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

The bloody mouth emitted a chewing sound, and the greenskins stuffed in were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The warlike greenskins could no longer utter the war cry of waaagh, and could only watch in horror as their bodies were swallowed up bit by bit.

This was the first time Kurland heard the screams of these bloodthirsty greenskins.

He never knew that greenskins could make such sounds.

Such screams made Kurland feel a little relieved, but the process of devouring flesh and blood made him a little creepy.

He saw with his own eyes that after the flesh and blood of these orcs were devoured, the tail flames from the tail of the spacecraft suddenly became larger. This change made him think of only one thing -

Demon Engine.

It was a crazy creation that bound demons to machines. The combination of demons and machines made those half-mechanical, half-demon vehicles no longer need ordinary fuel. Only blood and soul could drive these chaotic dark creations.

Although Kurland did not feel the breath of death and hatred from these machines that the demon engines should have, this operating principle did not seem right no matter how he looked at it.

He wanted to ask, but the people here were all veterans of the Imperial Fists. Their ability to save him and bring them aboard was already a favor that had saved the entire Imperial Fists, so he wasn't sure if he should ask.

The Legion has no secrets.

This is a lie.

Having reached the position of Second Captain of the Imperial Fists, Kurland naturally knew that the legion couldn't be without its own little secrets. Even if he was curious about some things, he couldn't ask them out loud. Especially since these people were his seniors.

What if one of my questions reveals the little secrets that the old veterans brought with them from the Legion era?

After all, this is still an internal problem of the Imperial Fists. It's best to bring this matter to the designated area for repairs and then investigate it secretly...

But what embarrassed Kurland was that no one had paid any attention to them since they boarded the ship. He could only stand awkwardly in the corridor at the entrance of the cabin with the remaining Imperial Fists warriors, watching the Felyns around them coming and going.

He didn't know that Armidale and the others had been avoiding further contact with them because they couldn't pretend any longer.

Fortunately, their predicament wasn't completely unnoticed. For example, the enthusiastic Mechanical Sage Leon, who had been missing since boarding the ship, "happened" to be passing by.

"Why are you still here?" Li Ang asked curiously, "Why don't you go to the preparation room?"

Kurland was stunned: "Can we go directly to the preparation room?"

"We're all brothers in the Imperial Fists, so why not? Oh, you don't know the way to the maintenance room, right? I'll show you there. This ship is small, and you'll remember it after walking around once."

Leon waved his hand to indicate that Kurland didn't need to thank him. He led the way at first, but soon slowed down and walked side by side with Kurland. Looking at Kurland who was still a little uneasy, he smiled and asked:

"What do you think of this ship?"

"Uh..." Kurland didn't expect Leon to bring up this topic. "I think this ship looks a bit too unconventional."

The Space Marine's mind told him whether he should avoid talking about something, but the stubbornness inherited from his Dorne ancestors made it impossible for him to express it in a tactful way once he mentioned it:

"With all due respect, that engine that can function by consuming the flesh and blood of greenskins looks like a demonic engine to me. Why would an Imperial Fists warship use such heretical technology?"

"You're right, because this is a ship originally occupied by demons." Leon admitted frankly.

"A ship occupied by demons? I don't understand..."

"It's not difficult to understand, Captain Kurland."

Leon stared at him. "I don't want to describe Cthunia's cruelty, but the fact is that we were surrounded by the Sons of Horus with three times more warships than us. We could only wage a desperate defense on the ground, attacked from both sides. And all this was done to prevent Cthunia, as the homeworld of the traitor Horus, from continuously providing new recruits for his legions."

"Lord Evander has entrusted our company with delivering the secrets of the battle in Cthonia to Lord Dorne, but we no longer have any flying ships."

"We only managed to seize a small vessel from the Sons of Horus, its Machine Soul tainted by Chaos, and then hastily sailed deep into the chaotic Warp Storm... But don't worry, I have presided over the purification ritual of the ship. Now you can just treat that engine as a biomass-powered engine."

The highest level of lies is half truth and half lie.

The first half of Leon's story wasn't a lie, and Kurland, who had a passing knowledge of the truth about Cthonia, naturally believed the second half. He nodded gravely, as if sensing the weight of history even from Leon's understatement.

Leon led this team of Imperial Fists through the ship. Thanks to the small size of the spaceship, it didn't take them long to reach the preparation room at the stern.

Li Ang opened the door to the preparation room. "There's not much room on this ship. I hope you don't mind squeezing in with your 'brothers'. I'll come and check on your bodies and weapons later. For now, you can just rest here."

"Once we've rested, we'll go find Lord Dorn. Our orders are to deliver the intelligence and rest on the spot before participating in the defense of Terra. Perhaps we can become comrades in the future. Before that, you should get acquainted with the people in our company in the preparation room."

Kurland agreed, but when the door of the maintenance room was fully opened, he was deeply shocked when he saw the situation inside.

What he saw was a group of Space Marines with missing limbs. Unlike the ten elite warriors who rescued them on the surface of Diamond Star, these warriors were not wearing armor, and many disabled warriors only had simple prosthetic limbs.

Although none of them appeared to be in danger of death, most of them were clearly unable to fight.

But they simply huddled silently in the preparation room, assisting and manufacturing parts to the best of their ability with the help of Felyne. The Imperial Fists flag that Leon had previously held was now protected by these wounded soldiers, looking as pristine as new.

Thinking of how his company's flag had been thrown away somewhere in the previous chaos, Kurland felt like there was something stuck in his throat.

There was no doubt that the silent wounded soldiers were all tough sons of Dorne, just like himself.

Kurland knew that a company during the Great Crusade, like a warband today, numbered a thousand men. But a quick glance revealed that the preparation room and the ten-man squad that had just taken action totaled no more than a hundred men.

A company of a thousand men, trying to pass on intelligence, had only one in ten survive the breakout. Even so, they didn't try their best to protect their proud company flag...

Kurland felt deeply that he had no right to doubt these veterans who had sacrificed their all during the Siege of Terra. At this moment, he put aside all his doubts about these warriors.

He turned around, grabbed Li Ang who was about to leave, and said to him with difficulty:

"I know this may be difficult to understand, but Sage Leon, I must tell you... the War for Terra has been over for a full thousand years."

Hearing this, Li Ang's face showed a look of shock at the right time.

He turned around, grabbed Kurland, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What did you say? A thousand years!"

Testimonials

This isn’t my first time writing a book, nor is it my first time putting it on shelves. Looking back, it feels like a lifetime ago.

After all, it’s been almost eight years since I last wrote a novel.

24 was a year of many setbacks for me, but it also gave me a rare period of leisure. I personally didn't want to become decadent, but I didn't know what else to do.

Then an old friend suggested to me, "Didn't you write novels before? Why not pick it up and continue writing?"

This is indeed a good idea - but considering that my writing skills have deteriorated seriously and my writing is difficult and obscure, this idea is not so good.

Fortunately, my friend is very enthusiastic. She took the initiative to review the manuscript for me, and after the book was published, she helped me ask several bigwigs for chapter recommendations. She is still responsible for polishing the book.

It can be said that without this friend, there would be no book. I would like to thank her here.

Secondly, let’s talk about the creative ideas behind this book.

The initial inspiration for this book came from a video I saw on Bilibili, which turned Griffith, the protagonist of "Berserk", into the champion of the "Eagle's Band".

At the time, I was watching "Is This Still Warhammer" and "No One Knows Loyalty Better Than Me" next door.

At the time, I thought, if I took some of the characteristics of other works and created some warbands in Warhammer, would it be a very interesting meme novel?

Then I found that I couldn’t write a meme?

Playing with memes requires talent. After realizing that I didn't have the talent for it, I chose the oil man as the protagonist, put the Nie Ta Zhan Tuan in the secondary position, and made major changes to the overall idea and the draft.

To be honest, I don't think it's bad after the revision, but since the previous part was essentially written under another creative idea, its length is a bit too large.

For those who want to see more of the Warhammer plot, it definitely feels a bit like selling dog meat under the guise of selling mutton.

There's nothing wrong with the idea of ​​creating a warband, but the focus needs to be reduced. The core should still be on the protagonist's adventure, which is what I'm going to do next.

The current plot has entered the Beast War, but GW's original Beast War was actually a mess, so I plan to use the protagonist as a guide and fill in more details of the entire Beast War.

This will be the focus for a long time to come.

As for the plot after that, to be honest, it will definitely depend on the results. If the results are not good, I will end the book after the Beast War.

If the results are good, I will probably continue writing until the 35K Age of Apostasy, and finally finish it at the 40K stage.

So I would like to ask everyone here to try to give me a first order tomorrow. After all, the performance is indeed related to the confidence in whether I can continue writing.

Finally, I would like to thank the editor Suanrong for giving me a good recommendation, and thank the author of "The Bizarre Adventure of Cloud Hammer" and "P Club Player, But in Warhammer" who gave me chapter recommendations before.

Thank you to everyone who reads here

Created a book club group, group number: 1020679062

If you are interested, you can come and play

Chapter 49: The Fall of the Empire

The regimental flag was sewn by Li Ang earlier, and the wounded soldiers were gathered together urgently after returning to the ship.

But it doesn’t matter, anything can be fake, as long as the trust earned is real.

Leon, along with Kurland, who now fully trusted them, 'urgently' summoned all company commanders to the bridge.

On the bridge, Kurland himself told everyone the 'bad news' that had happened a thousand years earlier.

Although the warriors' faces remained expressionless, Kurland was still able to keenly detect their 'shock' from the slight twitching of their cheek muscles.

But no one among them spoke, and the atmosphere became awkward in the silence after Kurland finished his story.

Leon pulled him aside and said, "Forgive me. You know that the sons of Dorne will gradually close their hearts in a long battle, becoming as stubborn as stone. They will become silent in anything except fighting... They have experienced too many wars."

Kurland nodded in understanding.

He was also a son of Dorne, and naturally had a lot of understanding of the character flaws brought about by Dorne blood, so he did not have any doubts about this group of taciturn warriors.

But this is exactly what Leon needs, otherwise, as soon as these people open their mouths, Kurland will find out that they are not shocked but can't hold it back.

"I am a sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus, but I am also the commander of this breakout operation. Lord Evander, the castle lord, has personally entrusted me with the external affairs of this unit. So, Captain Kurland, all you need to do now is tell me the situation."

Leon called up the data panel on the bridge. The Hunter, which had been circling Diamond Star, displayed its rough scan results of Diamond Star's surface on the data panel.

The above shows that these green-skinned orcs, who are caught in a civil war due to the lack of external enemies, are rapidly climbing the technology tree in the civil war. They may only have less than a month left to build a spacecraft capable of space travel.

"We already know that the Siege of Terra was won a thousand years ago, but this information does not solve the problems we face today. Let us discuss the affairs of the greenskins, Captain Kurland."

Leon suppressed the reports that had been clearly displayed in front of everyone: "No matter how many years have passed... at least I am sure that we must be heading towards Terra. I believe this should be the Solar Segmentum, and not far from Terra. But why do we also see the rampage of the greenskins in this sacred star field?"

"I don't know either. In fact, the order our regiment received was to go to Diamond Star and wipe out a type of alien called Chrome Beast."

Kurland's face darkened, clearly lost in the painful memories he had experienced before:

"But these greenskins suddenly appeared in the sky above Diamond Star, driving a huge satellite! They used gravity weapons to destroy Diamond Star's surface, and the Imperial Fists, who were fully deployed on the ground, had no power to fight back. We suffered a devastating blow in an instant, and that's all I know!"

Armidale asked, "The entire Imperial Fist?"

Chosen by the crowd to discuss the matter, he tried his best to sound more shocked. Following Leon's pre-arranged script, he pressed the issue, "Are you saying that the Imperial Fists, numbering 100,000 men, including the troops and fleet, were annihilated on Diamond Planet?"

"No, Lord Armidale."

Kurland was full of respect for the Imperial Fist's company champion, but this topic clearly touched a sore spot for him.

"It's all that ambitious Guilliman's fault. Now all the legions have been torn apart. The Imperial Fists have become a small chapter of only a thousand men. An entire chapter only has the strength of an ordinary company under a Grand Company in the previous legion!"

His face was filled with rage, and he slammed his fist on the table fiercely. "Our Primarch has disappeared, and the Legion has been dismantled. The High Lords who dominate the current political situation in the Imperium do not even allow us to have a conventional fleet or mortal auxiliaries. All heavy firepower has been cut!"

"Even in this situation, they still asked the Imperial Fists to come and wipe out the over 80 billion Chrome Beast Aliens on Diamond Star!"

"With only a thousand men left, the Imperial Fists must go all out to complete this mission of exterminating the aliens. We were all deployed to Diamond Star, and then the greenskins appeared from the sky. Lacking brothers and fleets, we were unable to launch any counterattack!"

"The fundamental cause of the Imperial Fists' destruction lies with Guilliman and his Codex Astartes, which split all the Legions apart! Secondly, it's the High Lords who allowed the Imperial Fists to advance deep into Diamond Star alone!"

"Those High Lords are the scum of the Empire! They call themselves High Lords simply because they've achieved temporary victory in the mortal struggle for power. They've spent hundreds of years in the highest leadership positions of the Empire, yet all they've learned is how to eat with a knife and fork!"

Kurland took off his helmet, his face turned red and even his hands began to tremble.

"From the very beginning, the Imperial Fists were betrayed and deceived by the High Lords. This is a great betrayal of the Imperium and the Emperor! How can we fight under such circumstances? It is over. The Imperial Fists are utterly destroyed. But if the High Lords think that the Imperial Fists will fall, they are gravely mistaken!"

"I will destroy these green-skinned aliens, and then go find those high lords and hold them accountable one by one! If I can't do that, I would rather have a bullet shot through my head!"

Armidale and the other warriors looked at each other.

If they put themselves in his shoes, if they had to watch an entire regiment of brothers die in front of them, they would be as angry as Kurland is now, but upon closer inspection, these remarks of his were almost like rebellion.

The soldiers of the Second Legion did not have much affection for the current Empire, and these remarks themselves would not put any pressure on them.

But they were not familiar with the current environment. Their every word and action was guided by Leon, so they didn't know how to deal with Kurland's shocking remarks.

Especially when Kurland placed his expectant eyes on Amidel, Amidel's pressure doubled.

"I believe that the great Imperial Fists ancestors will lead us to accomplish this, right, Lord Armidale?"

Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Armidale.

Armidale opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

The other party's words clearly implied a relinquishment of leadership of the Imperial Fists, but...