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

It would be better to just destroy it.

First, destroy its altar to weaken its power. Then, wipe out the remaining wild elves, and finally, completely destroy the ecosystem it relies on...

Leon pondered until something in his arms began to glow.

Leon looked down and found that it was Victor's soul stone.

To be precise, it was Vashtor who had been silent for a long time.

This demigod of the Warp and Lord of Ten Thousand Furnaces, who had been silent since the Battle of the Moon, finally took the initiative to show his presence in front of the two sides again.

"Hey, isn't this our Master of Ten Thousand Furnaces?"

Li Ang shook the glowing soul stone. "Why, is it the smell of meat that makes you unable to sit still again this time?"

"Don't say that. I'm just offering help to an old friend I once traded with."

Vashtol said righteously, "You are in trouble, aren't you?"

The time he spent in the Warp was enough for him to completely digest the fragments of Vaul's essence, allowing his essence to take a step further in forging.

Of course, common sense says that he should first pollute the essence of the subspace, making it chaotic and disordered, and then completely devour it.

But a mysterious premonition allowed him to preserve the essential order of the subspace.

After swallowing this essence, the feeling that was completely different from his previous bottom-line feeling made him feel like he was reborn.

The initial investment made in him by Tzeentch and Slaanesh stripped him of his morals, driving him to the darkest extremes. After receiving the fragment of Vaal, he knew for the first time that there was a different way to do things.

Of course, a change in thinking doesn't mean technological advancement. He still has the same methods as the Demon Engine.

"Psionics is my specialty. I can help you imprison it, just like building a demon engine... and use it for your own benefit."

He further beguiled, "Think about it. How much convenience can a bound world soul provide you? It can isolate you from the prying eyes of the warp, stabilize your psychic field, and even... become the cornerstone of your journey to a higher level."

Is it still possible to do this?

Things in the Warhammer may indeed need to be dealt with using methods in the Warhammer, but Leon still remembers what Vashtor took away last time.

"What's the price? You took the fragment of Val last time."

"A production line."

Vashtol made no secret of his greedy virtue, "Your production line of unique technologies."

Li Ang narrowed his eyes.

He suddenly realized something.

If everything in the real universe leaves an echo in the subspace, then what about the technologies from other universes that he brought out?

Those technologies did not exist in the Warhammer universe before, but when Leon created them, they became traceable in this galaxy.

Li Ang was not quite sure of the answer to this question, but seeing Vashtor's drooling look, Li Ang knew that things must be complicated.

"I'll have to think about it..."

He said it deliberately.

This answer obviously made Vashtor anxious: "One, just one! I can even pay a deposit first!"

His performance confirmed Li Ang's guess.

Since ancient times, those who have done business with the subspace have never had a good ending.

Leon didn't want to be like the yellow-skinned guy, who had half of his body robbed and was paralyzed on the toilet. He also didn't want to be like the magical pony who played with the subspace as Pokémon and ended up being captured by the bird-headed man as a spirit.

"You are so high and mighty! Do you, a demigod of the Warp, have the ability to carry my Forge World?"

He put away the Soul Stone and continued to think about the pros and cons of different approaches, ignoring Vashtor's loud objections.

However, just as Li Ang was weighing the pros and cons, he suddenly felt his thinking become slow.

A strange feeling of sluggishness came over him, and the scene in front of Leon was like a stretched film, with the movement slowing down frame by frame.

He barely raised his head and saw a metal skeleton standing at the edge of the altar, pointing the stasis field generator in his hand at him.

-

Trazyn's metal knuckles drummed excitedly on the stasis field generator, and the green light in his eye sockets flickered like a broken signal light.

He had never imagined that this operation to collect Gardenar's history would yield such an unexpected reward. The sight before him was even more wonderful than discovering an entire intact Necrontyr army.

A mechanical priest who can ignore psionic energy, an Astartes who can communicate with the world soul, and that glowing soul stone that seems to contain something good...

“What a wonderful exhibit!”

He muttered to himself with a trill of pleasure: "I'll reserve the best seats in my exhibition hall for you!"

Logically, he should have observed them for a while longer, like antiques whose value would increase over time. But these "collections" before him were clearly a different matter.

By the time they are fully grown, I am afraid that even the static stance will not be able to be contained.

"Increase the power!"

Trazyn was excitedly adjusting the generator, completely unaware that Vashtor in the Soul Stone was already fuming with anger.

A dead skeleton dares to come in front of me and steal my things?

"I don't exist, huh?!"

The Dark Creator's psychic energy suddenly erupted. Under his reckless effort, the psychic energy surging from the Soul Stone collided violently with the stasis field. The two were neutralized, canceled out, and at the same time, Trazyn's sensors sounded a frantic alarm.

"what?"

Trazyn glanced down at the energy readings—the reading had dropped to 9%.

Not good, very bad. He immediately pushed the power to the maximum, hoping to complete the containment before the energy ran out.

But his level is obviously not enough to compete with a demigod of the Warp who is willing to pay any price, not to mention that there is a person who looks like an Astartes but is actually the Soul of the World next to him.

"Oh haha."

The Necron looked down at the generator that was about to run out, then looked up at Leon, who could now move his fingers. "This is embarrassing."

The Stasis Field finally died with a whine, leaving Trazyn standing there alone, unarmed.

Leon locked onto the Great Collector of the Galaxy. Realizing his predicament, Trazyn took a step back. A (theoretically impossible) flattering smile appeared on his metal face.

"Hey, can we reconcile?"

-

As a collector dedicated to preserving the precious history of the galaxy, Trazyn always believed that he shouldered a great mission - to protect the history of the galaxy in the chaos and war.

What a noble mission! While other undead indulged in destruction or slumber, only he, the great Trazyn, was still tirelessly collecting the fragments of civilization.

Think about it, a mechanical priest who can ignore psionic energy, a greenskin who obeys human orders, an Astartes who communicates with the soul of the world, plus that mysterious glowing soul stone... Aren't these worth collecting?

He is preserving the fire for the galaxy!

As for using a stasis stance? That's just standard operating procedure for archaeologists.

Who doesn't carry a tranquilizer gun when doing archaeological excavations? What if the exhibits get tampered with?

However, reality is cruel. His "exhibits" obviously don't think so.

"Reconciliation? At this moment?"

Li Ang took a step forward and looked down at the "bandit" who had stolen from him.

"Are you kidding me?"

To be honest, he hadn't expected Trazyn to be here.

The hunters on guard outside did not issue any warning at all, which meant that Taraxin probably did not sneak in from outside, but was lying in ambush here a long time ago.

He is a Necron and was hunted by the Eldar before. Leon thinks he is unlikely to go into the Eldar's territory.

Who would have thought that he had been lying in ambush in the territory of the Savage Spirit Clan for a long time, and he was almost taken in by the other side?

He is worthy of being the most dangerous person in the entire galaxy. I have been in the Warhammer universe for more than a hundred years, but I still almost fell into the trap of this old villain.

A long-lost rage surged in Leon's chest. He slowly raised his hand, and Mirabelles and Xieri immediately understood and approached Trazyn.

"Wait, wait! This is a misunderstanding! I'm just fulfilling my duties as a collector!"

"Duty?"

Xie Ri picked up the wrench and started smashing it, "I'll let you do your duty!"

Trazyn tried to escape, but was grabbed by Mirabelles.

Although the Necrons' bodies gave the new Necrontyrs considerable combat power, Trazyn, who always considered himself an archaeologist, had never specifically studied close combat.

When the Poké Ball is out of battery and can't release Pokémon, how can he possibly be a match for the Black Dragon and the Green-skinned Tech King?

"Be gentle! This is a custom-made body of a Undead Overlord!"

Trazyn struggled and defended himself, "I just made some small mistakes that any normal collector would make. What's wrong with me?"

"Small mistake?"

Li Ang sneered, "Evil day, take off everything that can be taken off his body!"

Xieri rushed forward excitedly, his green fingers rummaging through Trazyn's metal chest. Unfortunately, the old man was penniless, with only the standard Necron stasis field generator and phaser.

Leon realized that Trazyn might have stolen even this body, so he had nothing on him.

He stared at Trazyn, murderous intent rising. But then he realized that Necrons never truly died. Who knew the damned Collector would be resurrected from some grave, and continue to pursue him.

"never mind."

Li Ang retracted his plasma pistol and said, "Lock him up and I'll deal with him slowly when I have time."

"What? No!"

Trazyn screamed.

He had already accepted defeat, and was counting on Li Ang to kill him so he could go back and get a new body to continue wreaking havoc. But he just wanted to imprison someone?

He was suddenly in a dilemma as to whether to give up this body directly or try to make a deal with Leon to keep it.

He guessed that Leon might have seen Necrons before, but he didn't know what status a Necron who could communicate with them held among the Necrons: "I can pay the ransom! I'm a scholar, you can't treat me so rudely!"

"Towed away."

Li Ang waved his hand impatiently.

The Necrons' voices faded as Evil Sun grabbed Trazyn's metal spine and pulled him out like a sack.

Vashtor's soul stone took the opportunity to float in front of Leon, flashing red light, as if flattering.

"Look, I did well just now, didn't I? Do you want to consider..."

"Considering getting you a production line?"

"Cooperation! It's cooperation!"

Vashtor hastily corrected him, "Think about it, with my help, you can not only control the soul of the world, but also..."

"Can I still let you steal my skills?"

Li Ang sneered, "No need to talk."

The light of the soul stone suddenly dimmed: "I thought we were friends, you are so hurtful..."

Who was the last person to have a romantic relationship with a demon? Magnus? Lorca? Or Angerte?

There's no good ending anyway, even when the demon himself has no subjective ill intentions.

"Come on this."

Li Ang stuffed the soul stone back into the box and said, "I'll talk to you when I feel better."

He followed the altar out and found a webway entrance in the tribe of the Savage Eldar.

This should be how the Ark Eldar can reach this planet when the Ark is not here.

Unfortunately, the failure on this planet had already made the Ark Eldar frightened. They directly sealed the entrance to the webway from the other side, making it impossible for Leon to enter.

In fact, it wouldn’t matter even if he drove, after all, Li Ang didn’t know the way.

Maybe Larry recognized it?

But Leon didn't know if he could convince this shadow prophet to lead the way.

Exposing the webway and following the "God of Death" were two completely different things. Even if Leon thought Larriel was a bit clueless, as a human, Leon couldn't easily allow Larriel to become a "spiritual traitor" without any psychological barriers.