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

PS3: However, the plot seems to have another twist. For example, now the plot has reached the point where the Super Balloon Commander has died. Let's wait and see.

Chapter 256: A curator of a small museum passing by.

The Undead Army went deep into the underground factory and was unsurprisingly attacked by the Eldar.

This factory has extraordinary value, and no matter what Leon said, he would never blow it into pieces like he did to the settlement above.

The lack of lighting underground was a perfect place for these Eldar warriors who specialized in concealment and hand-to-hand combat, making it difficult for the Undead Army to form effective coordination here. Even with the protection of power armor and data links, their casualties skyrocketed.

Those Eldar who attacked by surprise were also difficult to catch. By forcibly killing the data artisans who served as the data link terminals, they brought the battle losses closer to the exchange ratio usually seen in wars between humans and Eldar, and barely regained the pride that should have belonged to them.

The priests certainly didn't care about the casualties of ordinary people, or even their own casualties. They just urged the troops to advance as quickly as possible, eager to taste the sweetness of technology.

But Leon resisted their impulse.

They had advanced to where the motionless Eldar warrior lay. Leon realized that he was immobile because he was imprisoned by a field of stasis.

The slender figure maintained a charging posture, chain sword raised high, and the eyes behind the mask were widened with fear, like prey that found itself in a trap.

The eerie green glow of the stasis field froze the scene, making the Eldar look like an insect trapped in amber.

This scene obviously happened so suddenly that the Eldar had no time to react. They didn't even dare to rescue their companion and hurriedly evacuated.

The Eldar value agility and change, and their weapons are mostly a combination of psychic energy and physicality; while the human empire's stasis technology is as heavy as a coffin, requiring an entire vehicle-sized device to maintain.

This move obviously does not come from either of these two.

"Scan the energy signature of this force field."

He gave orders to the other priests.

The priests set to work, but the more they scanned, the more alarmed they became.

"The energy readings of this stasis field don't match anything we know of. They're not human, or even the product of any known xenomorph!"

The priests were shocked by the unfamiliar presentation of familiar things, which shocked them more than the entire industrial complex below.

After hearing their report, Li Ang already had the answer in his mind.

Necron.

"It seems our Eldar friends have messed with something they shouldn't have."

In terms of technology, they are the undisputed experts in the universe. At the same time, they are also the main targets of the Empire.

Later, when Huangquan No. 8 realized they couldn't understand the Eldar's psionic-powered gadgets, they shifted their focus to Necron technology. The most common alien weapon among the Deathwatch, another major user of alien technology, was the Necron phase sword.

Compared to the unpredictable elves, these guys who sleep in the cemetery every day are all honest people.

They buried their homes underground on some unknown planet and waited for someone lucky enough to dig them up. Even their main naval forces were not placed together with the tomb world.

Shouldn't we catch this and grab it?

But this is 32K, and the priests' expressions of shock and confusion are enough to illustrate the current popularity of the Necrons.

The large-scale awakening of the Necrons occurred in the 40K era, and the few small dynasties that revived early were simply eliminated as ordinary aliens during the Great Crusade.

Leon had previously driven his ship across the universe but hadn't found any traces of the Necrons. These creatures, who were said to have hidden their own crypts in another dimension, weren't something you could just stumble upon by luck.

It can only be said that his luck is really good now. Not only did he encounter human ruins and bean sprouts that deserved to be beaten, but also the elusive Necrons.

The three overlords of the universe sat at a table on this planet with the soul of the world, and it was a gathering of heroes.

I don’t know why the Necrons came here to compete with me for the custody of these bean sprouts?

Leon knew that the Necrons were a bigger problem than the Eldar. He didn't rush forward, but instead asked his men to proceed steadily and first control the entrances and exits of the underground ruins.

Then he called the hunters.

There shouldn't be a tomb world under a planet with a world soul. Leon didn't know about space and the Eldar, so of course he had to leave it to professionals to deal with.

"Our long-term goal is to get to that central control tower and see what we can get out of it."

Leon instructed the arriving Astartes, "But first, we must eliminate all threats within these ruins and investigate any traces of the Necrons. Sharokin, I believe this is where you excel."

Sharokin, who came with Amidel, nodded slightly.

No matter what the purpose of the elves is, Leon has to tell them that no one here will be Douya's prey.

These elves who think they are hunters are trapped in a jar.

-

Unlike what Leon had imagined, the Necrons at least had a complete army here. An unknown museum curator was very distressed.

Although he seemed to be able to handle the Eldar's pursuit with ease, only he knew -

He is trapped here.

As a lone artist roaming the universe, engrossed in his marvelous museum career, a veteran artist with high moral and artistic standards, a temporary custodian of ownerless objects, and a faithful recorder of cosmic history, Trazyn devoted himself to his voluntary work of cultural relic preservation, giving his all.

Unfortunately, the various races in the universe cannot fully understand his great contribution.

The worst part is that his own kind can't understand it either.

Trazyn glanced around, where his hired Death Mark snipers should have been standing.

Those loyal (at least until they get paid) bodyguards allow him to concentrate on collecting artifacts without worrying about being interrupted by rude Eldar.

But they are gone, having been confiscated by the Undead Dynasty they came from.

"Because I was a little overdue in my salary..."

Trazyn sighed, "This amount of time isn't even a punctuation mark in the 13.8 billion years of galactic history!"

He turned on his projection, and the first message that popped up was a notice from a certain Necron Dynasty terminating the Death Mark Force's service agreement. They also warned Trazyn that they must settle their debt as soon as possible, and even included a three-thousand-year interest calculation table.

Trazyn turned off the projection, and a (theoretically impossible) depressed expression appeared on his metal face.

He knew he had acted a little boldly this time, but he didn't think it was particularly bold.

Didn't he just use the stolen body of a Necron Lord and bring hired Death Marks to break into a small Eldar Ark, causing irreparable injuries to some Necron snipers in order to snatch the Soul Stone?

As for terminating their employment and settling debts?

Isn’t this too hasty?

His compatriots will never understand how noble a cause it is to preserve the cultural flame of universal civilization.

He was the soul stone of the Eldar that they regarded as "waste", but in his eyes it was a living archive recording certain battles in the Great Crusade!

Being able to obtain these things requires understanding even if the loss is a bit greater.

At least it’s not his own thing that was lost.

As a master of borrowing and lending, Trazyn didn't even need to use his own body when he went out to do something shady. Even the body he was using now was just one he had taken over, so strictly speaking, losing it wasn't a big deal.

But the galaxy is too big, and the number of clones he can control is not that many in the entire galaxy, and he only has this one movable body in the Taiping Star Region.

There were so many exquisite artifacts in this universe that he wanted to visit, catalog, and "borrow." Losing such an avatar meant it would take him another decade or so to reach the Taiping Star Region again.

He felt sad when he thought that during this period of time he could not extend his little iron hands to those things that did not belong to him yet.

He would never allow this to happen!

…but the situation was certainly not favorable for him.

He had provoked a small Ark. Although small, they had close ties with the well-known large Ark Samhan, which had been active in the Taiping Star Region for many years, so there was no shortage of ways to train a tribe's warriors.

The Eldar who pursued him had few advanced weapons or techniques, but they relied on numbers to repeatedly attrition their enemies. Alone, Trazyn could only use dimensional mazes that could trap people forever and stasis fields to deal with the enemy.

But both of these are big energy consumers.

Looking at the 12% energy reserve left, even he could only sigh.

"I have to find some new way to break the deadlock..."

Just as he was looking for a way, the unusual movements of the elves attracted his attention.

These bean sprouts had inexplicably transferred a lot of people, and then fled here in a panic. Their actions didn't seem like they were chasing me, but rather like they were making a final desperate stand here.

This situation intrigued Trazyn, and he soon found out the answer.

"Humanity?"

Trazyn has a lot of good feelings towards humans.

As a student of history, Trazyn has studied human beings in depth and is deeply fascinated by them.

In his view, the short-lived and fragile human race has not only become the dominant species in the galaxy like the ancient Necrontyr, but has also gone a step further and created its own vibrant racial culture. It is precisely because of their existence that the galaxy is so interesting.

Especially their leader called the Emperor. The sight of him sitting on the Golden Throne is a must-try for any artistic guy in this galaxy. Throughout the entire galaxy, it is difficult to find anything more tragic than him!

"Ah, let me think, how can these humans become my helpers?"

Trazyn thought about it and soon came to a conclusion.

This group of humans had already been engaged in a firefight with the Eldar, but after entering the underground they could not find any trace of the Eldar. He should give these humans some clues so that they could attack the Eldar.

That's right, that's what he should do!

Satisfied with his idea, he left his hiding place. He carefully observed the human deployment and found that they had sent those Space Marines to hunt down the Eldar.

Ordinary Space Marines were nothing special, but for some reason, the Astartes whose shoulder armor was decorated with the leather of unknown creatures gave him an inexplicable sense of freshness.

He was very curious about why those people gave him such a feeling. However, the most urgent task was to start from elsewhere and lead those ordinary human troops that had not yet been mobilized to where the Eldar were.

Come to think of it, these ordinary humans also have power armor?

Once I get out of this, I must find a chance to get two sets for my collection.

While planning, Trazyn, the greatest collector in the galaxy, began his plan to divert the trouble away.

-

Sadly, Trazyn wasn't the only one who felt this way.

The Eldar also had the idea of ​​leading humans to the Necrons, but they encountered difficulties in practice.

About two days passed. The Undead Army steadily expanded their area of ​​control, gradually advancing towards the control tower where the industrial cluster was located.

The Eldar wanted to harass humans during the advance of the Undead Army and win the battle.

But under Sharokin's guidance, Amidel was leading three companies of troops to capture them.

Coming from the Soul Drinkers, Lo'gosh, who had come to identify with Hunter culture from the bottom of his heart, had now been promoted to Captain, with his brother Birmingham serving as his deputy. These Astartes, who had not yet been trained on the Azure Star, were primarily responsible for providing long-range fire suppression.

There were also dragon species in this world that allowed them to supplement some materials that could be used to make ammunition. With the blessing of Mirabereas and the materials, the elves were surprised to find that these dragon-attributed bombs could actually entangle and confront their psychic energy.

They couldn't ignore such long-range attacks, but the enemy was more difficult to deal with in close combat.

Under the enemy's bombardment and the possibility of reinforcements arriving at any time, Keldos knew that he was not qualified to fight head-on.

After repeated attacks with little success, he had no choice but to lead his troops to retreat.

This abandonment prevented Keldos from noticing that Trazyn had also begun to move. He led his assault scorpion team through the collapsed pipes quickly, trying to shake off the pursuers who were following closely behind.

However, a cold light suddenly flashed in the shadow of their "friend".

Sharokin leaped down from the ventilation duct like a ghost, and aimed his two swords at the back of Keldos' neck.

The Eldar had no choice but to stop and try to stop Sharokin, but Sharokin would not fight to the bitter end if he failed to hit him.

By using his twin swords to further develop the Way of Shadow, he now has a more sophisticated grasp of Shadow Steps. The Eldar simply cannot catch this Raven Guardian who blends into the shadows.

They simply couldn't imagine when humans had warriors with such superb skills.

During the time they were delayed, Amidel led his team to attack.

Keldos was the first to confront the Chapter Master. His chainsword clashed with Amidr's katana. Amidst the sparks of the collision, the Battlemaster felt his arm go numb from the recoil.

This Monkai's strength was simply ridiculous. Every time they clashed, he felt as if he could hear his bones groaning.

He could only adjust his strategy and use his greater agility to find the opponent's weaknesses.

He did use this advantage to slash a few times when the opponent had no time to block. But what annoyed and puzzled him was that every time his attack was about to hit, a light blue energy shield would appear, eliminating his offensive.

What the hell is that? What kind of shield can even block melee attacks?

Doesn’t this go against the underlying logic of this world?

What surprised him even more was that every time the shield flickered, he could hear a cry of pain coming from somewhere, a cry that came from within his soul...

He tried a few more times before he discovered that the other party had a component similar to a shield generator.

Perhaps noticing Si Zhan's gaze, Amidel deliberately adjusted his position so that Keldos could see the entire generator.