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

"What on earth could bring about such serious consequences?"

"A Chapter relic, and no ordinary relic. Is there one among those fighting alongside you whom they call the Emperor's Champion?"

"When we arrived, the Emperor's Champion who single-handedly stopped thousands of orcs had already died."

Armidel gradually overlapped the image of the sword before him with the black sword that Bosimonde had spoken of retrieving. Suddenly, he realized, "So this is the black sword that the Black Templars vowed to reclaim?"

"Indeed. This is the most precious relic of the Black Templars. They regard the Emperor as the god of mankind, and only warriors chosen by the Emperor are qualified to wield the Black Sword, the so-called Emperor's Champions."

Leon took the black sword and examined it carefully. The touch of his hand made him feel that there was indeed a strange spiritual energy flowing within the sword. "There are ten of these swords in total, which means that there can be a maximum of nine Emperor Champions at any one time. If a black sword is lost, it means there will be one less warrior chosen by the Emperor himself."

Amidel understood Bosimonde's previous stubbornness: "That's why the Black Templars are so determined... But why can there only be nine Emperor Champions among the ten Black Swords?"

Li Ang waved his hand: "There's no need to be so clear about the Black Templar matter."

Amidel understood why the Black Templars had fought so hard to recover the sword, but returning it now would definitely not be an option.

After they have been busy for a while and finally find that the thing is in your hands, how can they explain it then?

Besides, as long as they don't say anything, no one should know that the Black Sword is in their hands...

For the sake of the ultimate unification of the high wall, Leon felt that he had to not return the black sword.

Besides, Warhammer, this cesspool, can't get rid of the belief in gods and ghosts in the end. Leon thinks that keeping this weapon in his hand may be an opportunity to study these sneaky powers in the future.

Even if this thing is the medium used by the Lord of Humanity to throw suicide soldiers, once it gets into my hands, it must be surnamed Li!

However, this was obviously not the time to study the black sword, so Leon instructed the Felyne cats to quickly hide the weapon. After giving the Felyne cats many instructions, Leon left the Hunter.

These matters would have to wait until he returned to Maxim. Right now, he had to think more about current issues, such as how to prepare for the upcoming conflict between the Imperial Fists and the Black Templars.

He rushed to the operating room on the strike cruiser, where the injured Second Legion soldiers were now. However, Leon had no time to treat them for the time being. His eyes wandered among the other wounded, finally locking onto a figure that was clearly different from others.

The current Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, Bosimonde.

This Grand Marshal did not receive any special treatment. Not only was the Fist of the Paragon not even the pharmacist of the Black Templar by his side.

Li Ang walked over and began to check the data on the vital signs monitoring equipment. He found that although the Grand Marshal's life was not in danger, his internal organs were damaged in many places and the extent of his injuries was also very serious.

A defect in the Son of Dorn's suspended animation membranes allowed him to remain conscious after being seriously injured, but this lucidity actually aggravated his injuries.

After being knocked unconscious, the Grand Marshal never regained consciousness. However, there were more seriously injured soldiers, so the pharmacist temporarily bypassed the severely injured Bosimonde.

"Prepare a spare set of superhuman organs."

Li Ang instructed the medical robot servant: "I am going to prepare for surgery."

"How is he doing?"

Astarte asked from the bed next to him.

Leon looked over and found that it was a soldier with scars all over his face.

"I am Issaga, Master Chaplain and Librarian of the Rebuker Chapter."

He introduced himself: "I was summoned by the Last Wall while visiting the Black Templars as a representative, and came here with them."

"Priest and Librarian? Such a combination is quite rare among the Astartes."

"For some reason, the loyal warriors of our Chapter must be channeled and soothed by psychic powers."

Isaga was obviously unwilling to talk more. He looked at Bosimonde and said, "You haven't told me about his condition, Father."

"He suffered multiple contusions and fractures, and his internal organs were also damaged. Meningeal failure exacerbated his injuries, but fortunately, his blood coagulation organs are still functioning normally, so he is not in danger of death."

Leon used a medical cutter to cut open Bosimon's black carapace, demonstrating his meticulousness and care to the others. "I'll perform an organ replacement surgery on him. He should be conscious when we return to Maxim, but he'll need at least two weeks of rest to regain basic combat capabilities."

"Thank you for your service, Father."

"You're welcome. In fact, Kurland and I are both looking forward to meeting the Grand Marshal. Although he is still unconscious, I was able to see the elegance of this chapter commander."

This sentence made Isaga realize the special identity of Leon: "Who are you...?"

"Maxim's current leader, Leon the Wise. I, along with the Last Wall, are fighting against the Greenskins."

Isaga stood in awe. "Few members of the Adeptus Mechanicus are as discerning as you."

"I'm just fighting for the common wealth of mankind."

Leon said modestly, confident that he had left a good impression on this influential Astartes: "I believe that through our joint efforts, we will surely become the final, indestructible wall before the Throne World."

Isaga nodded in agreement. Seeing the time was right, Leon changed the subject: "However, before reaching the final decisive battle, I think we should avoid unnecessary sacrifices as much as possible."

The chaplain of the accuser suddenly became a little embarrassed: "Although Brother Bosimond sometimes becomes too radical for glory, he is indeed worthy of the name of Dorne."

"I think he's more like Guilliman."

For a moment, Isaga wondered if that was a compliment.

After careful consideration, he felt that the Adeptus Mechanicus might not be so familiar with the grudges between the Primarchs, so he took this as a compliment: "Besides being radical, he is indeed as far-sighted as Guilliman."

"I also hope he will make the right decision, but my logic still makes me worried about this. Respected Brother Issaga, as a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus, I have always believed that only practical actions can dispel doubts."

Issaga had already heard the hidden meaning in Leon's words. He pondered: "I can't promise anything, but I will do my best to bridge the differences between the sons of Dorne."

"This is enough."

Li Ang nodded with satisfaction.

The camp of the accusers has already subtly leaned towards them. Although the only accuser here at this moment is Isaga as a representative, this symbol also carries enough weight.

Plus, they still have the Black Templar gene-seed left behind by the Abomination...

The medical robot brought a spare superhuman organ, and Leon bent down to continue the operation on the Grand Marshal whose stomach he had opened up.

Although it would not lead to a close cooperation between the two, he thought he had grasped the key to preventing the Imperial Fists and the Black Templars from turning against each other.

Chapter 120 Meeting at the Wall.

Leon and his group retreated smoothly to Maxim without encountering any obstruction.

In fact, according to the observation post's report, the warlord who had gathered all the remaining greenskins had no intention of staying in Maxim. He left two cruisers and large and small gunboats in the Maxim system and drove his battleship towards Mandeville Point.

Apparently, he was planning to leave the system. Just like the technician had said, he wasn't going to fight to the death on Maxim, but to go out and gather more greenskins.

The Imperial Fleet, which was already at an absolute disadvantage in fleet warfare, suddenly exchanged identities with the Greenskins.

A conservative estimate of the number of greenskins left in the Maxim system was over five million. While this number was not a fatal threat, it would take a long time for the Imperial fleet, which had already suffered some losses and was lacking in maintenance, to completely eliminate these greenskins.

This time was not something the Imperial Fists, who were eager to return to Terra's aid, could tolerate.

Bosimonde woke up moments after returning to Maxim and held a brief ceremonial meeting with the Final Wall coalition led by Kurland. Although he emphasized that he came for the Final Wall, he did not express his obedience to the Imperial Fists like Thorne did.

He obviously has his own ideas.

The Black Templars were divided into a relatively independent area for rest and recuperation. Poseidon, who was eager to count the losses, did not make any sharp proposals right away, which gave Leon and the others some room for discussion.

"The greenskin threat has been temporarily resolved. Maxim can be defended without us. As long as Commander Hayes and his Astra Militarum troops remain here, Maxim will remain a gateway to Throneworld."

Kurland was the first to express his opinion. He trusted and respected Leon, but that didn't mean he didn't have his own subjective opinions. Anyone could see from his expression that he was eager to return to Terra as soon as possible.

But Thorn, who had always supported Kurland, now objected: "We only have 350 Astartes left, and not many warships. Returning to Terra with this level of force would be like an egg against a rock."

"Three hundred and fifty?"

Kurland looked at Thorne: "There are more than 600 surviving warriors of the Black Templar."

"Yes, but they will not be of any use to us."

"They too are the Sons of Dorne who have answered the call of the Final Wall!"

"That's different from whether they will come back to support Terra."

Thorne elaborated calmly.

Kurland's face showed an expression of incomprehension. He wanted to say something else, but Leon spoke.

"Trust Thorne. As a monk who has fought the Great Rebellion and made it this far, he obviously understands the Black Templars better."

But Kurland still couldn't let go of the idea of ​​returning to help Terra.

"We cannot shy away from our mission simply because we are weak. If the Black Templars will not join us, I will return to Terra on my own!"

"That would ultimately lead to a physical split in the wall."

Thorne cruelly pointed out the truth: "If the ideas of the Imperial Fists differ from those of the Black Templars, what will the subsequent Sons of Dorne choose? Will they follow the Imperial Fists or the Black Templars?"

Kurland's expression grew serious. This Second Captain, who had been urgently promoted to Chapter Commander, wasn't as politically savvy as his predecessor, but having said that, he certainly anticipated the consequences.

"Don't worry, I won't let things get to this point."

Leon spoke, and both Kurland and Thorne turned their eyes to him.

He led the two out of the conference room and led them outside. A transport truck carrying the Black Templar gene-seed was parked downstairs. Isaga, who had been instructed by Leon to wait there, leaned against the truck, waiting for Kurland.

"The Black Templars' battle barge launched one hundred and thirty Black Templar gene-seeds before it sank. We didn't inspect them, and they're all here intact."

Kurland frowned. "Are we going to use these seeds to threaten the Black Templars and force them to come back for help?"

"No, just give it back to them. Consider it a gift. At least it's an offer the Black Templars can't refuse."

Leon explained, looking at Kurland: "Handing this over to the Black Templar personally can at least avoid the worst-case scenario. You can also take this opportunity to convince Bosimond that since we saved the Black Templar and these gene seeds, your conversation won't be unpleasant."

"I don't know what I can say."

"Brother Issaga will be with you. He once duelled with Sigismund, the first Chapter Master of the Black Templars, and previously had close ties with them. If you have any ideas, you can discuss them with him first."

Isaga waved to Kurland, and Leon pushed Kurland in front of Isaga. He stuffed the two of them into the car and set the program for the driving servitor to go to the Black Temple camp.

"Leave it to you, Brother Isaga."

This was an internal matter of the Final Wall. Leon could exert influence from the outside, even manipulating things in his own direction. But he must not get involved in the Final Wall's affairs, as this would only increase suspicion among others.

"I will do my best."

Isaga nodded in agreement.

The transport vehicle carrying the gene seeds started, and Thorne and Leon watched them go away.

"Do you really think they can convince Bosimonde?"

Thorne asked.

"I don't think so, but as long as Bosimond can recognize Koorland's leadership, no matter what the Black Templars do next, we can gather the rest of the Imperial Fists."

"But if he doesn't join us, it will be difficult for us to achieve anything with our current strength."

"Don't worry, I have other plans."

Leon projected a star map. Thorne looked at the map and found that Leon had marked a key point on Covenant Port.

"Terra's gateway world, the Navy's fortress planet. More importantly, it is the next target of the Orks' Battle Moon."

Leon explained slowly, "Even if the High Lords Council is slow, it should have realized what was happening by now. The armed forces of the entire Solar Segmentum must be gathering towards Covenant Port."

"The Empire's standing armed forces have nothing to do with the Astartes."

"That's the theory. But there we could have opportunities far beyond what we have now."

Leon said meaningfully: "Three hundred Astartes may not make a splash in the war against the Orcs, but they can become a decisive force within the Empire."

Thorne pondered.

However, these discussions have nothing to do with Kurland for the time being.

Suddenly shoved into the car, he looked at Isaga, who sat beside him, and the mark of their shared heritage was clear—the fist adorning Isaga's white pauldrons was the same as that on Kurland's yellow armor.

But Isaga's fist is red, not black, and within it is a double yellow lightning bolt. Besides his Chapter markings, Isaga bears a ritual scarring of his body—a rite of self-flagellation practiced by the Condemners. They consider the scars on their power armor and flesh to be inscriptions of honor.

These scars, along with their chapter emblems, made Kurland feel almost instinctively uncomfortable. They seemed to remind him that the glory that once belonged to the Legion was no longer there. The Sons of Dorn, once united under the Imperial Fists, were now scattered across the starry sea, each with its own unique chapter culture.

They will no longer be as close as they once were.

"I can see the sadness in your expression, Brother Kurland."

Unlike his hideous face distorted by scars, Isaga's tone was quite kind: "What could have caused such sorrow to such a stalwart Imperial Fist?"

"We were all originally Imperial Fists, and we should have shared the mission of defending Terra. But now, we have incomprehensible differences between us, and we are even arguing over whether to return to Terra's aid."

Kurland sighed: "This is not what I want."

"I understand you, brother."

The sons of Dorne were not known for their conversation, but those who could serve as priests were clearly an exception. Isaga whispered soothingly, "But I don't think there's that much difference between us. Take, for example, your equally scarred power armor. I know you see it as a warning, unwilling to repaint it before exacting your revenge. This is the origin of our tradition as condemners—each of our scars bears a trace of a similar thought to yours."

This statement made Kurland feel better. He looked up at Isaga, but Isaga was already looking outside the car.