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

The steel nail bullets poured down like a rainstorm, but they penetrated through Sevatar's psychic power and were nailed into the metal wall in vain.

The next second, Sevatar charged into the battle. Over a dozen Marines fell without even a scream.

Sevatar stood among the fallen soldiers, his brows slightly furrowed.

He leaned over to check one of the power armors, put his fingers into the gap of the armor, trying to pry it open and check the specific performance of this power armor.

However, when he took off the helmet, he found that in addition to the sophisticated auxiliary aiming device, the inside of this power armor also had a configuration that was considered a luxury for these mortals.

"Life monitoring..."

Sevatar whispered, his scarred lips raised in a strange arc.

trouble.

This means that the other party already knows that the team has lost contact.

The Night Lords' tactics of defeating them one by one no longer worked against these well-informed enemies. He could imagine what kind of encirclement he would face if he continued to stay here.

He would be busy on this ship until it left the warp, and the initiative would always be in the other party's hands... right?

No.

Sevatar straightened up, psychic energy coursing through his veins.

He no longer suppressed his power, and the whispers of the warp turned into a whirlwind in his ears.

"bring it on."

he whispered.

"I'm here for you!"

His figure suddenly dissipated, transforming into a formless black mist that swept through the corridor like a cold storm. The mortal soldiers only had time to see a passing shadow before they could raise their weapons before being struck down by an invisible force.

Panic shouts exploded on the communication channel:

"The lower area has been breached!"

"He's coming! So fast—"

"Fire! Fire!"

Bullets tore through the air, but could only chase after Sevata's afterimage. One soldier tried to dodge, but the moment he turned around, he was met with a pair of eyes as black as ink, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.

Resistance? Futile.

Panic? No use.

Sevatar materialized like a nightmare, leaving behind only fallen bodies and rapid breathing wherever he passed.

He is not killing, he is just declaring a fact:

In this darkness, he is the only hunter.

-

The horrific results were reported to the bridge from the devastated front lines.

The battleship was turned upside down by just one enemy, and this result surprised the crew on the bridge who didn't know what kind of enemy they were facing.

Horner drew his pistol, then put it down again.

He could see that the other party's target was not the bridge, so there was no point in him doing this.

If there is no master of equal strength, no matter how many people are sent in, it will be of no help in the face of such an enemy.

And he didn't kill anyone...

This seems like a good thing, but it gives Horner a headache.

On the one hand, he was thankful that there were no casualties, but on the other hand, he realized that those who were knocked unconscious had become hostages of the other side.

He could have planted explosives along the way to try to cause harm, but the enemy didn't kill people at all. Whether or not the explosives he planted could kill the enemy, those who were knocked unconscious would definitely die.

Both he and Leon cared about the casualties of their men, but Sevatar's holding back made them lose the opportunity to gain a big advantage with a small investment.

Horner could only order: "Seal off the area, evacuate personnel, and vacuum up the adjacent cabins within the enemy's range of activity!"

His actions had some effect, and reports of injuries among the Undead Army began to drop significantly. However, due to a lack of eyewitness reports, he began to be unsure of the enemy's movements.

Many monitoring systems were also destroyed, and the bridge has gradually lost control of the entire ship.

If there were enough Astartes...

Just as he was thinking this, a faint blue teleportation light appeared on the bridge. After dozens of seconds of teleportation, Armidale led the team back to the forge.

"What's going on now?"

he asked Horner.

"This is terrible, Lord Armidale. Both the energy and surveillance systems have been destroyed. We've lost most of our control over this ship. Even the independent energy source for Lord Leon's laboratory has been cut off by this person."

"So how can we determine his location now?"

"Only through the life monitoring system on the CMC power armor."

Amidel took stock of the situation and realized that Leon might have misjudged his opponent.

In just over ten minutes, Sevatar's range of activity had already covered half of the length of the six-kilometer light cruiser, and was showing a trend of expansion.

In this case, even if Larriel could determine Sevatar's approximate location, they would not be able to catch up.

From his professional "hunting" perspective, to capture this kind of enemy, at least a regiment of people would have to guard the narrow pass on this ship, conduct a carpet search, gradually divide and narrow the encirclement, and then press in all out after trapping the enemy within a specific range...

Or maybe there's a stealth master who's his equal?

Unfortunately, there are no hunters who are good at stealth.

Armidale put the thought aside. No matter what, he had to go to Larry first and make an attempt.

"You've done very well, Horner."

He comforted her, "Leave it to us next."

The Chapter's entire force was mobilized to launch a sweeping search for Sevatar, while mortal soldiers were redeployed to assist the Astartes.

But among the hurriedly running soldiers, there was an inconspicuous person going against the flow.

Neos lowered his head and walked through the bridge. He almost circled around and came to a place on the ship that few people approached.

He looked up and saw the sign for this cabin.

Although the lights were dim, the logo of Li Ang's laboratory was still eye-catching.

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"Larryl, can you find him?!"

"I'm trying!"

It was difficult for the Eldar clown who had successfully learned not to speak in riddles to hide his failure in a compromised way. He promised, but there was an unspeakable shock in his eyes.

How is it possible that Monkai's attainments in psychic power are even more profound than those of this clown Eldar?

He tried to use his psychic powers to investigate, but could only see a confusing shadow. No matter how hard he tried, he could not penetrate the essence of the shadow.

What the hell is he!?

A brief peek into the warp had already made him sweat profusely. Not daring to attract the gaze of the Hungry Lady, he could only withdraw from the spiritual vision and point out the approximate direction of the shadow's movement to Amidel.

"Over there! His target should be the escape pod on this ship!"

Armidale nodded and led the team in pursuit.

Larry had no idea of ​​distance or location. The result of having only a direction was that Armidale and his brother were like headless flies, either rushing too far or finding too close.

Sevatar only needed to turn his back to easily avoid these Astartes and play with them in the applause that could never catch up with him.

Unfortunately, this fun won't last long.

Sevatar knew that his opponent's pursuit seemed futile, but it blocked his way forward.

As more and more Astartes gathered here, his range of activities began to be restricted. He realized that it was unlikely to find any way to escape the warp on this ship.

These Astartes returned too quickly, and the weapons in their hands...

Sevatar had never seen such a weapon before, and even he was curious about the aura it exuded.

He was very confident in his own strength, but those Astartes did not look like weaklings. Even if he had the upper hand, the other side should be able to fight back.

It would be unwise to get into a fight on enemy territory. Perhaps he should do what Curze did and fight guerrilla warfare on a ship for a few months.

He stopped and began to search for any useful supplies.

The fact that the enemy could distribute CMC power armor to every ordinary soldier was not a completely bad thing for Sevatar. He used the data cable that came with the power armor to connect and obtained the map of the ship from these soldiers.

Although each soldier only had a map of the area they were stationed in, Sevatar had knocked down enough people that the information he obtained was enough to piece together the general structure of the ship.

This was a forging ship and was not equipped with a dedicated treatment room, but Sevatar discovered a sage's laboratory on the upper deck.

Otani's body is still very weak. The root cause of the illness he suffered from long-term abuse by the governor on the Indomitable Truth cannot be cured by just eating.

It would take more than food to get her through the long voyage through the Warp; he would have to find some medicine and supplements as well.

A sage's laboratory should be able to find these things.

Sevatar thought as he nimbly leaped onto the complex ventilation ducts. He hung upside down above the deck, moving like a bat, brushing past the pursuers in the corridor.

The other party had misjudged his intentions and wouldn't be able to catch up anytime soon. He could relax a little.

Even Sevatar felt tired after using psychic power for a long time. He reduced his use of psychic power and just groped his way into the laboratory from the shadows.

Even without the shield of psychic energy, his figure blended perfectly into the surrounding darkness.

The hum of the ventilation ducts, the footsteps of the pursuers in the distance, the occasional flash of the emergency lights - all of these became his cover for stealth.

However, as he was walking through a narrow corridor, a strange feeling crept up his spine.

The shadows seemed... different.

They are no longer familiar allies, but some vague, hostile presence.

Sevatar looked around carefully. He didn't find anything unusual, but the feeling of incongruity was lingering.

illusion?

He continued walking, seemingly unaware.

The unknown being lurking in his shadow began to move slowly as he advanced, inching closer...

Then, suddenly he jumped up!

Sevatar spun around and drew his combat knife from his waist. The blade collided with the fiercely biting serrations, sparks flew amidst the shrill sound of metal, and at the same time illuminated the attacker's face.

It was a pitch-black bird-beak helmet.

Over-rationed supplies, abnormally abundant Astartes, and now there's a Raven Guard?

The corners of Sevatar's mouth slowly lifted up, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"Ha. This ship really is... full of surprises."

-

Sharokin felt like he had had a very long dream.

There is blood, fire, and endless smoke in the dream.

He saw himself standing on a scorched earth, with broken ceramite and twisted corpses beneath his feet. The fire of rebellion rained down from the sky, igniting the land of Isstvan V and separating him from the Legion.

The dream jumps around vaguely.

He stood on the ground of Hydra and sent a bolter through the head of a rebellious Primarch. He and Weyland fought their way through the Emperor's Children who were chasing them as they retreated. The last person he cut down...

Who is coming?

He couldn't remember, and it didn't matter even if he did.

What mattered was that they had reached Terra, and the Moon. They had fought bloody battles to save a supposedly important genetic parent. He and his cousins, who had come all the way from Isstvan, had fallen one by one, their blood splattering on his beaked helmet, warm and sticky.

He and Weland were the last two to fight. They fled to the Sisyphus with the genetic sample of "The Great Mother", followed by Gastlin's pursuers.