies. They are extraordinary warriors, but they can be defeated by honor and people's doubts, just as Terra and the High Lords did before them."

Wienand was horrified by this possibility, but Veritus consoled him:

"Do not lose faith. The temptations of Chaos are everywhere, but the Dark Gods are not omnipotent. I have seen firsthand the power of the Emperor. He watches over us, he sees us all, he is always with us, never forget that."

His breathing became weaker, but he still held on and held onto Wienand's hand.

"Now, I have one last thing for you."

"what is that?"

Wienand asked curiously.

"Yes……"

"A key to one of Saturn's moons, I think."

Winand heard the answer, but it was not Veritus who made it.

She turned around in horror and looked at the door of the ward, only to find a mechanical priest leaning against the door.

Noticing the gazes of Veritus and Venander, Leon bowed slightly.

"Although this is our first meeting, I believe we are no strangers to each other. It is a pleasure to meet you, two representatives of the Inquisition. I hope you are equally excited about my arrival."

PS1: The role of the Inquisition representative Winand in the original work is to succeed the Inquisition representative after the death of Veritus, and...

Wangorichi's lover.

Wangerlich's character, as a staunch supporter of the Imperial Truth and a fiercely loyal assassin, is already quite rich. I'm pretty sure people aren't here for this inexplicable love story (they even wrote that the reason Wienand wasn't dealt with by the Assassins' Court was that Wangerlich had a crush on Wienand), so I didn't touch on this line at all.

PS2: We are going to form a new chapter based on the Second Legion and the Soul Drinkers. We are collecting chapter names here. You can suggest your own names or give likes to others. I will pick one from the most liked ones.

Just don't make the name too informal.

Chapter 229: Reshaping the Future.

Veritus stared at Leon but said nothing. It was Venander who took the initiative to attack Leon.

"This is the secret fortress of the Inquisition. Why are you here, Sage Leon?"

Frady Lena stood up and said, "I brought him in."

"As an Inquisitor, do you know what mistakes you have made? Even if you are a disciple of Veritus, you cannot do this! Get out, now!"

Fratilena had no choice but to withdraw, but Leon remained unmoved.

He interrupted Wienand's scolding mercilessly: "You should be more polite to us. Because I brought hope that Veritus would survive."

"That's impossible. The Inquisition has tried everything."

"So I brought the antidote from Wangorichi himself."

Wienand was stunned and let Leon walk up to Veritus.

Veritus turned his head away and didn't look at Leon.

"I've lived long enough."

"Just being tall is useless. You also have to think about what you have accomplished and whether it has made your life more valuable, right?"

"You cooperated with Wangorichi, and then you saved my life. Why?"

"Who knows, maybe it's because you are living history?"

Leon sat down in front of Veritus and looked the old man straight in the eye.

Veritus's body, which had not undergone much modification, was now just a shriveled human remains, looking weak and pale.

Although this is the Warhammer universe, can ordinary humans really live to be 1500 years old?

"Do you really know Horus?"

he asked curiously.

Veritus did not deny it. He glanced at Leon, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face, as if a last ray of light had come to him.

"Indeed. My name is Kyril Hindman. I am Chief Recorder of the 63rd Fleet of the Great Crusade. I was there when Horus rescued the Emperor and was crowned Warmaster. I was there when Warmaster Horus betrayed the Emperor and embraced the Lie. I was there when the Luna Wolves were corrupted from the inside by Chaos. I was there when the fratricide broke out on Isstvan III."

"I survived the Battle of Terra, and I knew the first Living Saint, Euphrates, as a friend. And..."

His expression began to become painful and his voice became struggling.

"And I was there when the Emperor slew Horus."

How ironic, thought Veritus.

He thought back to when he was in the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet, and the time he had talked and laughed with Gavial Loken as a friend.

He had been his friend, his mentor, his guide to the Imperial Truth. They had followed Horus to face a pocket empire whose leader also called himself the Emperor.

Horus killed the Emperor himself, and from then on, "I was there when Horus killed the Emperor" became an unspoken joke between him and Loken.

None of them expected that the joke would take a turn and unfold before their eyes in such a tragic way.

The glory of the Great Expedition was frozen at that moment, and those years eventually turned into bitter memories.

Loken became the last of the Luna Wolf, and he became the founder of the Inquisition.

Loken died on the Spirit of Vengeance, and he would also die here.

Perhaps he should have gone to meet his old friend under the Golden Throne long ago.

The tide of memories receded, and Veritus's eyes became cloudy again.

He raised his dry, branch-like hand and pointed to the door. "Go out, Sage Li Ang. I don't want to be disturbed while I'm giving my last words."

Li Ang didn't move, he stared at the dying old man.

The decay of his body was far less than the withering of his soul. The poison had eaten away only his flesh, but something deeper had already eaten away at Veritus's spirit.

"Before you send me away, I want to know something."

Leon leaned forward and asked, "How did the recorder who preached the truth of the Empire in the expeditionary fleet become the fanatical believer of the Emperor today?"

The corner of Veritus' mouth twitched, as if he had heard something funny.

"Is this so hard to understand? I have seen living saints bathed in golden light, seen Loken return from the brink of death, and seen the waves of the Warp retreat before the Emperor's will!"

"Humans can't do this, Leon. That's why the Emperor can only be a god! That idiot Wangorichi is destroying the foundation of the Empire!"

Li Ang listened quietly to the old man's final shouting, and then pointed out the blind spot.

"Interestingly, the Imperial Truth was formulated by the Emperor himself."

These words hit Veritus like a hammer in the chest. He coughed violently, and an abnormal flush appeared on his pale face.

"That's... a lie! A lie in which a god denies his own divinity!"

"So, if the Emperor is truly a god, why would he tell this lie?"

"Because of……"

"Because of what?"

Leon leaned forward, staring intently into Veritus' eyes. "Is it because the Emperor is wrong? Or is it that you, who worship the Emperor as a god, have never truly understood His intentions?"

Veritus' pupils constricted, and he lost the energy to refute. The scene became a one-man show for Leon.

"The Imperial Truth may be a lie, but like the Ecclesiarchy, it is an attempt to save humanity. You are no different from Wangorichi in his pursuit of the Imperial Truth. In essence, your goals are the same."

Veritus turned his head away, refusing to acknowledge this view, but he couldn't help but look at Leon, at this mysterious sage.

He had been following this sage from the very beginning. This sage's rise to power was unremarkable, but he suddenly rose to prominence at the start of the Beast War. His methods were varied and unpredictable, and he accomplished things that ordinary people could not.

He had only seen one person change so drastically so suddenly.

The empire's first living saint, Euphrates.

Yes, only this could explain the sage's ability to save the empire from danger, and only this could explain why the sage seemed to know about the Grey Knights.

Those Astartes created by the Emperor at the last moment should now only be known to the Emperor himself, the Custodes, and himself, the founder of the Inquisition.

The Imperial Guards couldn't possibly reveal this information, so the only possibility was...

Thinking of this, Veritus's breathing became rapid.

The nature of an inquisitor prevented Veritus from easily believing this conjecture, but the inclination in his heart had already caused him to change subtly.

He had to verify this conjecture himself and witness it with his own eyes.

Veritus was silent for a while, and finally said hoarsely:

"Leave the antidote here and get out."

Leon placed the potion on the bedside. When he turned to leave, he heard the old man's final whisper behind him:

"Tell Wangorichi...I will live to see him fail."

Li Ang shrugged and walked out of the room.

He had already anticipated the love-hate relationship between the two.

But that's what he wanted.

Fratilena noticed Leon coming out, and she looked at him nervously.

"Is he willing to take the antidote?"

"Don't worry, he's more energetic than you think. Even after being ravaged by the poison, I estimate he can live for at least another hundred years."

Fratilena breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension in her eyes turned into gratitude: "I don't know how I can ever repay you."

"Just don't forget the promise you made to me at Covenant Harbor."

Fratilena was stunned for a moment before she realized that Leon was referring to the incident in Covenant Port where he assisted the Inquisition in capturing the traitorous Inquisitor of the Isstvan faction.

Veritus then instructed her to give a promise that the Inquisition would grant these Astartes requests.

Veritus had hoped that these Astartes would use this promise to get the Inquisition to assist them in resisting the High Lords' harassment. In this way, the Inquisition could preserve the Astartes coalition against the Orks while also infiltrating its influence into the various Chapters of the Last Wall and restricting them.

But as the High Wall finally reached an agreement with the Assassins' Court and went against the Inquisition, this promise became an empty talk that she almost forgot.

Frati Lena had never expected that Leon would bring this up when things were slightly less tense between him and the Inquisition: "Why did you bring this up so suddenly?"

"Because we have many things to discuss with the Inquisition, and some of them require this promise to make you compromise. But before that, we need the Inquisition to restrain your subordinates. Don't let those Inquisitors plot how to fight against the Astartes and prepare for a shadow war against the Assassins' Court."

Frady Lena was a little embarrassed: "We will."

"Very good. Then we will meet again at the High Lords' Council when everything is concluded smoothly."

-

The Tribunal did not break its promise.

Although he had previously disbanded the High Lords' Council and won the recognition of the Imperial Guard, those fearless Inquisitors active on Terra had been secretly finding fault with Wangorichi.

It is difficult to say how many open and covert battles occurred between Wangorichi's assassins and the Inquisitor's men during this period.

However, with the orders given by Veritus, the founder of the Inquisition, most of the Inquisitors gave up their confrontation with Wangorichi and began to cooperate.