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

Efron was even more eager to watch the show. The feeling of spying on little secrets made him, as a dark angel, unable to stop.

But the topic of identity didn't continue. The Dark Angels, or rather, the Captain of the Night Lords, simply sneered and asked:

"Malik, you betrayed your current comrades, didn't you?"

"Compared to them, the Night Lords are...!"

Malik's rebuttal was cut short: "You betrayed your current comrades, didn't you?"

Malik opened his mouth, as if wanting to argue, but in the end he just lowered his head: "...Yes."

He quickly raised his head again, his voice growing increasingly agitated. "But I must do this! Even if it means parting ways with my current warband! Captain, do you understand? The Eighth Legion is no longer what it once was! Forget punishing sinners; they've even fallen into Chaos in their bloodshed. They're even worse than when we fought the Dark Angels!"

The Dark Angel listened in silence, while Malik spoke with growing indignation:

"We were once the embodiment of fear, the judge of sinners! But what have we become now? A bunch of butchers wandering the edge of the galaxy, who have forgotten who they are!"

He looked at the other person with earnest hope in his eyes.

"Come back, Captain! Lead us again! We all thought you were dead, that the entire Legion would be shattered in corruption. But you are still alive. If you wish, the entire Eighth Legion will be reborn in the night under your leadership!"

His impassioned words were not reciprocated by his company commander.

The other party just slowly bent down, picked up Malik's lightning claw, and then threw the weapon back to Malik's feet with a "snap".

"pick it up."

His voice was low and cold. "Continue to fight alongside your comrades."

Malik was stunned.

"Betrayal is a sin," the other party continued, "Don't let me down like the false emperor did when he betrayed our father."

Malik slowly bent down, picked up the fallen Lightning Claw, equipped the weapon on his other uninjured hand, and then turned his head.

Just happened to meet Efron's direct gaze.

The two looked at each other in silence for a second.

"so……"

Efron was the first to break the silence, "Are we teammates again now?"

"Shut up."

Malik's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, but he still stood beside Efron honestly, although his expression was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it.

Efron suddenly felt secretly happy.

It's rare to see the Night Lord, who always looks sarcastic and mocking, acting like a child who has done something wrong.

But now was not the time to gloat. Efron looked up and around, trying to lock onto the mysterious "Dark Angel."

The laboratory was empty, where was the shadow of the other person and the little girl?

"he's gone?"

Efron was stunned.

Malik sneered: "He didn't leave. As long as he wants, he is everywhere. No one can escape from him."

"Who is he?"

Efron pressed.

Malik remained silent.

Efron sighed, realizing there was only one thing he could do now.

"Call Leon."

He pressed the communicator, "When he and our raid commander start questioning you, you won't be able to refuse."

-

Li Ang and his large army felt that it was already dozens of minutes later.

The news that there might be a Night Lord on board the ship made him alert. Armidel led a large force and advanced cautiously. It took him quite some time to reach the laboratory.

Seeing that nothing unexpected happened in the end, Leon temporarily put the Victor Soul Stone in his hand back into the Black Stone Box.

Vashtor seemed to be able to sense the situation outside through this soul stone. Although he had not appeared in a long time, Leon felt that it was still necessary to eliminate the possibility of him spying on him unless it was a critical moment.

He walked into the lab and saw Efron setting Malik's bones.

"What happened just now?"

"It's basically what I said before."

Efron replied, not mentioning Malik's backstab. He simply pursed his lips and gestured for Leon to look at the stasis chamber containing the Astartes.

"The rest of this experiment will have to be confirmed by you, Sage."

Leon stepped forward and examined the stasis chamber. He identified the Astartes inside and discovered that the seriously injured man was likely an Iron Hand of high rank.

Feeling familiar, he compared it with the records he had found on the bridge before and realized the identity of the sleeping warrior in front of him.

"Sabik Verlander?"

He was surprised.

According to the information on the bridge, this Iron Hand was probably the one who sat in the captain's seat and drove the warship away from the Sons of Horus at the last moment. However, the Gastlings eventually caught up with the ship and, when they didn't find what they wanted, they destroyed it wantonly.

Leon originally thought that Wieland, who was driving the ship, should have been killed or taken away, but he didn't expect him to be here.

He observed Vreland's condition through the stasis chamber and realized that Vreland had indeed been severely injured by the Sons of Horus. The Iron Hand had fallen into a state of suspended animation, and the traitors had probably left him here, thinking he was doomed.

But the mechanical implants on this Iron Hand worked, allowing him to survive longer than the maximum suspended animation time, until he was placed in a stasis position by others with his last breath left.

So this other person...

"Where could that Night Lord be right now?"

Li Ang suddenly asked.

The only one who can do this is the mysterious Night Lord.

The other party should be a latecomer who boarded the ship later, just like them, and judging from the fact that he can save people, he should not be completely on the opposite side.

Maybe there is a possibility for them to communicate.

Efron didn't answer, but looked at Malik.

"I don't know. But he could hunt down everyone on this ship if he wanted to."

"He also has a little girl with him."

Efron couldn't help but interrupt, "It's impossible—"

Malik interrupted rudely: "That's not important. The wisest thing for us to do now is to return to the fleet and get away from this ship!"

Looking at the unusually anxious Batboy, Leon raised his eyebrows: "Reason?"

"Because it has been cursed by the crows!"

The veterans accompanying Leon looked at each other in bewilderment, puzzled as to why Malik, a fellow Great Crusade veteran, would be so superstitious about an unknown Night Lord. Leon, however, sensed something.

The Night Lords, the Crows, and a little girl?

Why does it sound so familiar?

He combined the information at hand and asked Amidel beside him: "If it were you, what would be your purpose in putting a little girl in a freezer?"

"To keep her alive, of course."

"There is no material basis for people to survive for a long time in the subspace."

"So we must seize the opportunity to escape from the subspace..."

Armidale answered automatically, then realized something: "He will board our ship?"

Everyone realized what was going to happen next, and Leon connected with Cooper.

"Is there anything unusual in the area you are guarding?"

"everything is normal."

Cooper reported back, but then BT's mechanical voice suddenly interrupted: "Warning: Abnormal energy fluctuations detected."

Cooper immediately changed the subject: "Wait, what did BT discover—"

Li Ang ordered: "Stop him, but don't hurt the little girl in his arms!"

The Pilots responded quickly, and the heavy footsteps of the Tiantu-class Titans shook the deck.

Faced with Leon's request not to harm the little girl, they did not use long-range weapons, but formed a human wall, trying to use the huge body of the mecha to block the advance of the black shadow.

Ten mechas seven or eight meters tall were enough to completely block the deck. Cooper manipulated the Titan's iron fist and swung it at the dark shadow that had no way to escape.

The opponent's body suddenly blurred, as if blown away by the wind, turning into an untouchable black mist. The mecha's iron fist swung, but only grabbed empty air.

The black shadow nimbly passed through the deck where there should have been no path and headed straight for the casting ship.

"what's the situation?!"

Cooper is shocked.

BT calmly analyzed: "Probability 87.3%: The target is using the power of the Warp to travel through the Immaterial Plane. Pilot, this is not your problem."

His thoughtful words of comfort did not help the situation. Cooper immediately turned to the Thunderhawk gunships still on the deck.

"Take off! Get off this ship before he takes it away!"

Iron Hand, who was in charge of piloting the Thunder Eagle, immediately ignited the engine and detached from the strike cruiser.

But before Cooper could breathe a sigh of relief, the situation before him once again exceeded his understanding.

The black mist that passed over them condensed in the void, crossed the physical distance like a nightmare, and landed silently on the deck of the casting ship not far away.

No need for a vehicle, no need for a jump - he seemed to be part of the shadow.

If the shadow had not enveloped a little girl, he would never have thought that it was the opponent that Leon wanted him to stop, but an incomprehensible subspace illusion.

“Feinus…”

he whispered.

Is their opponent truly an Astartes?

The interception on the strike cruiser failed, and the people who needed to be on guard changed from Cooper and his men to the casting ship.

"Seal the deck and close the airlock!"

Horner ordered, "Send out the sailors and patrol every passageway within the forge. Also, have them wear life monitors! Have the remaining Astartes and Black Guards together to hold down the key areas of the ship. If any patrol loses contact, report to me immediately!"

The originally relaxed atmosphere inside the ship suddenly became solemn and the entire ship was mobilized under his command.

Layer upon layer of armored gates descended, dividing the ship into isolated combat zones. Sailors scurried to their designated combat areas. Automated turrets descended from the ceiling, and even the servitors normally responsible for maintenance were temporarily armed, guarding the corners of the passageways with welding torches and cutters.

Reports came one after another in the communication channel, and everyone was on edge, waiting for the arrival of the invaders.

A minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

The red dot representing the invader never appeared on the tactical screen on the bridge.

"Thermal scan shows no abnormalities."

"The life detector is not responding."

Reports were transmitted back to the bridge one after another, and the commanders on the bridge looked at each other and confirmed a possible fact.

"He didn't come in?"

They reacted quickly, so it's not impossible.

Based on this premise, Horner began to consider other strategies.

He didn't know what was going on with that Astartes, but even with psychic protection, the little girl couldn't survive for long in a vacuum.

If he really cared about that little girl, maybe they could consider persuading her to surrender?

"Send a team of Astartes to search the deck, and make a broadcast to the entire ship."

Horner pondered: "Let's just say we're willing to engage peacefully without any confrontation..."