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

"My guide, I, a humble believer, hope to use your hand to help the Great Father hear the prayers of his children!"

He pointed at the leader standing there blankly. "This man is the gang leader previously defeated by the false emperor's lackeys. He was unconscious on the roadside near our camp. I recognized his identity and brought him here. His identity and fear of death will surely become the most fertile nourishment for our sect, allowing our father's teachings to thrive on this planet!"

Recognize yourself? When?!

The gang leader took a nervous step back, ready to run, but the believer stopped him, removed his hood, and allowed the leader to identify him.

"Silco?"

The leader shook his head in disbelief. "No, no... I didn't mean to send you to investigate the Life Sect. I didn't mean to send you to your death. Forgive me, forgive me!"

"To die? Forgive? How could that be?"

Hilko laughed, his rotten mouth stretched to his ears, revealing his blackened teeth. Fresh pus oozed from his smile, dripping down his black-lined chin. "I have to thank you, too. If you hadn't sent me here to investigate, how could I have ever been embraced by the Great Father?"

He raised his hand and pointed at his 'brothers and sisters' beside him: "Not only me, but all those you sent here before are now here... We used to be enemies, all carrying grudges from our gangs. But now, we are as close as a family!"

The believers identified by Hilko took action and pinned down the leader who was trying to escape. These corpse-like "people" were incredibly strong, and no matter how the leader struggled, he was chained to the ground and unable to move.

The bishop walked slowly to the chief, squatted down, lifted the chief's chin, and looked carefully at the other's face which was deformed by fear.

"Such a strong sense of fear... You are right, he will definitely become a devout believer of my father."

"No, I don't want to be like this! I don't want to be a bloated, decaying corpse!"

"Even if what you will gain is eternal life without the fear of death?"

The leader was stunned. He looked at the bishop, his fear of death turning into confusion. The bishop gestured for the others to let go, and he personally helped the leader, who had stopped struggling, to his feet.

"Look at our brothers and sisters. Can't you feel the beauty of life from these beautiful children?"

The leader looked back at the followers of Nurgle around him, and surprisingly found that their faces were no longer as hateful as before. The stench in the air gradually turned into a strange sweetness. The evil words echoing in his ears now became a hymn praising the fusion of life and the unity of all things.

"Join us and see this mortal world with fresh eyes!"

The leader trembled, and a final struggle was going on in his heart.

But this struggle was futile. When he thought of the God-Emperor, praised by the Ecclesiarchy but never able to perform any miracles, and of the melta bomb implanted within him, his desire to survive suddenly overcame his feeble struggles. The decaying object before him now seemed like a lifeline, and he slumped to his knees before the bishop.

"Save me, Bishop."

He used all his strength to say: "Free me from the slavery of the false emperor's lackeys!"

The bishop looked at this talented young man with satisfaction. The cultist who had collected the leader's vomit earlier poured it into the simmering cauldron. A moment later, he fished out the foul-smelling medicine from the cauldron and respectfully handed the deadly drink to the bishop.

"Drink him."

The bishop handed the bowl of thick soup to the leader and said, "You will transcend death in your fear of death, and become an eternal believer of my father in the unchanging decay!"

The leader gulped down the thick soup, and the power of Nurgle instantly permeated his entire body. His skin began to burn, and blood vessels wriggled beneath his skin like earthworms, forming sickly lines. He could clearly feel the liquid flowing through his body, replacing his blood, transforming his life force into a surging toxin.

The feeling was so wonderful - except for the melta bomb still ticking inside him.

The leader's smile froze on his face.

He could feel that the power that transformed his body had bypassed the machinery Leon had implanted in him. He didn't understand why, but he knew his life was coming to an end.

“No, no, no…!”

The newly-minted Nurgle followers screamed frantically: "Save me, Bishop! Save me, Great Father!"

The surrounding believers were confused, and the Bishop stepped forward to check on the leader. When he felt what was inside the leader's body through the power of Nurgle, his face changed drastically.

"Is this a trap set by those false emperor's lackeys? But why?! The mighty power of the loving father should be able to corrupt those mortal creations!"

No one could answer the bishop's questioning, and Li Ang, who had witnessed the entire process through the equipment, decided to draw the curtain on this good show.

He activated the melta buried in the boss's body.

The signal emanating from him pierced the veil of the Warp like a sharp arrow, its command accurately interpreted by the leader's device. A muffled thud echoed from the leader's abdomen, followed by a burst of energy that broke through the restraints of his ribs. His flesh, blessed by Nurgle, shattered like shattered porcelain before the molten heat. Blood mingled with viscera splattered everywhere, and shattered organs, tissue, and bone fragments scattered across the ground, forming a chaotic sea of ​​flesh and blood.

Several Nurgle believers nearby were also affected by the explosion, and the smell of blood mixed with the stench of decay filled the entire altar. Although the bishop was unharmed under the protection of the evil power of the warp, his heart was cold.

In this sacred place where death is not allowed, such a tragedy happened that took the lives of several believers!

Not only had he lost a representative who could have been used to persuade other gangs to surrender after his corruption, but the Bishop could clearly sense that the leader's soul had not yet entered the arms of the Father. He had died before the power of Nurgle could penetrate his soul, his soul instantly swallowed by the waves of the Warp, and no trace of it could be found again.

Such a result will undoubtedly disappoint the loving father.

The Nurgle believers around them did not care about the death of their "brothers and sisters". They looked at the Bishop who was unharmed in the close-range explosion with excitement and continued to praise the greatness of the Father of Life. But the Bishop could feel that the father's gaze was moving away from here.

He looked at the dimming statue of Nurgle, and his guilt towards his kind father easily turned into anger towards the Empire. He kicked the leader's body away and shouted:

"I originally wanted to mercifully bring this planet into the arms of my father, but since those lackeys of the false emperor are ungrateful, we no longer need to swallow our anger! Let us use our rotten, poisonous blades to bring death to them, so that they will understand the price of rejecting my father!"

"Great Father, Great Father, Great Father!"

The believers loyal to Nurgle immediately took action, and the Cult of Life, which had been developing harmlessly in the Underhive, bared its fangs for the first time.

But the fangs are not very sharp.

Leon didn't intend to confront the Life Cult head-on right now. He ordered the Astartes, who were originally supporting them from the side, to retreat. However, looking at the mortals who were encouraged by the Life Cult to take up arms with food and water, he couldn't help but feel doubtful.

What about your plagues? What about your viruses? What about your pervasive corruption?

Why do I have to rely on a group of mortals to lead the charge in the end?

These Nurgle cultists were quite intimidating when they were performing the ceremony, but why did they fail so badly when it came to the actual performance?

"I feel a little bit of spiritual energy flowing."

Isaga said suddenly.

Everyone turned their attention to Isaga. The Librarian closed his eyes tightly, trying to sense something. "It's coming from the nest of those Chaos believers. It's very weak. The spiritual energy of this decaying aura seems to be absorbed by a specific object..."

He carefully felt it for a while, but finally shook his head helplessly: "This energy is too weak. I can't use this to locate what is pulling this energy."

"Then we can try again."

Kurland clearly understands that failure is the mother of success.

"Good idea, but we must first figure out how that corrupted psychic energy came into being before we can try to trace it back through psychic energy."

As the only professional psychic here, Isaga didn't think this idea was feasible. However, Leon realized the trick.

He waved a hand and asked for a sniper rifle from an Astartes scout. Although this weapon was only a concealed tactical weapon issued to the reconnaissance company, it was more than enough to deal with a Nurgle cultist who was only slightly corrupted.

Leon aimed at a Nurgle believer who was passionately mobilizing the refugees who had received weapons. The bullet tore open the opponent's mutated skull, passed through the tumor-ridden brain tissue, and brought out a puff of dark red blood mist.

The speech that encouraged the refugees in the name of a loving father came to an abrupt end. The attack that had no direction made the refugees panic in an instant.

But that's not the point.

Leon turned around and looked at Isaga, who once again felt something and let out an exclamation that Leon had expected.

"It's that psychic energy again... I understand. This corrupted psychic energy originates from the deaths of those Chaos believers!"

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Chapter 131 Proxy War.

This one attempt made everyone understand where this corrupted spiritual energy came from, and also gave Leon a rough guess as to why this group of plague believers did not wreak havoc.

Although the power of the Father still requires plagues and viruses as media in reality, the key to making these viruses extraordinary is the evil power of the Warp attached to the plague. Without Nurgle's psychic power, these viruses, no matter how powerful they are, are only things that can be understood in the real universe, and will not have such incredible corruption.

"The evil power within these corrupt believers will be drained away after their death by something we don't yet know what it is."

Li Ang made a judgment: "This is why they can't spread the plague on a large scale."

The vanguard of Nurgle's plagues have always been the Plague Zombies, but even these are monsters created by a fusion of Chaos infection and physiological disease.

Typically, Nurgle's malign power infects those infected, controlling these human-feeding zombies. If the zombie dies, the malign power within them persists, seeking another host. As the plague spreads to more and more people, this spread can even intensify Nurgle's malign power, allowing its followers to summon demons and even perform corrupted rituals that drag entire planets into Nurgle's gardens.

What if this snowball effect can’t be established from the beginning?

Then the believers of Nurgle will have no choice but to give up their beloved biological warfare and use the power bestowed upon them by their father more cautiously.

No wonder these Nurgle believers had to use food and water to trick the refugees into joining...

Leon's idea was approved by Isaga, but new problems also arose at the same time.

"Who set up the array that absorbs the evil energy released by Nurgle's followers after their death?"

Isaga asked the question on everyone's mind, "What is his purpose?"

"do not know."

Li Ang shrugged: "Can you locate the location of the ritual based on the flow of psychic energy?"

Isaga closed his eyes and continued to feel it carefully. After a moment, he shook his head regretfully.

"No, the direction of psychic energy is very strange. The death of Chaos followers alone cannot determine the location. More Chaos followers must die to create a chance for me to locate it."

"It seems that we must cause the mass death of Nurgle's followers..."

Li Ang thought about paying it.

Leon didn't think that the Nurgles, who were good at spreading large-scale plagues, would cut off their own arms when spreading the "blessing", so the restriction of having their psychic energy drained after death was most likely unrelated to these Chaos believers - they should be able to notice this from the fact that the plague could not spread, but they probably didn't know who did it, or they were simply fooled.

This restricted group of Nurgle followers seems to be a medium, they are merely tools used by others to achieve specific goals.

It is worth investigating who caused this situation.

To be able to drain the souls and psychic energy of Chaos followers at the hands of Nurgle would require a perfect psychic array. Who would do this? Who would do this?

Is it the traitorous Inquisitor? Or perhaps a Chaos warband?

But what do they want with dead Nurgle followers?

To figure out this problem, they had to conduct a field investigation. They had to find out where the magic circle that extracted the evil power of Nurgle was.

Although the death of Nurgle's followers will most likely bring the mastermind closer to achieving his goal, this is the only way Leon and his team have at the moment.

That being said, Leon did not intend to change the retreat plan.

It is indeed feasible to lead the main force into the lair of the Nurgle believers now, but those Nurgle believers who have been working hard for a long time will not be easily defeated when fighting on their home turf.

Although their evil power cannot be spread on a large scale through the plague, there should be no restrictions on its use within the corrupted nest.

Leon had no means to deal with psychic attacks. Even if he himself could not be affected, he did not want to exchange the lives of dozens of soldiers for a chance to confirm the location of the magic circle.

These Nurgle believers are just pawns being manipulated by others. He is not stupid enough to exchange the trump card in his hand for the miscellaneous soldiers in the hands of the enemy.

"Let these guys fight each other first."

Leon waved his hand and made a decision: "It won't be easy for these Chaos believers who are wary of spreading the plague on a large scale to defeat those Underhive gangs."

Kurland disagreed with this idea: "They will eventually be defeated by the Chaos Followers. If we don't intervene on the battlefield, the situation will definitely get out of our control."

"It doesn't matter...we can fight a proxy war."

Using external conflicts to attack one side was a common practice in the loosely knit empire, which was always plagued by open and covert infighting. With a plan in mind, Leon tilted his head and instructed Amidel, "Go back to the fleet later and have the forge organize the mass production of promethium flamethrowers, food, and medicine. Oh, and bring down that orc named Evil Sun."

Since the gangs are not capable of doing this, then support them and let them achieve their goals.

He led the Astartes back to their previously established defensive line. With Thorn as the center, Leon organized several teams to search for the Night Lords. Before personally taking action against the followers of Nurgle, they would continue to search for the traces of the traitorous Astartes.

The rest of the people were assigned by Li Ang to collect scrap from the battlefield.

The so-called rubbish was actually the wreckage of various weapons and equipment. After these unusable scrap metals were gathered by the Astartes, Amidel also brought the orc named Evil Sun to the ground.

This was the first time Xie Ri came out of the cage that held him. Although there were still two veterans of the Second Legion watching his every move, Xie Ri didn't care about it as he had no other plans.

Seeing Li Ang waiting for him next to a pile of scrap, Xie Ri felt that his wait would finally be rewarded.

Facing Xie Ri, whose eyes seemed to gleam, Leon picked up a scrapped gun. His robotic arm disassembled the scrap metal into its components like magic, then presented them to Xie Ri.

How can a piece of waste material turn into so many small pieces of waste material?

Xie Ri held his breath, his expression becoming excited: "I want to learn this, I want to learn this!"

"What's your promise?"

"I will be your apprentice!"

Xie Ri jumped up and down: "You are my boss! I won't say no to your words!"

It was hard to say how credible the orc's assurances were, but at least Leon wasn't about to give up on this enthusiastic free laborer. He nodded and pushed some of the scraps in front of Xie Ri.

"Let's start our first lesson... The first thing I'm going to teach is called science."

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Leon was planning his proxy war, and so were the bigwigs on Terra.

Compared to Li Ang who acted on impulse, those who weighed the pros and cons in the turbulent political arena are the ones who need to exert influence through agents.