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

"Isn't this a bit..."

Li Ang glared at the priest and said, "Do it immediately!"

Facing a notorious bandit known throughout the galaxy, Li Ang felt that he could never be too cautious.

"No wonder the Necrons' attack a few days ago seemed like a seduction... How did I run into that museum curator here?"

But it wasn't surprising if you thought about it carefully. Trazyn was one of the few Necrons who hadn't been dormant for a long time and had remained active.

If we were to talk about what kind of wild little dynasty we might encounter during the 32K period, the only well-known character we would encounter would probably be Trazyn.

Although Li Ang was even more reluctant to see him.

Who would want to meet someone who might want to make himself an exhibit every day?

However, Li Ang's idea is a bit overestimating his current popularity.

The biggest characteristic of this galaxy, which has been ravaged by the warp many times, is the slow spread of information and stagnant development.

For Trazyn, he only knew the news of the rise of beasts. He didn't know that the orcs and humans had already become a mess, and he didn't know about the terrible event of the Empire's High Lords' Council being overthrown.

His main focus now is still on the huge event that happened 1,500 years ago.

Trazyn is collecting exhibits for his "Great Expeditions of Mankind Exhibition Hall."

The soul stone on the small ark was part of the exhibition hall he envisioned, and the ruins of the human pocket empire called Gardenar, which was hostile to the empire, were also part of it.

But to be honest, the new thing aroused Trazyn's interest a little.

"When did humans achieve the level of research and development of this kind of technological equipment?"

He disassembled the power armor at hand, making amazed sounds from time to time.

The CMC power armor he wore didn't have any particularly impressive technology, but its core lay in its coordination and adaptability. It was like the product of countless trials and tribulations, repeated practice and verification.

Considering the technological advancement of the Mechanicus, which was measured in millennia, Trazyn called upon his own memory bank and was quite sure that the Empire had not developed a set of power armor specifically for mortals in the past millennium and had not devoted a large amount of its energy to the battlefield.

How come this thing seems to have appeared out of nowhere?

This unusual situation aroused Trazyn's curiosity.

After harming the Eldar, he could easily escape, leave the planet directly, and go to other places to carry out his "cultural relics protection work".

Watching the humans begin to regroup and move towards the central control tower, he still couldn't resist his curiosity.

Although his main focus was still on the Great Crusade, Trazyn didn't mind collecting a few exhibits from this era in advance for future use.

"Maybe we can collect a lot of interesting new collections..."

He rushed to the central control tower in advance and began to make plans.

As for the danger?

Feeling his identity hadn't been exposed, he was full of confidence: "Everything is going according to plan!"

Chapter 258 The Legacy of the Pocket Empire.

The undead army began to advance gradually towards the central control tower.

Trazyn's sudden arrival shattered the Eldar's resistance. The remaining Eldar warriors numbered over five hundred, but without a leader, they could only fight on their own in the underground ruins, hiding here and there. They could no longer directly confront the Astartes and the Undead Army.

This site, left behind by humans from unknown origin, was almost unobstructed for them.

Although Leon was still worried about the elusive Taraxin, the meat was already at his fingertips, and he had no reason to be afraid of the museum director.

Anyway, he was carrying shields donated by the Eldar. Many Eldar were annihilated in one fell swoop, which made Leon generously distribute these shields to every key individual.

Under the protection of the shield, even if there are a dozen Death Mark snipers with nerve crushing guns focusing fire, the person holding the shield will have enough time to react and evade.

As for the combination of using a static stance and putting the static object into a Hyperdimensional Maze Poké Ball... this thing is not invincible when there are many people.

Even if the Necrons were incredibly skilled in stasis technology, they couldn't create stasis fields out of thin air. Leon wasn't one of those Eldar who were so few in number and easily wiped out. As long as those who weren't in stasis could destroy the nearby field generators, it would be fine.

He conveyed these important tasks to his undead army and mechanical priests, and everyone began to move forward with caution.

Trazyn watched these cautious humans with interest. He realized that these people, or rather their leaders, must have some knowledge of the Necrons.

He quickly identified who that person was.

"How rare! A Mechanicus sage who hasn't transformed himself too much?"

This kind of person was already an anomaly in the Mechanicus, and what interested Trazyn even more was his appeal. He stole the Undead Army's communication channel and learned the other party's name from it.

Li Ang.

"Sage Leon."

Trazyn muttered to himself, "How did you come to know about the Necrons? How did you equip so many men in power armor and make the Astartes follow you willingly?"

Trazyn was very interested, and he was sure that his questions would be answered personally by the other party.

As long as he could capture the other person and use him as an exhibit, as the museum director he would of course have unlimited space to talk with the exhibit.

He carefully observed the actions of the Undead Army and discovered that the advancement of these humans was centered around the Mechanical Priest.

These priests searched every detail of the ruins almost devoutly. Once there was any major discovery, they would inform Leon, and Leon would go there in person to check the details.

A sage who does everything himself? Trazyn liked that.

A foolproof plan gradually took shape in his mind.

These priests were thirsty for knowledge, and these ruins contained exactly the knowledge they desired - except that the great cultural relic protectors had already taken this knowledge away as historical data.

But now, he was going to return this knowledge to the computer in the central control tower, using this knowledge as bait to lure Leon into the trap.

As the saying goes, "Catch the big fish by casting a long line." Even the usually stingy Trazyn understood this principle. As long as Leon came to personally examine the historical data in these computers, he could use the remaining energy to activate the stasis field covering the entire central control tower and then take Leon away.

He has already laid out everything, and now all he has to do is wait.

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The Undead Army squad led by Raynor established a temporary defense line outside the central control tower. The priests' servo skulls scanned back and forth in the corridor to ensure that there were no traces of Eldar or Necrons.

The entire process went extremely smoothly, even to the point of being eerie.

There were no ambushes, no traps, not even a hint of resistance.

"Something's wrong."

Raynor said to Tychus, who was now his deputy, "Our goal is clear. The enemy will not give up this place so easily."

Tychus didn't care. "Don't be too nervous, Jimmy. They might have been scared to death after seeing us coming."

Those Eldar must have come for Trazyn. Now that the Eldar themselves have suffered heavy losses, Trazyn, without any pursuers behind him, can indeed leave directly.

Renault didn't think it was that simple, but no matter what, they had to step into the door of the central control tower now.

The tower was completely silent, with only the faint hum of machinery echoing. Realizing that the tower was still functioning, the priests became excited and rushed in, discovering a large computer array with blinking lights.

"Praise the Omnissiah! The divine Machine Spirit protects this machine! It still works!"

The priests immediately gathered around the machine and began to perform a ritual in front of the calculator.

They began to "purify" the machine using the binary chants of the Mechanicum, attempting to crack its security protocols, while Trazyn, hiding in the shadows, watched the scene with amusement.

In fact, he was the one who maintained the computer, and the control of the computer had long been firmly in his hands. She was observing the actions of these priests with great interest through the computer.

"It's funny how they surrender their rationality to superstition like monkeys discovering fire."

Trazyn could watch scenes like this over and over again without getting tired of them.

He gently flipped the control interface, unlocking the "log file" he had prepared long ago. The computer screen suddenly lit up, and lines of unfamiliar text scrolled across the screen.

The priests immediately stopped chanting and came forward.

"Is this... some kind of variant human language?"

A priest said doubtfully.

"No, it's a variant of High Gothic, but with distorted grammar and vocabulary."

Another priest retorted, "We need more advanced parsing protocols."

The priests began to argue, binary curses mingling in the air. They accused each other of incompetence, and one even suggested directly dismantling the computer hardware to obtain the data.

This proposal was immediately met with strong opposition from others because "violent dismantling would cause the sacred mechanical spirit to run away from home."

To put it bluntly, it's a downtime.

Trazyn almost laughed. He found the human ignorance and stubbornness both absurd and amusing. He waited patiently until the priests finally realized they were powerless to decipher the journal.

"We must contact Lord Leon."

One of the priests finally said, "Only he can interpret this information."

This was what Trazyn was waiting for.

The news of the discovery of the mutant human language was presented to Leon, but unfortunately Leon did not recognize the characters either.

Back then, Terra could identify French, German and Slavic languages ​​that had the same origin but were completely unrelated under the Indo-European language family. Leon thought it was normal that he couldn't recognize them.

Normally, at this point, one should collect all commonly used characters, compare them with the current language, and try to decipher them. However, Li Ang did not rush to investigate in person.

He cut out a portion of the log and sent it to people far away in the camp, asking them if they had seen similar text.

Li Ang originally wanted to see if those gravediggers from Huangquan No. 8 knew about it, but unexpectedly, he got a reply from Cooper.

For the purpose of training, Leon did not let the Pilots join in this battle. Unexpectedly, they helped and provided clues despite their absence.

"I've seen similar text in the Iron Hands History Hall in Medusa. Lord Leon, where did you find this?"

Every chapter has an exhibition hall that records the chapter's past glory, so that the chapter's history and will can be passed down to future generations. Even the Iron Hands, who advocate simplicity and efficiency, are no exception.

According to Cooper's recollection, similar text appeared in Iron Hands during a campaign against a human pocket empire during the Great Crusade.

The aerospace technology of that pocket empire is still at a relatively early stage, but its industrial level is extremely strong, and all habitable places in the entire galaxy have completed full-system industrialization.

Although it encompasses only one galaxy, it can support a population larger than that of the Solar System. Its civilization is also extremely adept at genetic and bio-mechanical modification, capable of dually enhancing every soldier through both genetic and mechanical enhancements.

In this respect alone, this pocket empire far surpasses the current Mechanicus. The Mechanicus' bio-modification technology, constrained by cost and compatibility, has so far prevented widespread adoption. Only the wetware Skitarii, the Sages themselves, and the Imperial nobles willing to pay a large sum for the modifications, can enjoy this "glory."

The campaign against that pocket empire was initiated by the Primarch of the Iron Hands, Fenus.

"Gardinal?"

Li Ang confirmed.

"Yes, Primarch Fenus presided over that battle. He once saw it as an opportunity to win the position of Warmaster, but ultimately suffered a moderate defeat on Gardenar. Although the Iron Hands ultimately triumphed, the battle cost him the chance to run for the position of Warmaster."

Cooper sighed, "If it had been Fenuth who became the Warmaster, would everything have been different?"

Li Ang didn't answer. He didn't really want to say that some things were destined.

It was a good thing that Fenus turned away early, otherwise when he saw a wolf-herding god stroking his ring and muttering about the first return in thirty years, he would probably start to be glad that he didn't become a warmaster.

Li Ang was still puzzled: "Gardinal shouldn't be in this star field, so why would they have ruins here?"

"I don't know either, but I can provide you with the information and you can confirm it yourself."

The advantage of the Iron Hands having many mechanical implants is that they don't have to rely on vague memories. Cooper quickly retrieved the relevant text information from his built-in record library and handed it to Leon for comparison.

With the help of the texts whose partial meanings were already known, Li Ang quickly interpreted the information.

The first sentence of this record amazed Li Ang.

"This is the final record of Gardenar's exiled fleet. If anyone discovers this data in the future, please remember—we once existed."

Wow, a fugitive fleet, huh? Trisolaran is actually an empire?

Li Ang continued reading the records.

"Our home system fell to the Iron Hands. The legions of Fenus Manus destroyed our orbital defenses and burned our cities. Though our warriors forged a line of flesh and steel, all resistance seemed futile against the Astartes' onslaught.

Less than a million people were willing to flee with us and continue our civilization. We took away everything we could. Although this was still insignificant compared to the treasures of our entire civilization, as long as we could survive, there was hope.

But despair soon followed. Without faster-than-light technology, the voyage became long and painful, fuel and supplies dwindling. The ship's ecological system began to collapse, forcing us to enter cryogenic hibernation, leaving our fate to the hands of the automated navigation system.

127 years later, we, one of the few remaining humans, have finally found a habitable planet. It's fertile, temperate, and free of lethal radiation or extreme weather. We consider it a gift from heaven.

We were wrong.

Soon after the first settlements were established, those pointy-eared aliens appeared. They called this place 'Etherland,' their virgin world. We tried to negotiate, even offered compromise, just a place to live. But they offered nothing in return, only slaughter.

We finally realized that in front of these aliens, the Empire that wanted to annex us also seemed amiable. At least the Empire was willing to negotiate with us, while the aliens would only bring destruction.

The last line of defense is about to collapse. I am uploading this record to the central database, hoping that at least our history will not be completely obliterated. If the next comers are humans... please be careful of your hearts. If they are aliens... then, may you also one day taste the bitterness of extinction.