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

However, Leon could tell from this that Sharokin had no sense of belonging to this era. If he wanted to keep him, this would be a good angle to approach.

He first agreed with Sharokin: Indeed, it has been fifteen hundred years since the Great Rebellion.

Chapter 242 Sevatar: I had no choice before...

This number made Sharokin's body stiffen slightly.

"The Imperium triumphed in the Horus Heresy, though with heavy losses. The Emperor himself was gravely wounded, never to rise again to lead the Imperium, and even those sons who remained loyal to him departed one by one, vanishing from the Imperium."

"The Empire recovered, but was severely damaged again. Now, fifteen hundred years later, we have to face a crisis that has swept across the galaxy, caused by the greenskins."

Looking at Sharokin, who was having trouble digesting so much information, Leon spread his hands and admitted, "So you're right, you really don't belong to this era."

Sharokin didn't respond, but stood there in silence. Leon stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"But the stories of the past can be passed on and continued. Come with me."

The two walked through the dark corridor and arrived at the bridge. Horner, who had received instructions in advance, evacuated the bridge personnel and opened the sealed portholes.

Sharokin's gaze passed through the bridge, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the chaotic turbulence of the warp, a scarred warship floated quietly.

Its iconic silhouette, its bullet-riddled armor, its bow that once carried countless hopes and despairs...

Everything was still as familiar to him.

"Sisyphus..."

Sharokin's voice was almost inaudible.

"Do you think it's a coincidence? I think it's a coincidence too. You woke up here, and we happened to encounter the Sisyphus in the subspace. It's so coincidental that I wonder if this is fate."

I just don't know whether this fate is to be treacherous or to be Huang.

"What are you going to do with this ship?"

Sharokin asked.

"It's simple. Repair it. I've checked it. Although the ship is badly damaged, its most valuable keel is intact. With a little rebuilding, it can be reborn."

Leon signaled Sharokin to observe carefully, and Sharokin discovered that someone had already set up a towing rope on the Sisyphus.

"The biggest problem with this ship right now is that its warp engine is damaged, making it unable to leave the warp on its own. As long as it is incorporated into our fleet, there will be no problem. It will leave the warp with us, be given a new name, join our ranks, and welcome its new life."

Li Ang turned around and looked at Sharokin and asked, "What about you, Sharokin? What do you think?"

Sharokin's expression began to relax, but he still didn't say anything.

The Jade Disease left by the Crow King obviously could not be eliminated by Leon's few words.

But it doesn’t matter, Li Ang still has a more powerful solution.

Cooper, who remained on the Sisyphus to oversee the situation, informed them that the ship's collection was complete. Leon and Sharokin went to the hangar to greet them as they returned on the transport ship.

Sharokin was slightly surprised to see the Iron Hands coming down from the transport ship.

The Sisyphus was originally the ship of the Iron Hands, and the fact that there were descendants of the Iron Hands here made Sharokin vaguely believe in the theory of fate.

And when the Iron Hands carefully carried a stasis chamber out of the transport ship, Sharokin could hardly believe his eyes.

"Welander?!"

He quickly stepped forward and lightly touched the stasis chamber. Through the glass cover, he could see the familiar face.

Wieland's expression was frozen in the pain and determination of the last moment, and time stopped for him.

"He's still...alive?"

Sharokin's voice was almost pleading.

"His vital signs are still there, but they're at their limit. Once his stasis is lifted, his injuries will kill him instantly."

Li Ang explained, then changed the subject: "I can save his life."

Sharokin hesitated, then refused: "He will not accept the complete transformation of himself into a machine. They are the Iron Hands, not metal puppets."

He knew a thing or two about the Mechanicus's methods of "salvation," and he would never allow the beliefs of his brothers, who had fought alongside him, or even the entire Broken Legion, to be violated.

"In fact, I'm also trying to convey this idea to my Iron Hands."

Leon replied, and his Pilots, led by Cooper, straightened their backs. "It will take some time to research, but I do have the technology to keep him alive and well."

This technology is naturally the Belisarius Furnace.

But he was in no hurry to make it clear. Facing Sharokin's expectant eyes, he just gestured for Sharokin to look back at the Sisyphus.

"This era is indeed different from your time, Sharokin. But some things can continue forever, just like you and Weyland. As a member of the Sisyphus, you can definitely start a new chapter on behalf of those brothers who can't return."

Sharokin lowered his head, covering his thoughts with shadows.

"How is the Raven Guard now?"

he asked suddenly.

"Still on the planet Deliverance in the Storm Segmentum. Corax is long gone, but the Technicians still control it."

Li Ang replied: "If you want to go back, wait until our route passes by—"

"No need."

Sharokin interrupted him.

"I was the first person to advocate the disbanding of the Broken Legion, and Wayland also supported my opinion at the time."

He seemed to be talking to himself, "But later we still fought together. The difference in blood is far less important than the resonance of beliefs."

His eyes swept over the busy Iron Hands, their familiar liveries bringing a long-lost warmth to his chest. Finally, his gaze fell back on Weyland's stasis chamber.

"The savior planet is too far away, but the Sisyphus is very close. To me, this is the real existence."

Li Ang nodded with satisfaction.

Isn’t this done?

"Welcome to us, Sharokin."

Sharokin didn't say much, but his words and actions clearly showed that he considered himself part of the whole: "What do you need me to do? I can help hunt down the Night Lord."

"No, we just have to wait. The wisest hunters always just wait and see."

-

After a period of time, the entire transport fleet resumed normal operations.

The Sisyphus was towed forward, and it was expected that after arriving in Maximus, it would be able to carry out preliminary repairs and restore a certain level of combat effectiveness.

The voyage in the warp was also smooth. As the distance only took six weeks, they had encountered no accidents along the way except for the Sisyphus and were already quite close to Maxim.

But no crew member dared to let their guard down.

There had been injuries but no deaths, but the devastation Sevatar had caused was still fresh in everyone's memory.

Knowing that the Prince of Crows was still lurking somewhere on the ship, they were on high alert, fearing that the Night Lord would take action at any time. They stationed heavy troops in important locations such as the engine room and did not dare to relax even a little.

Amidel would patrol the ship ten times a day with Larriel and Sharokin, and he wished he could dig the entire deck three feet deep.

Leon didn't care about this. He knew that the only option for him and Sevatar was negotiation. So he stayed in his laboratory, waiting for Sevatar to come to him while having a deep conversation with Occam.

As the only Astartes who has successfully implanted the furnace, Leon, who is eager to master this technology, now has to open Occam's chest every day to observe how the organs are working.

Occam wanted to resist at first, but under Leon's coercion and inducement of reward, he lay obediently on the operating table and let Leon do whatever he wanted.

By now, he was so familiar with being cut open that he didn't even need general anesthesia, just partial anesthesia, so he could still chat with the open-hearted Li Ang.

"I didn't expect you to be able to subdue a Raven Guard. Now you keep refusing to take action against Sevatar. Are you thinking of taking Sevatar into your possession?"

He was just teasing, but unexpectedly, Leon didn't respond. This strange silence startled Ockham.

"No, you don't really think so, do you?"

"I don't think anyone would agree."

Li Ang finally replied, "But I do have something else to entrust to you."

"what's up?"

"Get me some Night Lords gene-seed. Shouldn't be hard, right? I hear it's a valuable commodity among those traitorous and renegade Chapters."

"That's true, but what do you want that for?"

"It's just adding more tactical options. Is that weird?"

Occam looked at Leon and said, "You don't seem to have any intention of taking Sevatar into your possession."

"In fact, I intend to let Sharokin lead them, if the gene-seed you find later can form at least one company."

Ockham was truly frightened. He looked at Leon again and again and confirmed:

"Are you sure you want a scion of Corax to teach the Night Lords? The two Primarchs are quite at odds."

"It's okay. They don't know who his father is anyway."

In the future, Kaul used the seeds of the fire lizard to form his own Black Mamba Legion, Mars also had the Iron Confessors composed of the seeds of the Iron Hand as private soldiers, and the high lords had the most well-equipped Minotaur Legion as thugs - these legions were much more closely connected to them than their genetic father.

If they can do it, why can't I, Li Ang, do it?

After thinking about it carefully, Ockham found that it made some sense and was speechless for a moment.

"I'll keep an eye out for you if there's an opportunity to hijack the seed ship."

Li Ang nodded with satisfaction, then gave instructions to the little girl beside him.

"Otani, help me get the hemostat."

The little girl obediently brought Li Ang what he needed.

Leon didn't need a dedicated assistant, but he was willing to give Otani more room to move around.

This psychic, who had been abused by the Dark Angels, had previously lost her ability to move due to the abuse. Since psychics only require psychic energy to function, breaking her legs would effectively prevent her from escaping due to the brutal psychic training she endured.

Leon, who had no fear of psychics themselves, didn't care about this. He even gave the little girl a prosthetic limb to restore her mobility.

The little girl didn't say anything, but Leon could clearly feel that her attitude became intimate.

With the hemostatic forceps in hand, Li Ang completed the operation in no time.

"That's about it for today. Take a good rest and come back tomorrow to continue my research."

The chest was sewn up, and the regenerative and coagulation organs, which had been overloaded for days, began to function reluctantly.

"I actually think that the fact that I've been with you for so long is more than what you can pay me."

Occam complained, he stood up and put on his power armor, and was slightly stunned when he put on the helmet.

He turned to face Li Ang and reminded him meaningfully: "Someone is coming."

Leon nodded and signaled Occam to leave first.

"Can you handle this?"

Ockham was a little worried.

"Just wait and see. This depends on my, Leon's, rhetoric."

Only when Occam was completely away from here did the uninvited visitor reveal his true identity.

"I really don't like the plan you mentioned."

"But you didn't like the old Night Lords either, did you? And..."

Looking at Sevatar hanging upside down at the mouth of the ventilation duct, Leon sighed.

"Also, have you ever considered coming in through the main entrance?"

Sevatar didn't answer, but landed from the well. Otani saw him coming, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Yago!"

She ran towards Sevatar, and Sevatar carefully held her in his arms like a treasure.

As the saying goes, even a hero cannot resist the temptation of a beautiful woman. Even the Captain of the Night Lords, the ruthless Prince of Crows, could not resist the embrace of a beautiful woman.

Is a loli considered a beauty?

Li Ang had to consider whether this preference came from their missing childhood.