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

No one responded to his command.

The suddenly darkened bridge seemed to be mocking the unnecessary consideration.

Chapter 239: Prince of Crows.

The darkness lasted for ten seconds.

When the emergency power supply started up, the bridge was once again dyed with a dark red halo.

The crew stood there in silence, no one cried out in surprise, but Horner could feel the fear creeping up everyone's spine.

"Report the situation!"

Horner snapped.

He had guessed what was happening, but he had to dilute the fear with orders and maintain his shaky sanity with discipline.

The crew sprang into action, their busyness temporarily dispelling their anxiety. Before long, a brief report was handed to Horner.

"The power supply has been cut off."

The technician in charge of the equipment spoke in a tense voice, "Some of the energy devices have been damaged. Repairs will take time, but..."

"But what?"

The technical officer swallowed. "We are in the warp, and most of the energy must be used to supply the Geller Field first. This means that the automatic weapon systems will enter power saving mode, and the lighting in many areas will be turned off."

Horner's pupils shrank slightly.

The word "hunting ground" flashed through his mind.

There were no lights, no automatic defenses, only a maze of dark corridors. This was a battlefield tailor-made for the Night Lords.

"The energy supply area is our key defense area."

Horner murmured to himself, "Where are the Astartes and Black Guards there?"

"No reports of engagement."

The Sound Array Master responded quickly, "Except..."

"Except what?"

"Two crew members accidentally fired their weapons in the confusion and injured one of their own. But other than that, no one was injured."

Horner's brow furrowed.

"So, the energy zone was breached out of nowhere? No one saw the invaders? No resistance?"

silence.

The air on the bridge seemed frozen, leaving only the shadows cast by the emergency lights, slowly moving across the walls as light and darkness shifted. An invisible pressure, like a cold hand, quietly gripped everyone's throat.

Horner said nothing more.

He knew that the enemy had already started his game.

That was not an enemy they could deal with, and his only option was to quickly recall the reinforcements still on the strike cruiser.

"Restore communications as soon as possible. We must immediately inform Sage Leon of the situation on board. Also, have all crew members gather together and act as a team to avoid acting alone. Report any unusual situations to me immediately!"

-

It was several dozen minutes later that Li Ang received the notification from the foundry ship.

"The target sneaked into the ship, destroyed the power pack, and disabled the automatic weapons? In full view of everyone, on our home turf?"

The strike cruiser was not their familiar territory, so being toyed with by the enemy was understandable, but even their forge was breached so easily, which was a bit embarrassing.

Leon thought about it and suddenly realized that Efron and Malik had never mentioned the identity of that Astarte.

"This skill of creating panic without killing anyone is not something an ordinary Night Lord possesses. Malik, who is that Night Lord?"

There was a brief silence in the cabin.

Malik's breathing became heavy, as if he was trying to make a decision. Finally, he slowly said, "Sevatar."

"Which Sevatar?"

Li Ang confirmed.

"Jagosevitarion, First Captain of the Eighth Legion."

The name hit him like a hammer. Efron, who knew some of the inside story, was surprised and said, "Impossible, the Captain of the Night Lords' First Company is on our Indomitable Truth..."

"Firstly, you're no longer one of 'you'. Secondly, he was merely captured by the Dark Angels, not dead. He's even wearing a piece of power armor that he'd taken from some unknown Dark Angel, isn't he?"

Malik continued to retort impatiently: "And I would never mistake my own First Company Captain. Or is it that Mr. Efron, who has long been hunted like a dog across the galaxy by the Dark Angels, thinks he knows Sevatar better than I do?"

Efron was speechless.

Of course Leon knew Sevatar.

Jagosevitarion, Prince of Crows, Lord of the Black Guard, and First Captain of the Night Lords. Along with Sigismund, Kahn, and Corswayn, he was a leading figure in the Great Crusade.

This series of titles is not enough to describe his great achievements. If we really want to tell his story, the fact that even Curze recognized him as a more competent legion commander than himself is enough to explain what kind of character he is.

This is much better than the guy next door who fought with his own Primarch for control of the Legion and ended up only controlling one company, isn't it?

but……

"Why is Sevatar here? The methods he displayed no longer resemble those of an Astartes. Was he really this powerful before?"

In response to Leon's question, Malik simply shook his head.

"I do not know."

Sevatar's performance also exceeded the expectations of Malik, who thought he knew him. He couldn't tell whether Sevatar had hidden his strength when he worked with them before, or whether something had changed in him over the years.

But it is reasonable to be stronger. Those who are not strong cannot escape from the hands of the Dark Angel.

——I believe the fallen angels must have felt this deeply.

"It seems that if we want to know the exact information, we can only ask him himself."

Li Ang said.

"He's already reached the forge, but we're still on the strike cruiser."

Armidale expressed doubt. "Can we really catch him?"

As a country bumpkin who had been struggling on the blue star for many years, although he was not very familiar with Sevatar's name, he knew that this kind of enemy who was good at lurking was the most difficult to deal with.

Regardless of whether they could win a direct fight, as long as the enemy didn't want to fight and was determined to hide on a battleship several kilometers long, unless they destroyed the battleship as well, Sevatar could hide on it forever.

"Believe me, he definitely didn't expect us to have this trick up our sleeve."

Leon said, took out the soul stone and threw it to Amidel.

Teleportation technology allows them to quickly return to the forge, and Leon believes that this speed is enough to catch Sevatar off guard.

"You go back first. I still need to check this lab. At least I need to get Weyland back. Notify the Pilots to come and assist me. Their Titans won't be useful in the battle inside the ship, but their knowledge can help me deal with this strike cruiser."

"What if I can't find him?"

Armidale wasn't so sure.

"Then go find Larriel, a clown Eldar proficient in psionic powers who should be useful in the search."

-

Sevatar's figure moved through the dim corridor like a shadow, his outline blurred by the red light cast by the emergency lights.

The Dark Angel's power armor was not specifically adapted for stealth, but Sevatana's unlocked psychic talents were enough to ensure that every step he took was silent.

Suddenly, a disembodied voice sounded in his mind:

"Sevatar, what are you doing?"

Sevatar paused slightly, trying to make his tone sound gentler: "I'm looking for a vehicle, Otani. At the very least, I'll have to get some supplies so you can hold on until this ship leaves the warp."

Since escaping from the Indomitable Truth, which was sailing in the warp, Sevatar, who had unleashed his talents, managed to find this space hulk under the guidance of psychic power and found a foothold in the warp journey.

Thanks to the engine above not completely shutting down, he used the remaining energy to restart the laboratory, placed Otani in a cryostat, and used stasis to keep her through the long years.

He has been lurking on the Sisyphus, looking for an opportunity to escape the warp from this wreck.

Now he has found it.

"Don't communicate psionically."

He gently warned, "There may be psykers on this ship, and they will find you."

"But I want to be with you. I'm afraid... afraid that you'll be swallowed by the darkness again."

"No, Otani."

Sevatar's eyes swept over the two sailors who had separated from the patrol at the end of the corridor: "They don't deserve the death penalty."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly charged forward. Before the two sailors could even scream, they were struck in the neck by a precise knife and fell limply to the ground.

Sevatar supported their bodies and laid them down gently to avoid making any noise.

"Sleep. The nightmare is with me, but today is not the day you die."

Nearly a hundred years of loneliness was his best teacher. During this time, he learned how to control the spiritual power that had been suppressed by himself, and also learned self-discipline.

Of course, all this is thanks to Otani first.

It was this little girl who served as the second-in-command on the Indomitable Truth and used her abilities to guide him in communication, allowing him to break free from the entanglement of the dead souls in his mind and move towards a new life.

He had to take the little girl out no matter what. Even if he couldn't give her a peaceful and happy life, at least he had to be able to set foot on the land of the real universe again.

He continued to move forward, looking for possibilities to achieve this goal.

What surprised him was that the sailors on this ship had an extremely strong fighting spirit.

He swung his hand and hit a sailor on the side of the neck again. The man groaned and fell limp, but before falling, he still tried to hit Sevatar's knee with the wrench in his hand.

Futile, but stubborn.

This is the seventh one.

Sevatar frowned slightly.

The Night Lords' terrifying tactics should have broken the will of mortals: dark corridors, elusive attacks, and companions falling silently one after another...

But although this group of people were trembling and their uniforms were soaked with cold sweat, they still stood firm at their posts, and some even fought back.

"interesting."

He muttered to himself, crouching down to search the unconscious sailor. What he took out of his pocket made him raise his eyebrows.

Exquisite nutritional bars with the gear emblem of the Mechanicum printed on the packaging.

This is not the ration for a low-ranking sailor.

Corpse starch and synthetic protein paste—that was their daily routine. Only junior officers could enjoy such high-energy supplies.

"I see. Your master treats you well."

The ruler of this ship clearly has a deep understanding of human nature.

Fear can destroy will, but loyalty can also be fed. When the lower-level personnel are also treated as human beings rather than expendable materials, they have a reason to persist.

Sevatar stuffed the nutrition bar into his pocket and continued to sneak forward. He touched the key point of the lower deck, and the scene before him confirmed that this ship was unusual.

A group of soldiers in fine power armor are guarding this hub, guarding against invading enemies.

The equipment in their hands were all special goods that Sevatar had never seen before. Just by looking at them, it was obvious that they were better than those used by the most elite mortal auxiliary troops.

Had the equipment outside changed without his knowledge? Or were their masters so wealthy that they could arm these mortal soldiers to the teeth?

Sevatar prefers the latter.

But these enemies are still not a problem for him.

His spiritual energy surged like a tide, covering himself and the area.

His figure twisted and blurred in the darkness, eventually turning into an almost indistinguishable shadow, rushing towards the power armor team.

To his surprise, the soldiers in their strange power armor picked up on his movements.

"Enemy attack!"

The leader roared, and flames instantly spurted out of the muzzle of the Gauss rifle.