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

Damn Batboy!

Efron cursed inwardly and climbed up the ventilation duct clumsily.

The ventilation duct was narrow and cramped, and his armor got stuck at the corners several times. When he finally stumbled awkwardly through the exit into the laboratory, Malik was already gone.

Efron sighed and got up, his eyes immediately drawn to the scene in the center of the laboratory—

A cryostasis chamber.

A little girl was floating in the transparent cabin.

She looked no more than ten years old, with long golden hair slowly fluttering in the air and a face as peaceful as if she were sleeping.

There are real living people here!

"Malik!"

Efron called out in a low voice, "Come look at this!"

no respond.

He turned around and searched, and finally found Malik in the corner of the laboratory.

The Night Lords were standing before another stasis chamber using a stasis field, containing a severely injured Astartes.

The Astartes' power armor was almost completely torn apart, and his exposed body was covered with horrific wounds. His face was pale, and only the stasis field locked him on the brink of death.

Efron's breath hitched.

Two stasis chambers, two frozen lives.

So the question is, if both people are in the stasis chamber -

Who put them in there?

Did Astartes put the little girl in the cryostat and then go into stasis himself? That's impossible, he's already so injured...

Could it be that the little girl had dragged the Astartes into the stasis chamber? That was even more impossible. Where did the little girl get so much strength?

Efron and Malik looked at each other, then dispersed tacitly and searched every corner of the laboratory carefully.

But they found no trace of any third party.

"Maybe the guy put them in and left."

Malik said.

"What's the point? Freeze them and run off?"

"how could I know?"

Malik retorted impatiently, "The fact is that there's no one else here."

Efron took a deep breath, but couldn't come up with a more appropriate guess.

Since I can't find the answer, I can only ask the people in the stasis tank.

The seriously injured Astartes was obviously not suitable for thawing, and the only choice was the little girl.

He approached the stasis chamber and carefully observed the girl inside. She looked no more than ten years old, but her petite body was covered in crisscrossing scars, and blue veins were faintly visible under her pale, almost transparent skin.

What was most striking was her eyes - her eye sockets were sunken, and although there were still eyeballs inside, they looked extremely empty.

"Navigator?"

Efron murmured a guess, but then denied his own thoughts.

Some navigators do experience blindness from having their normal eyes burned by the Warp due to prolonged gaze into the Warp, but this girl doesn't have a third eye.

While psykers can also serve as navigators, the most professional navigators generally possess a third eye that can peer into the Warp. Her appearance, rather than the aftereffects of gazing into the Warp, more closely resembles the effects of long-term abuse.

"Whatever she is, we have to wake her up."

Efron said this as he began to operate the control panel of the stasis chamber, thankful that he had learned how to operate such equipment during his long service.

"be prepared."

He reminded Malik, "This girl might be a psyker, and her awakening might be accompanied by a psionic shock."

Malik snorted coldly, not appreciating the offer. However, he was still prepared for any unexpected situation.

As the stasis fluid drained, the girl's eyelashes began to tremble slightly. Efron and Malik stared at her, alert for a possible outbreak of psychic energy.

However, nothing happened.

The hatch slowly opened, and the girl's body fell forward limply. Efron subconsciously reached out to support her.

She raised her head weakly and "looked" in Efron's direction with lifeless eyes.

Her lips trembled as she tried to form the words. Efron leaned in closer to discern them carefully.

"Be careful."

Efron's heart tightened, and before he could react, the girl struggled to form the second word -

"Run."

The lights in the lab suddenly went out, leaving only the emergency light source casting a blood-red shadow. Efron held the girl with one hand and drew his bolt pistol with the other, pointing it at the dark corridor as fast as he could.

But it was too late.

The nerves that were previously tense when guarding against psychic attacks inevitably relaxed when it was discovered that there was no impact. It takes time to tighten the string again.

A moment of slackness can be fatal.

Different from the direction he was aiming, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the gap between the equipment they had checked before!

Efron quickly turned the gun around, but the opponent's speed was astonishingly fast.

A well-aimed elbow strike hit his wrist, sending the bolt pistol flying and hitting the metal floor in the distance with a resounding clang.

"Damn it!"

Efron cursed, drew his combat knife, and was forced to fight at extremely close range.

He thought he was doomed to fail, but he didn't expect that the opponent didn't use any weapons and only fought with fists and feet.

This allowed Efron to fight back a bit.

...Just for a moment.

Efron sadly discovered that even though he was armed, he was still being beaten by the other party.

His combat knife could only swim in vain in the air, while the opponent's elbow strikes hit his vital points.

Efron switched to a defensive position, but the opponent's attacks were disorganized and he had no idea where to start even if he blocked them.

He wanted to break the move, but there was no way to break it. How to solve this problem?

With the dim red glow of the emergency light source, Efron finally saw the other party's attire clearly - it was a set of Dark Angel power armor from the Great Crusade period. The ancient paint had long been mottled, but the emblem of the First Legion could still be recognized.

Fallen angel?

Efron's thoughts raced.

The opponent's silent approach style was like the stealth experts of "Ravenwing", and his brutal close combat skills were like the berserkers of "Dreadwing". And that kind of cold efficiency inexplicably reminded him of the Night Lord like Malik.

"who are you?!"

Efron demanded sharply, barely blocking a knife attack aimed at his fragile neck armor.

no answer.

Only the silent offensive came like a tide.

Efron realized that if he continued to hold the girl, he would definitely lose. He gritted his teeth, loosened his arms, and prepared to fight back with all his strength.

In this moment of weakness, the opponent suddenly changed his tactics. A shadow flashed, and the girl was snatched away by the opponent. The man took a half step back, and a deep voice sounded in the darkness for the first time:

"She's mine."

His movements were so fast that Efron had no time to react. His heart sank as he watched the girl being snatched away by the man, who then began to draw his combat knife.

He understood that the other party had not used weapons before only for the safety of the girl. Now that he had lost the "hostage", the other party had no worries at all.

Efron didn't think his combat skills were particularly outstanding, but he was, after all, a non-commissioned officer who had come all the way from the Great Crusade. Who on earth could be such a master who could suppress and beat him to the point where he had no chance to fight back?

Is there such a person among them Dark Angels?

The most important thing is, where is Malik?

The battle had just taken place in a split second, but Malik, possessing Astartes' dynamic vision, had undoubtedly seen the confrontation clearly. For some reason, Efron had received no support from Malik.

He glanced at Malik out of the corner of his eye and found that the other party was standing there in a daze for some reason, just watching the duel.

Efron snapped, "Malik! Why are you just watching!"

Under his urging, the Midnight Lord finally responded. He raised his lightning claws and slowly approached the center of the battlefield.

Very good, even if the two of them joined forces they might not be able to defeat each other, but there should be some room for maneuver between the two of them...

Efron was trying to figure out what to do next when suddenly, alarm bells went off.

He subconsciously turned around and avoided Malik's lightning claws that were swinging at him.

The decomposition function was not activated on the Lightning Claw, but such an action was enough to horrify Efron.

His eyes widened as he looked at Malik who had backstabbed him for the second time.

"What are you doing, Malik? Are you really betraying me?!"

Chapter 238 I am the approaching fear.

Malik was obviously a little surprised: "You can actually defend it?"

"You did it once in Covenant Harbor, and now you're doing it again, and you're asking me why I was able to defend myself?!"

Malik felt that what Efron said made some sense, and Efron could even hear him smacking his lips in regret.

"Then you should know that I'm simply choosing the optimal solution, just like last time. What a shame! If you had just quietly been knocked unconscious, you might have avoided the nightmare that followed."

"Don't say the same bullshit you did last time!"

Efron protested, but he was already thinking.

He could sense from the other party's lightning claws, which hadn't activated the decomposition stance, that he had no intention of killing, but why? Why did he attack him?

Is it because of that 'Dark Angel'?

He watched Malik's movements warily. As expected, Malik slowly approached the 'Dark Angel'.

Efron, who had already felt that the opponent's fighting style was somewhat similar to that of the Night Lord, suddenly realized that the unknown person must be related to the Night Lord.

He still couldn't figure out why the other party was wearing their legion's power armor, but that didn't matter anymore.

Malik obviously met an old acquaintance of his. If the other party was determined to kill him, he might have to face the siege of two people next.

This is actually better than being knocked unconscious just now.

Efron, who had not expected such a change, felt bitter, but all he could do was raise his sword and be on guard against the next siege from the two men.

Malik was still moving closer to the Dark Angel, and he seemed to trust him completely, so much so that he turned his back to the Dark Angel and only had wariness of Efron in his eyes.

But when he was only a few steps away from the other party——

"Dark Angel" suddenly attacked!"

The swift attack went straight for Malik's wrist. He seemed very familiar with the Lightning Claw, and he disassembled the weapon while twisting his elbow. With a muffled groan from Malik, the Lightning Claw strapped to his power armor was directly removed and hit the ground with a thud.

Efron stared at the scene with wide eyes in disbelief.

Oh my god, there's a reversal?

Is this an internal conflict?

For a moment, Efron even forgot that he was still hostile to the two of them.

Seeing the man who had backstabbed him get backstabbed by someone he trusted made Efron feel that seeing such a shocking reversal was worth dying for. He watched intently, taking in Malik's shock.

Malik dragged his dislocated arm, his voice trembling in a rare way:

"Captain...why are you doing this?"

Company commander?

The other party is the captain of the Night Lords during the Great Crusade?