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

Malik had no intention of delaying any further: "Just like we did before."

His figure was the first to disappear into the shadows like melted asphalt. Led by the Midnight Lord, the two men moved in a circuitous manner from the edge of the battlefield to the front-line command post where Leon was.

Aside from the frontline defenders, the only people entering and leaving the vast battlefield were logistics personnel. Malik was dissatisfied with the relaxed security: "We don't need to take action. Any wizard who comes here and summons something can cause unrest."

"They're not even the Astra Militarum."

Efron understands this very well.

"That's not a reason."

Malik rolled into the wall of the command post and found a ventilation hole. The two of them followed the ventilation duct to the ceiling of the command post and soon locked onto the central command room.

Two Astartes were on duty at the command room's entrance, each wielding a shield and a sword, though their designs differed markedly from the storm shields and power swords commonly worn by the Sword Guards. A Librarian and an Inquisitor were also in the maintenance room further away, seemingly exchanging information regarding the ritual.

However, these weren't the opponents they had to consider when they sneaked in. Looking down from the ceiling, they found that the huge command post contained only two mechanical priests with their backs to them. One of them was concentrating on issuing dispatch orders to the troops, while the other, who looked taller, was standing aside, apparently fiddling with some weapon.

The Red He of the Mechanicus has the ability to isolate and scan, but Efron still judged the situation of these two people based on his own experience.

"The one in command is our target. By killing him, we can turn this battle into a greater test."

Efron continued to confirm the situation. "But that big guy next to him doesn't look formidable. He's probably a pursuer who's undergone a complete transformation. He's probably the sage's bodyguard. If we can't take him out immediately, we'll be overwhelmed by his firepower."

Malik flicked his wrist, and the disintegration field on his lightning claw was covered with galvanic energy that could paralyze machinery.

"Leave that big guy to me."

His eyes flashed with bloodthirstiness: "Weakness is their original sin. Let us eliminate these weaklings and make the empire stronger than when we arrived!"

The two of them exchanged one last look, and then Efron kicked open the ceiling, and the two men flew towards their respective targets.

Malik was the fastest among all the people. With a sneer on his face, he stabbed his lightning claws into the target's body from behind.

"It's over, slaves of metal!"

He had intended to use this as a declaration of finality, but the feeling of lightning claws piercing his flesh and blood made him feel something was wrong.

Could it be that the level of transformation of this three-meter-tall pursuer is not that high yet?

But the plan remained unwavering. He activated the galvano, intending to disable the pursuer's mechanical implants. A terrifying display of sparks and smoke erupted from the mechanical priest's body. However, he did not become incapacitated as Malik had anticipated.

The "Mechanical Priest" slowly turned, his red hood ripped apart by the electric current, revealing a ferocious green face beneath. His fangs bared, his eyes burning with furious rage. His mechanical implants emitted black smoke from the galvanic attack, but that didn't diminish his combat effectiveness in the slightest.

"Orcs?!"

Malik screamed.

Chapter 147: No problem, our gang’s comradeship.

The Midnight Lord, who always relied on surprise attacks to win, never expected that one day his own surprise would defeat his own goal.

They speculated that Leon was hiding some little secret from those weapons that appeared inexplicably, but the scientific nature of those weapons under their orc-like appearance made them rule out the possibility that these were orc weapons.

After all, it is unheard of that humans can use orc weapons on a large scale.

But unexpectedly, this was actually the correct answer—the orc was really wearing the red robe of the Mechanicus and making weapons for humans!

Malik had no intention of delving into why the orc who was still in the sky suddenly appeared here at this moment. He just wanted to pull out his lightning claws and readjust his stance as soon as possible.

But Xie Ri tensed his muscles and stuck the lightning claws, which had not activated the decomposition stance, in his body.

"You little shrimp!"

The master roared, his voice like thunder, "Do you think your little tricks can handle me?"

Relying on his own toughness, Xie Ri reached out and was about to hammer the immobilized Night Lord into a can of St. Giles. At this critical moment, Malik could only proactively remove the lightning claw still embedded in the orc's body and retreat.

He looked back and found that the attack launched by Efron was completely blocked by a strange shield on Leon's body. The Astartes outside the door who had noticed the movement had rushed in, holding swords and shields, slowly approaching them.

He remembered his initial confidence and realized that their goal was not as easy to achieve as they had initially thought.

Orcs, Mechanical Priests, and the approaching Astartes...

What kind of weird combination is this?

How did their plan suddenly turn out like this?

This combination, which even the Lord of Change could not figure out, made Efron and Malik stop blaming each other. Efron swung his sword and slashed at the shield-wielding Astartes who was approaching him, but his proud Caliban swordsmanship had no effect. Instead, he was staggered by the opponent's red-glowing shield.

Malik, without a Lightning Claw, was left struggling. Originally designed for close combat, this weapon was now useless after his sneak attack failed. The master, a disciple of Leon, unleashed a dozen weapons, the fierce flames he spewed nearly driving the Night Lord off the ground.

"Run, little shrimp! Let's see how long you can jump!"

Amid the wild laughter of the orcs, Malik was pressed back to back with Efron, who was also forced into a desperate situation. These two veterans who had been together since the Great Rebellion never thought that they would be trapped in a desperate situation in such an operation.

"What should we do now?!"

Efron asked loudly.

"What else can we do? Cause some damage and then run!"

The blockade of the two Astartes was not enough to block all the escape routes, and the Night Lords dropped several smoke bombs to interfere with the vision.

He injected the remaining current into the Thinker, which was responsible for monitoring the battlefield situation, ensuring that the Thinker's systems could not function normally for a short period of time. Then he grabbed the Fallen Angel and the two of them rushed out.

But soon, angry curses were heard from outside the door.

"Fuck Jianqi, what the hell is this!"

The electric current containing the electronic virus stimulated by the trap was injected into the power armor. Although this did not paralyze their power backpacks, the two people who stepped into the trap found that all the auxiliary equipment on their power armor had shut down.

Malik took off his helmet angrily. He looked at the fog he created and found that it had become someone else's home ground.

——A group of cat-like aliens sneaked towards them through the fog and threw barrels of explosives at them at a close enough distance.

The specially reduced charge barrels did not kill the two assassins, but they still knocked them unconscious.

At this point, Efron no longer cared about exposing his identity: "Where's Koda! Let Koda take us back!"

He placed his hopes on the wizards in the warband, hoping that they would be able to open a teleportation channel for him and Malik to evacuate directly.

But Koda, who had always delivered the raid commander's orders accurately, was now as silent as death. Not even his voice could be heard in their minds, let alone opening the transmission channel.

For a moment, Efron was completely desperate.

He was bombed while crouching on Caliban, and after the explosion, he was mistaken for a fallen angel and hunted down by his former brothers. He wandered in the Eye of Terror for hundreds of years, only to die at the hands of such a group of weirdos. How could his life be such a joke?

But Malik, standing by, hadn't given up struggling yet. He reached out and helped Efron up: "It's not time to give up yet."

This remark rekindled Efron's faith. He realized that this Night Lord, who usually bickered with him, was an expert at hiding in the shadows. "Do you have a way to evacuate?"

"I have my own."

Malik replied.

Efron was stunned, and before he could react to what Malik meant, he was pushed out by Malik.

Efron then remembered that before these Midnight Lords became experts in covert operations, they were a group of scum with no honor or bottom line.

"Malik!"

He roared, "You schemed against me!"

“This is the best solution right now.”

Taking advantage of the moment when the pursuers' attention was drawn to Efron, Malik disappeared into the shadows. His voice and his figure became erratic: "If I leave first, I will have a chance to rescue you. If I get caught, then we're really finished."

"Don't try to fool me with this, Malik! I fuck your dad!"

"You can do whatever you want. Anyway, my father and we have never had a good relationship."

The Night Lords' nonchalant attitude made Efron feel like he had punched cotton. He continued to curse, but there was no response from Malik.

He could only stare as the Great Gigabyte and his pack of Felynx approached him. The other party's strange laughter made the knight close his eyes in humiliation. He didn't even need to imagine, he already knew his next fate.

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Leon looked at Efron, who was tied up by Xie Ri, with great interest.

Xie Ri handed over the Space Marine, whose power armor had been removed, like offering a treasure. Leon could clearly see that there was no trace of Chaos corruption on his body.

"You did a good job."

Li Ang was not stingy with his praise: "I'll teach you a few more tricks later."

Xie Ri, oblivious to his injuries, danced with joy. However, Leon dismissed him for the time being. By the time Fratilena and Isaga arrived, Xie Ri had already disguised himself as an ordinary Mechanic Priest.

"You were aware of this assassination attempt?"

Reina realized something.

"A traitor's methods are never difficult to guess."

Hearing the word "traitor", Efron snorted in contempt.

"A sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus actually secretly raised an alien, and the Imperial Fists and the Inquisitors are also in your league? What qualifications do you have to call me a traitor?"

"I prefer to call it a scientific demonstration experiment."

Leon replied.

"And how can an Astartes who joined a Chaos warband still have the right to criticize me?"

Efron held his head high, not believing he had betrayed the Emperor, and in his heart he held the moral high ground. However, he also did not intend to reveal his true identity, so he simply held his head high and remained silent.

The story of the aliens being raised caught Reina's attention. She hadn't known that so many of the weapons were provided by the orcs, so she was very interested in finding out. Isaga, who knew everything about this, gave Leon a wary look, but Leon shook his head, signaling him not to be nervous.

"We must first find out the details of this traitor."

He said.

Reina's attention was drawn to this more important matter. "I'll prepare the torture tools."

"No need."

Leon looked at this Astartes who didn't know which chapter he came from, "I have some experience in this area."

Ever since he learned that the inquisitor who sacrificed himself in the bottom nest was guided by others to the path of the Isstvan sect, Leon had a rough judgment on this group of traitorous Astartes with ambiguous actions.

Guiding the chaotic ritual, yet also luring them to discover the ritual's anomalies. This back-and-forth behavior seemed unpredictable, but Leon knew that this group of people would continue to disrupt the situation.

He used some things that ordinary people had never seen before as his trump cards, and the other party was indeed lured into these traps.

But his original target was the Night Lord, but now he captured someone from some unknown legion.

It wasn't surprising for a Night Lord to have non-Night Lord allies around him. Ever since the Chaos forces fled into the Eye of Terror, and most Legions effectively disbanded, the warbands formed by various warlords had become a hodgepodge of individuals from various factions. However, considering their goals, this individual clearly couldn't be from one of the most corrupted Legions.

Facing the Inquisitor's curious gaze, Leon asked tentatively, "Are you here for the Imperial Fists?"

Efron doesn't respond, it seems he's not an Iron Warrior.

Leon thought about it, then he leaned close to the other person's ear and whispered, "I am Alpharius."

Efron's expression was obviously surprised. He looked at Leon with doubt and thought for a long time before realizing that this was just a pretense: "You know quite a lot."

Li Ang was very satisfied with his reaction: "It seems that you do have some connection with those elusive guys."

"That's all I have to say."

Efron didn't want to talk anymore: "You're not going to get any more information from me."

"It's hard to say."

Leon said, he stood up and motioned Isaga, who was holding the priest's staff, to come forward.

Efron didn't understand, but the next moment, Leon's words made his expression change drastically.

"Isaga, make him repent!"

Cold sweat immediately flowed down Efron's face. Isaga, who was holding the priest's staff, did not understand the special meaning of these words, but Efron was already struggling frantically.

"I am a loyal guard of the Empire. What are you doing? Let me go. I don't want to sleep in a bunk bed with Luther!"

Fratilena and Isaga looked at each other in confusion. They didn't understand why just one sentence could make the traitor in front of them so upset.

After struggling for a while, Efron realized that there were no Dark Angels present. He stopped struggling, but he was deeply apprehensive about this Mechanicus Sage who somehow knew the little secret of their Legion.

"Knowing too much is dangerous."

He warned: "If you hand me over to those people, they will definitely investigate you thoroughly as well!"

"You think I'm afraid of this?"

"Goo."

Efron simply closed his eyes and made a gesture of waiting for death: "Kill me!"