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

Isaga cleverly replied, "But I believe that your heroic act of saving your brothers would please even the Emperor."

These words silenced the argument between Bosimonde and Armidale. Bosimonde snorted coldly and stood up. Lancelot tried to support him, but he pushed him away.

"You should be nicer to Brother Lancelot."

Isaga whispered, "He saved your life."

"You weren't there at all, how did you know?"

“These are conventional methods that some think tanks should have mastered.”

"Ah, abominable Warp sorcery! I suppose you also led these 'brothers' of the Imperial Fists here?"

Bosimonde said sarcastically in a distorted voice. He walked to the battle flag that Lancelot had thrown down earlier, and despite the pain, he picked up the battle flag from the ground with his dislocated hands.

He was leaning on his battle standards, and Lancelot wanted to take them from him, but he avoided him.

"You are not fit to touch it again. As a Banner-Bearer, you have sullied our Chapter's most precious honor. It is far more precious than our lives."

Lancelot stood there, embarrassed and at a loss.

The atmosphere cooled down again. Armidel narrowed his eyes and looked at the three people who were in a disagreeable mood. He made a gesture, signaling the Felyne cats who came down from the Hunter to stop collecting the bodies of the fallen Space Marines.

He values ​​honor and hates psychic powers. Armidel can guarantee that if any "alien" were to collect the corpse of the Black Templar, this Grand Marshal would definitely rush over and breathe on it immediately.

As a crucial part of the rescue operation, Armidel's assault team was fortunately guided by a psyker as they approached the Ork battleship. This Librarian, who claimed to be the Lord of the Sanctuary of the Rebuker Chapter, locked onto the Ork warlord's location, allowing Armidel, who had originally intended to drive his ship directly into the battleship, to directly confront the Ork warlord.

Although they didn't kill him directly, they easily forced a powerful enemy to retreat.

However, the Grand Marshal of the Black Templar was clearly not grateful for their rescue operation—this lack of gratitude was not directed at the rescue operation itself, but at those elements in the process that disgusted him.

Armidale thought this was a bit nitpicking.

Although Leon had warned him beforehand that the Black Templars were a group of Imperial Fists that worshipped the Emperor as a god, now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he clearly understood how mad the Astartes could be today.

Damn, how did Space Marines become like this?

However, this kind of obsession wasn't too widespread. At least the Lord of the Sanctuary of the Blamers was a target that could be pursued...

Isaga's attempts to persuade Bosimonde ended in a bittersweet manner. The Grand Marshal still stubbornly held the battle flag. However, the situation was not entirely under his control, so he could only ask:

"Where is our Emperor Champion?"

"Unfortunately, his soul has returned to the Golden Throne."

Isaga replied, "But he sacrificed his life to pave the way for our next move, and I believe he is worthy of the title of Champion of the Emperor."

Under the guidance of Isaga, the group came to the corridor where he had entered the hall before, and the body of the Emperor's Champion was there.

His Armor of Faith was covered in claw marks and knife wounds, but the real fatal wound came from a spear that pierced his eyepiece. The spear pierced his head and pinned the exhausted Emperor's champion to the wall. The blood that flowed down the spear shaft formed a black clot on the Armor of Faith.

The hundreds of green-skinned corpses around told of the glorious achievements of the Emperor's Champion during his lifetime, but also revealed a terrible fact to everyone.

But even warriors blessed by the gods will fall under the siege of wild beasts.

These orcs are extraordinary.

The Black Templars who had been left behind arrived one after another, facing the body of the Emperor's Champion nailed to the wall. They knelt on one knee to show their respect for their brother. Only Bosimonde looked sad, muttering to himself:

“That’s not honorable at all.”

Lancelot couldn't help but think of what Travis said when he let him in.

What exactly is glory?

He was suddenly confused.

The Black Templars' pharmacists and technical sergeants arrived and removed the Armor of Faith from the Emperor's Champion. Travis's calm face was revealed under the removed helmet. He seemed not surprised by his own death.

But the task of recovering the Armor of Faith and the Black Sword encountered an unexpected problem.

The technical sergeant turned around and reported to Bosimonde, who was having his hands reattached with the help of a pharmacist: "The black sword is gone."

"What did you say?!"

Bosimonde, who was receiving treatment, stood up suddenly, and the other Black Templar warriors also made a slight commotion.

The Black Sword is a special sacred weapon permitted only to the Emperor's Champions. The warriors of the Black Templars firmly believe that this meticulously forged power sword bears the Emperor's personal blessing. With only ten such weapons in existence, the Black Templars sometimes launch special expeditions to recover a lost Black Sword.

The warriors of the Black Templars were accustomed to using chains to bind their weapons for combat, which made it rare for their weapons to be lost, but occasionally, as in the case of the Grand Marshal's Sword, it would slip out of their hands. At first, Bosimonde, who did not see the black sword, thought that the Emperor's Champion was also like this.

Didn't expect it to be lost?

This was an orc battleship. Without much thought, Bosimonde immediately locked onto his suspect.

"Those despicable beasts stole our black sword!"

He concluded.

The Black Templars' warriors instantly found their backbone. They drew their weapons once more, ready to reclaim the Black Sword, the Emperor's Champion, from the Blacks. But Armidale stood up and bluntly expressed his opposition.

"My orders are to rescue you brothers who have blindly boarded the ship, Marshal Bosimonde."

Armidale swallowed the word "idiot" with great effort, not wanting to appear too aggressive. "We should get away from this battleship as soon as possible. It's just a meaningless slaughterhouse."

Isaga advised, "The initial boarding could be considered a desperate struggle with no way out, but I've learned the situation from Brother Armidale of the Imperial Fists. They're currently stationed at Maximus, where we can reunite with the rest of the Final Wall. There's no need to continue shedding blood on this battleship."

"We do have a lot to talk about, and we do have to meet at the final wall."

Bosimonde said coldly: "But that was after we regained the glory of the Black Templar."

"And you, Brother Lancelot."

He turned to the former flag bearer, "You are dismissed. Join our ranks and start as a new blood. I will re-evaluate your qualifications to become a member of the Black Templars."

Lancelot bowed his head. As a member of the Black Templars, he obeyed the Grand Marshal's decision. However, others who were not members of the Black Templars clearly disagreed, with Armidale leading the way.

"I will not allow... the Imperial Fists to die for your recklessness."

"That is your freedom and that of the Imperial Fists, Brother Armidale. And so it is with us."

The Grand Marshal turned around, raised his Grand Marshal's sword again, and shouted:

"Black Templar!"

The soldiers responded in unison: "Fearless!"

Armidale hesitated for a moment, then called over Adjutant Abbott, who returned to the warship and unloaded boxes of ammunition from the Hunter, placing them in front of Bosimonde.

Such assistance was clearly interpreted as support for the Black Templars' expedition to recapture the Black Sword. Bosimonde's expression softened slightly. He nodded to Armidale and whispered, "If you encounter other Black Templar warriors who have strayed, you can lead them to evacuation. If they are unwilling, you can tell them that this is the Grand Marshal's order."

He obviously didn't want to see the Black Templars perished on this battleship, but to him, there were things far more important than life or even the survival of the Chapter.

"Then what do you do?"

Isaga asked from the side.

"Reclaim the Black Sword, or reclaim the glory. After that, we will naturally return. Where is your evacuation point?"

"Lower deck."

Armidale replied, "We will modify the Ork weapons there and launch boarding torpedoes from there."

Bosimonde raised an eyebrow. He suddenly felt that they did have something in common with the Imperial Fists.

"We will get there, or my Grand Marshal's sword will get there."

The Black Templars' warriors restocked their ammunition. The hundred or so warriors gathered there set out again. Although their goal had shifted from the previously impossibly difficult task of retrieving the Black Sword, their chances of success remained near zero.

Their departure left the ship deserted. Apart from the Black Templars' apothecaries who were left behind to collect the remains and gene-seed of their fallen brothers, only Armidel's boarding party and Isaga remained.

Looking at Bosimonde's departing back, Isaga shrugged helplessly.

"I'm over seven hundred years old, but he's the most difficult person I've ever dealt with in my entire pastoral career."

"I think we can only respect his decision. But Chapter Masters Kurland and Thorn may not agree."

"Kurland and Thorn? I know them. They were Second Captains of the Imperial Fists and the Paragon Fists. Are they Chapter Masters now?"

Isaga confirmed it, and after receiving Armidel's affirmation, he could only sigh: "It seems that the sons of Dorne have suffered a heavy blow from the greenskins..."

"That's why we must unite here. But I don't think Marshal Bosimonde will join us. He seems too opinionated."

"Do you think he'll come back alive, Brother Armidale?"

"He will, because we will be the main force to bear the orcs' attack next."

Armidale saw clearly that the Orcs, eager for a fight, would inevitably prevent them from leaving the battleship. Furthermore, the Orc warlord had not been truly defeated; there was no telling when he would reappear and become an obstacle to their evacuation.

Isaga seemed to have thought of this as well. He was a little worried: "Perhaps we should have kept Bosimonde here just now. That way, at least we could have concentrated our ammunition."

Hot weapons are an important means of fighting against orks. If they can only use close combat, even the most elite warriors will be exhausted and defeated like the Emperor's champions.

"It doesn't matter, because the real killing weapon is still in our hands."

Armidale replied.

As the ground rumbled, Isaga was surprised to see two Leman Russ Siegecraft carriers being unloaded from the Hunter.

"This is our main force in defending the evacuation point."

"But the battleship is too narrow, and there are many places where tanks can't pass through..."

Leman Russ suddenly opened fire, and the 180mm projectile, driven by electromagnetic force, suddenly blew up the orcs' garbage pile and the armor plates that divided the corridor space, opening up a path for Leman Russ to move forward.

Isaga was speechless.

"We'll use this to gather the Black Templars along the way and eventually reach our extraction point. If we hold on for a while, we can transform the Ork weapons into launch pods for our boarding torpedoes."

Looking at the stunned Black Templar Pharmacist and Isaga, Armidel reached out and pulled them onto the tank.

"No need to wait here, let's go!"

The evacuation operation naturally cannot be delayed, but there are other situations here.

After everyone had left, Tom, crouching low, stealthily emerged from the garbage heap where he was hiding. The object he had pressed under him now stood out.

It was a power sword that was completely black.

He called out, and soon several other Felynx came down from the Hunter. They worked together to lift the black sword and carried it back to the Hunter.

The other Felynx on board were debugging the equipment. Although the spaceship had been severely damaged by the direct collision with the battleship, it had not lost its ability to fly. With a little adjustment, it could still break away from the battleship and return to space.

But besides Felynx, there is also a technical boy who has been forgotten by everyone.

He had previously informed Jin Ya about joining the ship, but was beaten up by Jin Ya who took his anger out on him. He helped Jin Ya choose the battle site, but was finally thrown aside by Jin Ya like garbage.

In the chaos, no one paid any attention to this kid, which led him to witness the entire process by accident. The scene at the end where the Hunter directly rushed into the ship was particularly shocking to him.

When he closed his eyes, he could still see the red dragon head horn that had knocked Jin Ya away. The red color gradually grew in his mind, becoming an indelible image in his mind.

There is nothing more waaaagh than this boat and this color! For the life of me, absolutely not!

"I think red can make us run faster..."

Seeing that there was no one around, he sneaked onto the Hunter.

"As long as I follow this ship, I will definitely become the most waaaagh master of skills!"

Chapter 110: The transformation surgery of us orcs.

Jin Ya felt that he had never been so embarrassed.

The black canned shrimps behind him were like greenskins whose teeth had been robbed, howling about the emperor while chasing the seriously injured orc warlord. No matter how many of his men Gold Fang ordered to stop them, they would never retreat.

What the hell are they doing? I didn't steal anything from them!

He gasped and fell headfirst onto the mad doctor's bed. He could still hear the shouts of the shrimps not far away and the rumbling of cannons from the lower deck.

Such sounds made him even more annoyed.

It was this sound of the cannon that attracted away all the guys under his command who wanted to fight! Now there are not many guys left for him to command!

"quick!"

He hurriedly ordered the doctor, "Cure me quickly!"

The painful leader took a big electric saw and cut open Gold Tooth. Gold Tooth didn't even feel the pain in his body, and the doctor shook his head.

"Boss, I think you should take care of your funeral as soon as possible."

"impossible!"

Gold Teeth roared, but his voice was already extremely weak: "I am the chosen one of the Mao brothers! How can I die here!"

He grabbed the orc doctor and said, "You can't be without a solution! I want you to find a solution! No matter what it is, there must be a solution! If you can't think of a solution, I will use my own method to send you to see the devil!"