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

The Scarlet King Magnus's flagship, the Radiance, stood between them and their pursuers, giving them a chance to escape. But he was still badly wounded, and then...

Then?

Here his memory was interrupted and Sharokin could no longer recall anything.

Did they succeed? Did they save the Great Mother? Did Welander survive? What happened to Garuda, who had always been by his side?

It was not until the end that Sharokin remembered a more important issue.

Is he... still alive?

Endless darkness enveloped him, heavy and suffocating. He tried to move his limbs, but found that his body seemed bound by invisible chains, unable to lift even a finger.

He didn't know if he was still alive. Perhaps this was just the eternal silence brought by death?

He didn't know what to do, but a strange pulling sensation tugged at his consciousness, forcing him to look up.

There, hung a cold sun.

It was not a star, nor was it anything he could understand. Just looking at it made Sharokin feel a sting.

He subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but a cold and majestic voice pierced directly into his mind.

"Sharojin, open your eyes."

Sharokin struggled and barely opened his eyelids.

In the blurred vision, the darkness gradually faded, replaced by a certain... sense of reality.

The cold touch of metal came from his fingertips, and he suddenly realized that he had regained the right to move freely.

He gasped and used all his strength to push himself up. The glass cover of the freezer had already slid open, allowing him to see the surrounding situation.

Sharokin coughed violently and looked around.

This is a laboratory, but it's not functioning properly. It's plunged into darkness, with only the emergency lights casting a faint red glow.

He looked down at himself.

The scars are gone.

It was unknown when the fatal wounds left on the moon disappeared. Although he was still a little weak, he was indeed intact.

Did the loyalists of the Empire find the port of Samprimos and save themselves?

But why is there a power outage where I am and why is there no one there?

Sharokin couldn't figure out the situation for a while, but he was sure that a laboratory would not lose power for no reason.

Has this place been invaded too?

He suddenly stood up from the cryostat, realizing that he had to join the battle.

Fortunately, his power armor was still on. He picked up a chainsaw sword that seemed to be placed in the laboratory waiting for repair, and walked out through the gap in the laboratory's door.

He paused at the end of the corridor, for a mortal in power armor was crouching around the corner, glancing around warily.

Sharokin couldn't identify the model of the CMC power armor. He was curious about when the Solar Auxiliary Army was equipped with such weapons, but he didn't have time to think about it.

He deliberately increased his pace to announce his arrival.

"Tell me, soldier, what's going on here?"

Neos turned around "suddenly" and lowered his gun after seeing the other party's attire clearly.

"An Astartes, the stealthy kind. He turned the entire ship upside down, shutting down the power and disabling the defenses, and we couldn't even catch a glimpse of him."

"Midnight Lords."

Sharokin whispered.

Neos nodded: "You know him?"

"I've seen these cousins. Tell me his location. Although I'm not very strong, I should be able to come in handy."

"The last confirmed location was that he was moving up the deck, and his target seemed to be the laboratory here. But he moved too fast, and we—"

"enough."

Sharokin interrupted him and nodded slightly, "Thank you."

He turned and left, tracking down the Night Lords.

He soon spotted the Night Lord. The other party seemed defenseless, but Sharokin still approached with the utmost caution, looking for the right moment to strike.

It might be a good idea to start around the corner.

Raven waited patiently for the opportunity, searching for the best chance to strike with his own vision, and took action when he thought the time was most appropriate.

Unfortunately, the opponent seemed to have been on guard and blocked his attack with a combat knife.

Sparks flew, illuminating the sarcastic face opposite.

"what."

Sevatar smiled grimly, "This ship is truly... full of surprises."

Realizing that his opponent was no ordinary human, Sharokin didn't waste any words, only unleashing a continuous stream of sword energy. The sharp whistles of the blades tearing through the air echoed in the narrow corridor, and each slash was precisely aimed at the joints of Sevatar's power armor.

The sarcasm on Sevatar's face remained, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This Raven Guard's swordsmanship was far more sophisticated than he had expected.

"Interesting, what nest did you crawl out of, you crow?"

He swung his combat knife, seizing the tiny gap between Sharokin's connected moves, and used force to break Sharokin's tricks, forcing him back several steps.

This wasn't a flaw, but he still managed to seize upon it. His grasp of combat had become second nature, and his swordsmanship surpassed even those of the Emperor's Children. Even Sharokin couldn't quite keep up.

"I heard that ravens are the smartest birds."

Sevatar said frivolously, "How come you can't even find your way home?"

Sharokin remained silent, adjusting his stance and fighting again.

Sevatar realized that the other party was no match for him who could be provoked with words.

He had a higher opinion of Sharokin, but he was not one to hold back when it came to his words.

"As boring as Corax. I'll play with you later, Ravenboy."

He suddenly exerted force, swept across with a blow, forced Sharokin back, turned around and was about to merge into the shadows.

At the critical moment, Amidel finally led his team to the battlefield.

Sharokin bought them time to react, and he followed the sounds of the battle to this place. Facing Sevatar who wanted to escape, he roared angrily and slashed down with his air blade.

Sevatar simply resisted, but found that Amidel's strength was unusually high.

The opponent wasn't a psychic, but the vibrations emanating from his unusual weapon were able to counteract his psychic energy, suppressing him with this blow. Taking advantage of this gap in the attack, the warriors around Armidale stepped forward and surrounded Sevatar.

...They are stronger than I had expected.

"It's very interesting."

he whispered.

It wasn't a good idea to put himself in the Immaterial Realm any longer, and his most powerful chainsaw halberd wasn't with him. Sevatar squinted his eyes, assessing the situation, and finally picked out an Astartes wielding a giant hammer.

That was the heaviest link in the encirclement.

He transformed into the crimson lightning of the Nostramo, launching three quick strikes straight at the opponent's joints. The hammer was difficult to use in the narrow corridor, and the hunter was forced to retreat and dodge.

Sevatar seized the fleeting opportunity, flashed his body, and broke out from the gap.

"Goodbye, friends."

Armidel wanted to pursue, but Sevatar's psychic energy transformed into a black mist that entangled them, making it impossible for them to distinguish the opponent's position. Facing an opponent proficient in psychic energy, they were somewhat helpless.

At the critical moment, Sharokin's figure suddenly emerged from the shadows.

"Don't try to escape!"

The Raven Guard's unique "Shadow Step" allowed him to catch up with Sevatar like a ghost, and the two weapons clashed again.

Unfortunately, catching up doesn't mean you can beat them.

The gap in strength and weapon condition quickly became apparent. Sevatar, no longer holding back, seized the opportunity and, in just a few moves, precisely severed Sharokin's already weakened weapon.

The broken chainsaw sword fell to the ground with sparks flying. Sharokin staggered back, threw away the half-broken hilt, and still took a fighting stance.

He was no stranger to bare-knuckle combat, having experienced it on Isstvan V.

Armidale will not let the only person who can catch up with Sevatar fight with his fists.

Although he didn't know where this Astarte came from, he still took out a pair of swords and threw them at Sharokin.

"Catch it!"

Without even turning back, Sharokin reached out and steadily caught the two swords thrown to him. The moment the weapons touched his hands, a strange energy flowed through his body.

The pair of oddly shaped short blades trembled slightly in his hands as if they had life, and he vaguely felt that something in the swords was guiding him.

The unfamiliar feeling lasted only a few seconds, and Sharokin no longer hesitated.

He followed his feeling, turned his wrist, and first used his left sword to slash twice in a row to force Sevita back, and then used his right sword to spin and slash directly at the opponent's throat!

The unfamiliar move caught Sevatar off guard. Forced to defend himself, the Crow Prince narrowed his eyes, the sneer fading from his lips.

"It seems I have to show some real skills."

He closed his eyes, the cursed power of prophecy pumping through his blood, and images of the next few seconds emerged from his mind.

Without opening his eyes, he casually blocked the attack. He anticipated every strike and every change of tactics from Sharokin.

Even when Larriel suddenly emerged from the shadows and attacked, Sevatar dodged the Harlequin's fatal blow without looking back.

"Another pointy ear?"

He opened his eyes and looked at Laril, Sharokin, and the hunters who were trying to reach him in the mist created by psychic energy.

Perhaps he should have known that those who dared to touch a space hulk in the warp were not all fools. These people were all the latter, confident in their own strength.

This ship...

It's more than just interesting.

Chapter 241: Methods of Persuasion.

Larry, whose sneak attack failed, took a breath.

Having just emerged from his spiritual vision, he felt a sense of fear towards the enemy before him, but the feeling of actual combat diluted his awe.

At least his opponent was a human being, not a Warp demon in human skin like the Primarch.

Although the sneak attack was unsuccessful, he and Sharokin had already surrounded Sevatar. As long as he could provide some psychic support, he believed they could succeed.

Thinking of this, Larry felt more confident: "This road is blocked, monkey!"

Sevatar didn't even bother to sneer: "It seems you haven't seen the future."

He moved sideways to avoid the attacks launched by Sharokin and Larriel.

Larriel wanted to take advantage of the situation and pursue, but an unexpected attack stopped him.

Sharokin's two swords turned towards the clown!

Laril dodged hastily, and a corner of his gorgeous clothing was cut off. He looked at Sharokin in disbelief and screamed:

"Are you crazy?"

Sharokin persisted: "I will bring an end to the alien enemies."

The anticipated two-on-one situation suddenly turned into a three-way melee. At the critical moment, Amidel arrived and dissuaded Sharokin.

"Stop, he's a friendly!"

Sharojin's sword hung in mid-air, his beaked helmet turning slightly as he glanced back and forth between the Eldar and the Astartes of the unfamiliar Chapter.

Common sense told him that the Eldar could never be his allies, and these Astartes insignia were completely unfamiliar to him. But in the end, he slowly put away his weapon.

"It seems I slept too long."

Sharokin whispered.

Larry spat. "You better be."