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

This damn gravity...

Sevatar looked up at Leon: "Are you thinking about something you shouldn't be thinking about?"

Li Ang brushed off the topic lightly: "I'm just studying the construction of psychology."

"Really? Then you better guess what I'm thinking right now."

Sevatar released Otani and protected her behind him. Then he looked at Leon with a contemptuous and sharp look.

"Don't impose those crow-brood rules on the Night Haunter. We never align ourselves with the Nineteenth Legion."

"It's a pity that I don't have anyone more suitable."

Li Ang spread his hands. "Besides, the Eighth Legion no longer exists. And you disbanded it yourself, didn't you?"

Sevatar was not surprised that Leon knew this.

He had vaguely seen the arrival of Leon and his fleet in the prophecy, and knew that this fleet was his hope to lead Otani out of the warp.

The things that were entangled with his fate were never ordinary. But until he came into contact with them in person, he realized how extraordinary this sage, who had everything from Alpha to Raven Guard, was.

A sneer crossed his lips. "You know quite a bit. It seems those talented individuals around you have indeed provided you with a lot of interesting information."

Otani sensed the tension in the atmosphere and subconsciously clutched Sevatar's cloak. Sevatar patted her shoulder soothingly, his gentle gesture forming a stark contrast to his cold demeanor.

"But knowing too much is not a good thing, Sage Leon. This is the corrupt empire of the false emperor, where ignorance is truth and stupidity is bliss. And you, a follower of Om Messiah, have gathered around you so many people who are taboo to the empire. What is your ambition?"

"What if I said it was to save humanity?"

Leon replied.

Sevatar fell silent.

He carefully examined Li Ang from head to toe, inside and out, as if evaluating something.

"interesting."

He said softly, the sneer disappearing from his face.

"Now, let's restart negotiations."

Chapter 243: I am a historian, and this is history.

"In fact, I have always admired Curze. He is one of my favorite Primarchs."

Leon led Sevatar to his seat and made some important remarks right from the start.

"When he learned that the ambitious Guilliman, the secretless Lion, and the Archangel Sanctimonius, who was forced to take power by these two, had established the Second Empire together and betrayed the hope of mankind, he chose to hunt down these three traitors alone and try to strangle the Second Empire in its cradle. Although he failed, the Second Empire was forced to disband, and the three Primarchs had to return to Terra to help. Only then did they preserve the last spark of humanity in the chaos."

Leon sighed, "It can be said that without Curze, humanity would have lost its last hope to these three men. He is undoubtedly one of the greatest Primarchs."

Putting aside the tragedy caused by his actions and background, Leon really likes Koz's attitude of proving his truth through his own actions, so even his nonsense seems sincere and heartfelt.

This sincerity frightened Sevatar and made him fall into a brief confusion.

Is this, is this right?

Sevatar couldn't help but think of the time when he was knocked unconscious by Curze during the Great Rebellion and woke up half a day later.

At that time, the Eighth Legion, which he had disbanded into six large companies, was being ambushed frantically by the Dark Angels. He had just woken up and wanted to organize the retreat of the legion that had been shattered into pieces.

Unexpectedly, Koz woke up with him and insisted that he wanted to take a stroll on the Dark Angels' flagship, the Indomitable Truth.

No one could stop the stubborn Curze. Even Sevatar had to grab a fighter jet and run to the Indomitable Truth to support Curze after arranging the Legion's retreat.

Unfortunately, before he could even meet Curze, he was overwhelmed and captured by a large number of His minions.

He had never thought much about this before, but now that Li Ang mentioned it, he realized that something was wrong.

The Dark Angels are indeed very suspicious. There are so many inexplicable villains on their ship. Isn't this definitely raising aliens?

Leon at least had only one bean sprout under his control, while the Dark Angels had a whole bunch of them. This sage was indeed a heretic, but compared to this, weren't the Dark Angels even more rebellious?

Could it be that, as Leon said, Curze had seen some possibility through prophecy, and that was why he insisted on boarding the Indomitable Truth and personally killed this possibility?

The more Sevatar thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

He had believed that Curze was simply trapped by the prophecy, unable to escape it, and he had resented the Emperor for exposing Curze to things too early and for ultimately destroying the Night Haunter he revered.

On the Indomitable Truth, he opened up his heart through communication with Ultrani, liberating his suppressed psychic energy and emotions, emerging from his previous mild autism and regaining his empathy. He realized that what he truly wanted to do was to punch Chaos and kick the Emperor, bringing a brand new future to humanity with punishment and justice.

He had thought that what he had realized was something that had long been forgotten by Coze, but he had never imagined that Coze might have already rediscovered this possibility before him.

Sevatar couldn't help but scrutinize Leon. This time, he was genuinely surprised.

Could it be that the person in front of me knows Koz better than myself?

Leon smiled slightly, knowing that Sevatar had fallen into the trap.

He unfolded the data and gave Sevatar a brief overview of the Imperium's current state: "The Primarchs have long since departed, leaving behind only a fragmented body, dismembered by the Codex Astartes. Guilliman's 'masterpiece' has broken the Astartes into scattered Chapters, while the Greenskins have begun to rise, forming a wave of Greenskins that no single Legion could possibly stop."

The data was enlarged to form a three-dimensional holographic projection, showing the star map of the empire's precarious war situation that Leon had updated before leaving Terra.

"Corax's idealism cannot save humanity. We need more practical means—iron and blood, judgment and punishment. This is precisely what the Night Lords excel at."

Sevatar has realized what Leon wants.

Otani sensed his emotional fluctuations and gently held his hand. Sevatar touched the little girl's head, a sarcastic smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

"You don't seem to respect that false emperor very much."

"I do respect him, but I don't think I'll go the same way as him when it comes to trying to save humanity."

This answer made Sevatar slightly satisfied.

Of course he knew that the Emperor was saving humanity, but he could never forgive the Emperor for forcing Curze to lead a legion to launch the Great Crusade.

Sevatar knew that the Great Crusade was beyond the capabilities of Night Haunter, who grew up alone on Nostramo. There might be other reasons for this later, but he believed that the Great Crusade was the key to destroying Curze.

He could have been the Batman of a planet or even a region, the Night Haunter who would always be revered and worshipped by Sevatar. But even such a hero ultimately died in the process of self-destruction.

Now Sevatar also wants to fight for the Judgment and the future of humanity. But first, he will never go along with the Emperor.

Nor will they go the same way as their former legion.

He stated the facts directly: "The Eighth Legion no longer exists."

"But its captain is still standing before me. With your prestige, it won't be difficult to rally his old men."

"what!"

Sevatar suddenly laughed. "What are you calling for? A bunch of murderers, scum and scum? What do you think such a mob can do? They are not the saviors you want!"

Sevatar still remembered his disappointment with Curze, his indifference to the Eighth Legion, and his destruction of Gnomestrum. But his disappointment was not a condemnation of Curze himself, but a kind of helplessness.

Just as Curze believed, the Eighth Legion was already beyond saving.

Even when Terran warriors suggested to Sevatar to restore military discipline during the Great Rebellion, Sevatar knew that the Eighth Legion had long been rotten to the core.

There was no difference between reorganizing such a legion and disbanding it directly. So he chose to disband it, so that at least this group of scum could distract the Dark Angels' attention.

The Night Lords are dead.

"Without destruction, there is no construction. It is because the Legion no longer exists that we can provide correct guidance."

Leon explained calmly: "Just as your Primarch once expected, use fear to maintain order and use punishment to bring justice."

"Is this your goal, Sage Leon? An ambitious person who negotiates with me in the name of saving humanity and tries to control an entire legion through me?"

"I simply sincerely hope that the Night Lords can return to the right path. To save humanity, we must first establish order and ensure that humanity's opponents are not humanity itself, right?"

Sevatar stopped tapping his fingers. He stared at Leon for a long time and finally shook his head.

"Interesting theory, but why should I trust a sage who would take a little girl hostage? He even has a group of detestable Eldar around him?"

Li Ang sucked his teeth.

How could a Night Lord, known for his cruelty and unscrupulousness, say such words?

Is he joking?

Putting aside the fact that he couldn't fail to see Larry's subordinate status, taking hostages should be...

Oh no.

It seems the Night Lords really do take no prisoners.

Leon had heard that Sevatar had reflected a lot and opened up his heart after being captured by the Dark Angels... But isn't this change too big?

Leon was thinking about how to explain. Otani stood up and tugged at Sevatar's hand.

"Yago, I think he's a good person. He gave me prosthetic limbs, restored my mobility, and allowed me to play like a normal person..."

"That might just be a disguise, Otani."

"But he certainly didn't treat me the way other people treated psykers. There weren't any other psykers being tortured on this ship, and I could sense they had no ill intentions."

The little girl said seriously, "Actually, I exposed myself on my own initiative, Yago. When they came to search me, I didn't hide from them."

"why?"

Sevatar interrupted her. He wasn't angry, just curious.

"Because you have to give others a chance, and you also have to give yourself a chance."

Otani raised her head and looked directly into Sevatar's eyes.

"Yago, you've done so much for me. If you still remember your dream of becoming a messenger of justice instead of an executioner, this time, let me do it..."

The laboratory fell silent in the maternal glow of Otani.

Sevatar hid his expression in the shadows, but Leon could see his hesitation.

In the end, my words weren't as effective as the little girl's?

Sevatar, I didn't expect that you, the leader of the Eighth Legion, are also the commander-in-chief.

But as long as it worked, Leon didn't care how he persuaded Sevata. He waited patiently for Sevata's response. Until Sevata raised his head, his voice returned to its usual sarcasm.

"The Night Lords do not need your charity, Sage. Even without you, we are punishment itself. But since Otani pleads for you, I will consider your offer."

"Just considering it?"

Li Ang asked.

Sevatar gave a dangerous smile: "The premise of cooperation is that you can prove whether you are as different as you appear."

It couldn't be called a partnership, but at least it was a preliminary sign of cooperation, and Li Ang was quite satisfied with it.

"So what are our Prince of Crows' plans next? Will you join us?"

"No, I have my own work to do. Once we leave the Warp, you must give me a ship. I must first witness... this Empire without a Primarch."

Having said that, he seemed to remember something and pulled out Otani and slowly pushed her to Leon.

"As the first step in our cooperation, please help me take good care of her."

Li Ang was a little surprised that he could become the person entrusted by the commander-in-chief to be his "mother", but the little girl was a little reluctant.

"Yago, I can take care of myself!"

Sevatar squatted down and gently stroked the girl's face. His movements were surprisingly gentle, forming a sharp contrast with the scarred and cold face.

"I know you can do it, little princess. But the galaxy is too dangerous. Many times, it can't be solved by just 'taking care of it'. And have you forgotten? What I'm best at is walking in the shadows. Bringing you along will only distract me."

Otani's lips trembled a few times, and finally she lowered her head and said "hmm" softly.

Sevatar turned his head. He looked directly at Leon and emphasized, "Take good care of her."

"I'll treat her like you did."

Li Ang promised.

"No, she doesn't need any princess treatment. She's a psyker, and her life is destined to be full of ups and downs. I noticed your ship doesn't even have a proper navigator. Otani has received complete psyker training. She was once the chief reserve on a Glorious Queen-class battleship. She's capable of both astropathic communications and warp navigation."

At this point, the gentleness on the Night Lord's face vanished. He curled his lips, returning to his previous cynical and sarcastic expression.

"But remember, Sage, I'm coming back for you. If I find you abusing her or forcing her to do anything beyond her capabilities when I return, our partnership will end immediately, in the most painful way."

"You can trust me. Even a certain demonic demigod in the Warp knows I never break my promise."

Sevatar gave Leon a final, deep look, then turned and walked towards the ventilation duct.

Li Ang stopped him and said, "Now that we've reached a consensus, you can move around the ship openly and honestly."

"No need."