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

Chapter 128: The bottom nest full of talented people.

"'Hail! Lord of the Night!'?"

The Imperial Fists warriors looked at each other in bewilderment.

They don't understand what such words mean.

Since the end of the Heresy, most of the Traitor Legions that betrayed the Imperium were no longer able to maintain their ranks. They split into fighting gangs of varying sizes and waged an endless civil war in the Eye of Terror.

Unable to take care of themselves, these Chaos warbands occasionally ventured out to scavenge near the Eye of Terror. Even when Abaddon, the self-proclaimed Warmaster of Chaos, launched the First Black Crusade, he only managed to defeat Sigismund before retreating in disgrace to the Eye of Terror due to his inability to penetrate Cadia's defenses.

The prosperity that followed the Heresy came against such a relatively peaceful backdrop. Although only a thousand years had passed since the galaxy-spanning rebellion, the new generation of Astartes no longer had sufficient knowledge of the traitors, their understanding of those rebel legions limited to the few fragments mentioned when recording the glorious history of their own chapters.

"It's the Night Lords."

Leon explained to Thorne who was still trying to recall.

The Imperial Fists warriors finally understood.

"I've heard of them. They're a bunch of bastards without any honor, scum who delight in slaughter and terror."

As a descendant of the original Night Lords, Kurland had access to more information than the others: "It is said that their Primarch, Konrad Curze, was eventually killed by assassins from the Court of Assassins, and their legion was disbanded. The remaining Night Lords became mercenaries wandering the Chaos and Gray Zones."

"Then why are they in Covenant Harbor? This isn't the place for them."

Amidel was a little confused.

"The fortress world of Cadia prevents Chaos forces from entering or leaving on a large scale, but a few ships can easily slip out."

Leon pondered, "This suggests there might be a Chaos warband behind Covenant Harbor, or perhaps it's simply that traitorous Inquisitor who hired the Night Lords—this wouldn't be surprising to those Inquisitors."

Leon had previously explained to them what Inquisitor Fratilena wanted. The Imperial Fists did not intend to abandon the base nest and directly evacuate the Port of Covenant, so the traitor Inquisitor was also an opponent they expected.

But now, these opponents may also include a whole gang of traitors with strange behavior styles.

"If this was truly the work of a traitor, why would he stop the gang's attack on the residents of Bottom Nest?"

Lancelot was the first to raise an objection. The Black Templars didn't care much about civilians, and this extended his view that the Night Lords' actions were meaningless: "Even if we can deter the gangs, what's the point?"

"Maybe some kind of sacrificial ritual?"

Kurlander made a conjecture, but Isaga denied it: "Unless it's a specific target, most Chaos don't care what kind of soul is sacrificed. If it's for sacrifice, a large-scale massacre is much more efficient than any other means."

No one knew the true purpose of these traitors, and this uncertainty made everyone frown. They pondered between the situation of the traitor Astartes and the situation of the Underhive, and for a moment they were somewhat hesitant.

However, the traitor Astartes offered no clear clues, while the Cult of Life posed an imminent threat. Leon ultimately made the decision:

"Let's start with the Life Sect. That sect is definitely connected to Chaos. If we follow their lead, the chances of us even getting to the core won't be too low."

The power of Chaos was not as rampant as it would be in later times, and the great rebellion that had achieved the Four Gods' goal had also consumed the might of the Four Gods of Chaos. Although the decaying Empire had become the perfect breeding ground for Chaos, they still needed time to accumulate strength before the Voice of Chaos could be heard more strongly than before.

This meant that the probability of Chaos Cults organizing completely "spontaneously" was very low, and the power of Chaos mostly relied on the "guidance of the Prophet" to take root in the real universe. As long as they could follow the Chaos Cult's clues, Leon believed that they would eventually discover the Chaos Warband and the traitorous Inquisitor.

The question is, how should they conduct the investigation in this situation where the enemy is hidden and we are in the light?

A forceful attack was clearly unwise. The Chaos Cult was not like the other Underhive gangs, so even the smallest Chaos energy could kill an Astartes. Furthermore, this sect had been cultivating the Underhive for a long time. Who knew how many deadly tricks they had hidden?

The Sons of Dorn fear no loss, but unnecessary loss of strength would only jeopardize their mission to defend Terra.

Of course, Li Ang understood this. His gaze moved around and finally fell on the gang leader who was still trembling all over.

This kind of scum is certainly not a malleable talent, but at least he can be used as a waste.

The mechanical arm on Leon's body unfolded, and the scalpel popped out from the mechanical claw and cut the flesh on the back of the leader's neck. The leader, who thought he was going to be killed, wailed like a pig being slaughtered. Amidel on the side handed him a small-yield thermal bomb.

Leon ignored the chief's wailing. He avoided the main blood vessels and nerves, removed a few pieces of flesh, and then perfectly embedded the small heat-melting device and other mechanical implants into the tissue. He sewed up the wound and patted the chief's shoulder affectionately.

"Mr. Boss, do you think the Compassionate Life Sect would accept a desperate gang leader?"

"They should..."

The leader who survived the disaster subconsciously wanted to answer, but after the words came out of his mouth, he was immersed in fear and realized what Li Ang meant.

In an instant, his already weak voice turned into a rooster's strangled cry.

"Why?! I've already done what you told me to do! I've done it perfectly, no matter what it was! Lords, please let me go! I'm just an ordinary guy trying to get to the upper nest by joining a gang. I haven't done anything really evil!"

Leon was too lazy to ask him if he remembered how many people he had killed. This was the Warhammer universe where death was more common than food. As long as they knew how to use weapons, they would have killed more people than they had eaten bread.

He simply coldly mentioned the gang leader who was unable to stand firm and gave him a false promise:

"I never said I would let you go before, but as long as you can find out the situation of the Life Sect, I will consider sparing your life."

Chapter 129: Father’s Believer.

The leader was hesitant because all the younger brothers he had sent to the Life Sect had never returned. However, when he heard the subtle ticking sound of the bomb implanted in his body, the leader, who was determined to survive, knew that he had no way out.

"Serving you all is my smile."

He forced the same fawning smile he had used to please the nobles before, "When should I...?"

"There's no rush."

Leon led the Astartes back to the transport line they had previously recaptured. The resources transported from the Lower Nest upwards were collected and transported in stages, so some resources could already be transported back to the Upper Nest. But after a moment's deliberation, Leon intercepted most of the resources.

"Have the Thunderhawk gunboats make a few more trips to transport these items to my light forge without anyone noticing. As for the rest... leave 30% and deliver it to the planetary governor."

"Only 30%?"

Kurland was worried that the amount was too small and the other party would see that he was holding the bag.

"He still has to look at my face for 30% of the time."

Li Ang waved his hand and said, "Do it!"

So the few Thunder Eagle gunboats began to operate day and night, and Li Ang found a way to refine the resources other than transportation capacity on the spot and directly invested them in the construction of the bottom nest defense line.

The plastering guys who specialized in civil engineering once again demonstrated their professionalism. With the captured section of the transport line as the center, the Imperial Fists built a simple but solid fortress within a few days.

This line of defense would be their mainstay. They would station some Space Marines and Planetary Defense Forces there, so that even if something unexpected happened, they wouldn't be left without a way out.

The planetary defense forces dispatched down might have discovered something, but seeing the defense line built in front of them and the high-quality weapons that Leon had picked out from the gangs and distributed to them, they consciously chose to keep silent about the flow of resources.

What's the point of telling tales? Will it get them transferred back to the safety of the upper nest?

Having been kicked back to the base, their morale was already somewhat shaken, and now they realized that their only chance of survival was to follow Astartes. The sense of security brought by the civil engineer brothers made him stand firmly on the side of the coalition.

The transport of these resources even stimulated the planetary governor, who sent in more reinforcements and excitedly expressed his hope that the Astartes would conquer the Underhive as soon as possible.

"look."

Li Ang presented the Governor's letter to everyone: "He still has to thank us."

The usually honest sons of Dorne were speechless. Only Kurland was lost in thought, as if the door to a new world had opened to him.

Besides establishing a defense line, Leon also didn't forget about the Night Lord roaming the Underhive. Leon assigned Thorn, the only person who knew something about the Night Lord, a team to track down the cold-blooded killer while ensuring their own safety.

After this series of preparations, the Astartes' deployment was completely ready.

So the gang leader was once again pushed to the forefront. Li Ang, who had figured out the approximate location of the Life Sect, arranged a play for him, making the leader stumble to the Life Sect's headquarters.

The leader staggered a few steps and finally fell in front of the door of the Sect of Life.

Several believers on duty spotted the leader and approached him cautiously, weapons in hand. They turned the fallen leader over and saw his face, dry and cracked from dehydration.

"Food, water..."

The leader, who hadn't eaten or drunk anything in days, exemplified the concept of putting himself into a role. He groaned and pleaded in a semi-conscious state. Several cultists looked at each other, finally focusing their gaze on a figure who resembled the leader.

Unlike the other believers, this one was completely covered in a large hood. He studied the leader's face, then waved to his men.

"Go get him some food and water."

Others were a little hesitant: "But too many people have flocked to our sect recently, and we're running low on food and water..."

"How could the Great Father withhold His mercy over such a matter?"

The leader of the believers scolded, "If you can't have a tolerant heart, when will you become a believer like me, someone who is looked upon by my Father and no longer obsessed with the desires of food?"

This statement clearly galvanized the followers. They hurriedly lifted the leader, and one of them brought some porridge and clean water. They fed the food, and the mechanical implants Leon had implanted in the leader's body detected the food and reported back. Lurking nearby, Leon began analyzing the data and was surprised to find that the water and food were surprisingly clean.

There were some bacterial colonies among them that Li Ang couldn't identify at the moment. He guessed that their function was to purify the water. The results achieved by the bacterial colonies were indeed astonishing - the quality of this drinking water was actually much better than the water in Zhongchao that had been recycled countless times.

It's no wonder that the residents of Bottom Nest are so devoted to this sect.

As for whether Nurgle followers can do this, yes, they can. But the question is, why would they do this instead of just spreading the plague?

Stimulated by the Source of Life, the gang leader gradually regained consciousness. He looked at his followers and asked weakly, "Am I saved...?"

"Yes, you have entered the arms of the Great Father."

The believer responded warmly, helping the leader to his feet. "I can sense your fear of death... but don't be afraid. Let this fear become the nourishment of your life. You will surely become the Great Father's most loyal supporter!"

No need to even confirm your identity?

Leon hadn't expected them to fall so easily. He had originally planned to have others create some noise around the area so the leader could sneak in, but it wasn't such a bad thing that this plan wasn't used.

Leon reunited the scattered Astartes, connecting the mechanical implants in the leader's body to the optic nerve. As the signal was sent back, everyone present witnessed the situation inside the Life Sect through Leon's servo skull.

The believer wearing a hood asked the others to continue to keep watch while he helped the gang leader into the sect camp.

Through the leader's vision, Leon could see the outermost perimeter of the camp, a simple tented camp where pale, emaciated refugees gathered. They had clearly not yet been truly accepted into the sect. Exhausted, they followed the instructions of the believers, praying to the so-called Great Father at the top of their lungs. In return for their prayers, the sect would periodically grant them a meager supply of food.

This was a common method of domestication; the sect's philosophy would seep into their hearts through their constant repetition. Perhaps they would worry that their piety was not enough to fill their stomachs, but Leon saw this as a blessing.

Going deeper, the active ones were no longer the refugees praying loudly. Instead, they were the core believers, like the man supporting the leader, who had concealed their forms beneath the veil. Although the veil had concealed most of the situation, Leon could tell from their occasional movements that these believers had undergone physical mutations.

It's Nurgle's fault...

But the degree of corruption doesn't seem to be too deep?

Chapter 130: Deep into the nest.

Nurgle is the easiest and most difficult Chaos faith to spread.

The Father's grace is often bestowed upon him in the form of a large-scale plague, a method that is quick to act and widespread in its corruption, but also produces severe deformities. On any planet dominated by Imperial power, Nurgle's Chaos followers are most easily detected.

Because they are so easy to identify, they are usually annihilated by the Empire before they become powerful. But even so, the Nurgle believers who want to spread the fatherly love to everyone are still happy to spread it on a large scale. The word "covert development" is almost not related to the Nurgle sect.

But here, only the core believers have slight traces of Nurgle corruption?

This didn't seem like a strategy that a Nurgle believer could come up with. Puzzled, Leon looked at the other Astartes watching with him, but the others also shook their heads.

It seemed that with only this little information, no conclusion could be drawn. Leon could only return his attention to the scene. At this moment, the leader, under the guidance of the other party, had already penetrated deep into the lair of Nurgle's followers. The aura of the Dark God permeated the lair, and the rapid rise of the Warp energy made the surrounding scene gradually become grotesque.

The stench of rancidity wafting from nowhere made the leader, who had just eaten his food, bend over and vomit. But the believers just looked at him, with a low laugh in their voices.

"It's an intoxicatingly sweet scent, isn't it?"

After vomiting, the leader wanted to refute, but when he saw the scenery around him gradually detaching from the real universe, he stammered and dared not say a word.

The ceiling oozed pus-like fluid, glistening in the dim light of the moss. The walls were covered in ulcer-like holes, from which black pus slowly oozed. This pus pooled at their feet, making a sticky sound with every step forward.

What are all these things?!

The leader's eyes widened in horror, the fear of death once again swirling in his heart. He began to regret agreeing to Leon so rashly, but when he thought of the melta bomb implanted by Leon on his back, he felt even more desperate.

But the more he did this, the more satisfied the Nurgle believers were with him.

"The fear of death is the key to your transformation. Keep it."

Another believer came over, collected the leader's vomit, and then led the two of them into the most central cave in the sect.

The vast room contained only an altar and several cauldrons boiling unspeakable things. A statue of Nurgle stood in the center of the altar, its main body composed of countless distorted yet contented human faces. Its surface was covered with green mold, and occasionally oozes a sticky liquid.

The believers gathered here enthusiastically used the holy grail that originally served the Emperor to hold this gift from the Great Father. They licked the dirty rim of the cup and allowed this strange liquid to consume their body and mind.

The one who leads all this is the bishop of the Life Sect.

He was standing in the center of the altar, chanting a prayer to his loving father in a hoarse and broken voice. The smell of decay grew stronger as he prayed, as if it was about to swallow up the entire space.

Noticing the intrusion of outsiders, the bishop stopped the ritual and turned to look at the gang leader and the believers standing beside him. The gang leader was able to see his face clearly.

He doubted whether that could be considered a face.

The bishop's face was distorted. When he spoke, his facial muscles twitched abnormally, causing the decayed tissue to twist, revealing fresh tissue beneath. The flesh around the decayed edges curled outward like a misshapen flower. The skin around his eyes was covered in large areas of gangrene, resembling a morbid mask.

He looked no different from a dead man. But when the bishop turned towards him, the leader could still feel that the bishop was looking at him.

"Son of my father, you have brought a mortal here. What do you want?"

The chief suspected that he had gone crazy, he could actually see a sense of compassion on that face!

He didn't know what to do, but the believers beside him had already knelt down devoutly.