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

Li Ang replied calmly. Even though the man's words were a little strange, Li Ang still understood what he wanted.

The eyes of the residents of the Bottom Nest dimmed. They did not focus again on the Nurgle believers, but there was an indelible confusion in everyone's eyes.

Leon raised his hand, and an Astartes brought a large box to Leon. Leon kicked the box over, and the wooden box broke open on the ground, revealing the protein bars produced by the foundry.

"But as long as you still consider yourself human, I can let you eat and drink your fill and then face a glorious death fighting for humanity!"

The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.

They looked at the delicacy they had never tasted before with eager eyes, but no one dared to rush forward to fight for it. The awe they had felt for Li Ang turned into reverence, and the residents watched Li Ang with bated breath, waiting for his new instructions.

"Those who don't fight can't survive by relying solely on the charity of others!"

Leon clenched his fists and raised them high, his voice gradually turning into a roar: "Go and fight those cultists! Go and prove that you still have the courage to be human! Go and tell me that you will not die like rats in the gutter! Don't expect others to give you anything, because everything that humans can have must be taken with their own hands!"

The screams of Nurgle's followers were drowned out by the crowd's cheers. These lackeys of the loving father looked at the residents of the Underhive who turned their guns in horror: "You can't do this, how dare you do this to us...!"

The armed Underhives opened fire, the crude melee weapons tried to pierce their bodies, and some of the unarmed even used their teeth as weapons. They rushed forward and overwhelmed these Nurgle believers who thought they were far superior to mortals.

"Father, Father, save my teeth!"

Unfortunately, the loving Father will not cast his eyes on this place just because of these few people. Their bodies have been dismembered thousands of times by mortals, and even though the evil power of Nurgle has given them extraordinary recovery ability, it is of no use under such crazy ravages.

They crushed us mortals into unrecognizable minced meat.

The followers of Nurgle once controlled these humble mortals with food and fear, until this power backfired on them, and they experienced firsthand how much power these mortals they despised could unleash.

The revelry of the Underhive residents did not end with the slaying of the Nurgle followers; they vented their resentment at the coercion they had suffered. Fortunately, Leon dispatched the Astartes to maintain order. With the Emperor's angels present, the revelry was kept within acceptable limits.

"Without firing a single shot, this victory is far greater than anything we have ever achieved on this planet before."

Amidel, who was beside Leon, sighed.

"That's inseparable from the reputation we built up earlier."

Leon didn't completely agree with Amidel's statement. He turned his gaze to the mortal who took the lead and said, "And the vision of those knowledgeable people."

He helped the mortal to his feet and handed him a box full of protein bars. "Come and help us distribute the protein bars. This is a reward that everyone here deserves. By the way, what's your name?"

The person who took the protein bar raised his eyes and looked at Leon.

"My name is Neos, sir."

He replied, "Nyos."

Chapter 142: Captain Neos.

The name scared Li Ang. He had just asked casually, but he turned his head again and looked the man up and down, inside and out.

In a corner unknown to many, the Emperor erased the history of him boasting and picking up girls under the pseudonym Neos during the Dark Age of Technology. However, Li Ang's ancestors were legitimate high-dimensional people, so of course he had heard of this apocryphal scripture, whose authenticity was difficult to distinguish.

Neos is the Emperor, this is the principle of regression!

He stared at the man for a long time, but no matter how he looked at him, he felt that he was just an ordinary person.

The population of the Warhammer world is in the trillions, so having duplicate names is quite common. It's not surprising that there's just an ordinary person named Neos here.

After all, there is a planet called Erebus in the Extreme Star Region.

But I still have to confirm it.

"Nyos...that's a good name."

Leon patted the man's shoulder. The other person looked normal, and there was no sign of the world soul being expelled from Amidel after coming into contact with Leon.

This at least shows that the other party is not possessed by the yellow-skinned man.

"I can tell you're a learned person, not like a native of the Bottom Nest, but I never ask about your origins."

As Leon spoke, he pulled up the weak colonel and gestured for them to shake hands.

Colonel William shook hands with Neos, but there was no sign of the plague in him being cured.

This situation is far different from the little girl who was possessed by the Emperor during the Plague War.

But think about it, ever since he sat on the toilet, the yellow-skinned guy has been fond of playing female roles, so how could he just put on the skin of an ordinary uncle and come down?

Maybe it's just a coincidence of having the same name, so don't take it too seriously.

Leon felt a little relieved. Although what he was planning could eventually lead to the great cause of reviving mankind, he didn't intend to deal with that thing that he didn't know whether it was a human or a god so early.

"Colonel, you come from the Planetary Defense Force and should have learned basic military drills. I don't expect these people to become excellent soldiers, but I hope they won't just be cannon fodder when they go to the battlefield."

William understood what Leon meant: "You want to turn them into an army?"

"exactly."

"But we don't need so many just to deal with the bottom nest..."

"Colonel, if you'd paid attention, you would have noticed that we haven't received any supplies from above for several days. Our target isn't just the Base Nest. In fact, the Base Nest is probably the cleanest place in this hive right now."

The colonel's expression first shifted to confusion, then fear, and finally to relief. Leon didn't want to delve into his thoughts. He turned to Neos and said, "As for you, Neos. As long as you are willing to devote yourself to our cause, we can become the best of comrades."

"My pleasure, my lord."

Neos lowered his head again, "I just don't know what I can do?"

"Since you are the first to step forward, I have decided that you will be the leader of this newly formed armed force and continue to lead these bottom nest residents in the right direction."

Li Ang encouraged him, "Don't worry about not being able to do it. You just need to serve as a spiritual symbol. Of course, you can also learn command from the colonel. This will be beneficial to you later."

Leon briefly laid out the general direction for the rest of the trip. He signaled for the colonel to rest, then summoned representatives from each regiment, asking them to join him and Neos in distributing the protein bars to the refugees.

The presence of the Emperor's Angel lent the distribution a divine air of grace, and when the inhabitants actually received their food, they cheered with even greater enthusiasm than before.

Leon knew what that look was called.

It's called hope.

"I don't understand why this is happening."

Lancelot complained quietly in the communication channel.

Unlike other Chapter Masters who had already witnessed Leon's methods, this Black Templar did not have a positive view of the residents of the Underhive. "They are just a group of refugees who once followed the cultists to commit evil."

"The coin is only as good as how it's used. These Underhives will be a help to us."

"If they surrender to us so easily, how can we trust them not to turn against us when faced with those evil things?"

"They are human beings. Human beings must first be able to satisfy their survival needs before they can have higher aspirations."

Leon explained: "As long as we can ensure their food and clothing, they will naturally be inclined towards a brighter cause. Human nature is always like this, Lancelot. Everyone has two sides."

These questions might be difficult for a boy who had been chosen to join the Black Templars at the age of ten to understand. Lancelot wanted to ask something else, but Leon's hand had already touched a poor resident who had been stained with pus while attacking Nurgle's followers.

The refugee had already developed blisters on his body, but this slight evil power of Nurgle was dispelled by Leon's physique the moment he touched it.

He looked at his body in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he had returned to normal, but Leon had already passed him and moved on to the next person.

Lancelot held his breath and followed Leon respectfully without any doubt.

This effect was not what Leon wanted. However, after being pointed out some of the essence by Black Dragon, Leon found that he had become more and more proficient in using his physique.

However, this dispelling effect was limited to those believers who were less severely corrupted. For those who were more severely corrupted, their lives were deeply bound to the evil power of the Warp. Dispelling the evil power from them would be like taking their lives away. Even Leon could only give them a quick death as a final mercy.

Fortunately, they had already established enough prestige, and this practice of killing individual targets did not cause a commotion. Instead, it was like the so-called witches being burned at the stake in the Middle Ages, which made everyone even more fanatical.

It's hard to say whether this is good or bad, but it at least makes it a lot easier for them to integrate these refugees.

While distributing protein bars, Leon also completed the headcount. He collected the data summarized by the Astartes and found that there were 350,000 people in this group.

Among them, there are about 300,000 people who know where the trigger is and can use the weapon as soon as they get it.

This number is not large for the entire Underhive, but it is enough to meet the standard of a cannon fodder regiment of the Astra Militarum.

The strength of the Imperial Guard's regiments ranges from a few thousand to hundreds of thousands of men - this depends mainly on whether they are elite armored regiments or just cannon fodder used to fill the line.

Together with the several planetary defense forces that the governor had previously transferred to them, Leon will have 350,000 mortals serving as auxiliary troops.

The remaining bottom nest residents who have not been reformed are not trustworthy when facing demons. Considering the scarcity of remaining military forces on the planet, Leon does not seek to mobilize more bottom nest residents.

As long as he could fully arm the current manpower, Li Ang felt that he had the capital to fight against whatever evil the butler had attracted.

Although the equipment of the Planetary Defense Force, the only one that can be considered an army among these people, is inferior to that of the cannon fodder of the Astra Militarum, not to mention the 300,000 bottom nest residents who do not even have complete equipment.

But Li Ang never worried about the quantity of equipment.

After all, he has a... rather special assistant.

PS: What do you think would be a more appropriate name for this group of mortals in the bottom nest?

Chapter 143 Weapons.

The colonel and Neos followed Leon's instructions and went to the weapons workshop to collect weapons.

Those bottom nest residents who knew how to use weapons were reorganized and trained for three days. Their high obedience allowed them to learn basic discipline and skills - at least they no longer shot their comrades when shooting.

As for the remaining bottom nest residents who have never touched weapons before, they still need more time for training. However, they will soon join the battlefield one after another.

With the help of Felynx's advance reconnaissance, Leon has already found out the situation of part of the lower nest and the middle nest.

Traces of demons have appeared in the middle nest. They wantonly toy with unarmed civilians and drag them into their altars, using the civilians' souls in exchange for more powerful warp power.

The remaining planetary defense forces were still guarding the upper nest. They watched the tragedy unfold and turned a blind eye to the situation in the middle nest.

If the steward was behind this, what about the planetary governor? Didn't he know that the chaotic evil power that grew in the sacrifice would eventually drag down those who stood by and watched?

Either the planetary governor was a puppet of the butler, or the governor was just pretending to be stupid but actually had other plans. Leon was more inclined to the latter.

No matter what the governor's plan was, Leon could not ignore the situation in Zhongchao like him.

Three days of preparation were sufficient, and the iron and blood of the battlefield would help him complete the final training. That was why he assigned the Colonel and Neos to go to his assistant to obtain weapons for the residents of the Bottom Nest.

Sweat trickled down the colonel's spine into his waistband, but the nervous colonel didn't even dare breathe. He stared at the three-meter-tall red giant before him, a sense of crisis rising within him.

No matter how I look at this "apprentice" of Li Ang in front of me, I feel that the style is not right.

Although I heard that members of the Mechanicus love to modify their bodies...but isn't the size of this giant who hides his body under the red Him a bit too exaggerated?

William's eyes swept over the weapons made by the mechanical priest. Unlike the usual exquisite weapons of the Mechanicus, which were stained with incense and holy oils, the metal monster on the workbench looked like a deformed child born by stuffing a Gatling gun into a bazooka.

There were three creepy barbs welded to its barrel, and the colonel even suspected that the weapon would kill its user before it could fire.

"Is this the weapon we're going to use next?"

he asked uncertainly.

"What the hell are you trembling for?" Xie Ri spat out sulfur-smelling saliva. He extended his hook-like nails from his red robe and poked the colonel's breastplate. "You little shrimp, you're not even as loud as my fart!"

"But this weapon..."

Looking at the exposed green arm, William didn't dare to delve into it.

"How do you use this thing?"

"Call it the 'Bang Bang Bang Cannon'!"

Even though the underlying principles had become more scientific, Xie Ri clearly couldn't let go of the wasteland style unique to Orcish weapons: "See? This is how you hit! Why do you always use that... that manual?"

He pulled out half of the "Imperial Weapons Operating Manual" that Leon had given him earlier from behind his butt. The yellow pages were stained with oil. "Bah! It's so nasty that it would even sting my hemorrhoids!"

William's nostrils were filled with the stench of burning scrap metal. He didn't dare express his dissatisfaction, but Neos, beside him, had already taken over the booming cannon.

He kicked the butt of the gun, causing the gear that served as the safety pin to pop out. Then he hammered the bolt, cocking the weapon. The six barrels began to spin furiously under his control, the heat vents roaring like a dying beast, and the sudden hail of bullets ripped apart the ironworks walls.

The colonel stared in amazement at Neos, who had mastered the controls in just one try. Xie Ri, however, clapped his hands and laughed heartily. He patted Neos's shoulder vigorously and said, "You're awesome, kid! I like you! You're going to be a very powerful man in the future!"

“This thing is really exciting.”

Neos agreed, his finger moving away from the smoking trigger. The barrel was now a fiery red, but the colonel noticed that he was completely unharmed. "At least the firepower is strong."

"That's right! A good weapon must be able to sing! The crazier you are, the more powerful this weapon will be!"

The colonel still couldn't accept it. Even though Xie Ri had pioneered the use of safety pins in Orc weapons, this thing was still too advanced for him: "Are we going to take these into the battlefield? They look too unreliable!"

"It's loud enough, it's powerful enough! This is true art! This is what you need to kill those howlers!"

Xie Ri emphasized, "You rotten pieces of metal who can't even make a fart cry are not even worthy of being called scrap metal in front of me!"

He opened the warehouse, revealing a warehouse full of weapons.

"Come with me and take away all this scrap metal!"

Xie Ri said as he tossed them a bucket of paint made from blood and rust. "Don't forget to paint them red! Although my second brother said yellow is more explosive, I think red will make the bullets go faster!"