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

"As long as you cooperate, I don't have any such plans for the time being."

Tom, wearing an engineering hat, approached Leon. He tugged at Leon's trouser leg to indicate that the previously disabled Thinker system had been repaired. Leon turned back and opened the Thinker, and the battlefield situation was once again presented to everyone with a cascade of data.

The situation is not optimistic.

Leon wasn't a professional sage commander, but the data officer's role in assisting the battlefield was undeniable. Previously, under his command, the Underhive army had been able to hold their own against the demons and the Corrupted Guard, but after his command was interrupted, the situation tilted in favor of the demons in just over ten minutes.

But the people of the Bottom Nest did not give up. Led by Neos, they still stubbornly held the defense line. No matter how many casualties they suffered, they did not retreat at all.

Leon motioned Efron to look at the battlefield and asked, "Isn't this enough to demonstrate human courage?"

Efron fell silent. Even for an Astartes, this scene was enough to move him.

He hadn't always agreed with the idea of ​​eliminating the weak to make the empire stronger, but as someone who could no longer walk in the sun, he felt this was one of his few opportunities to continue contributing to the empire.

He and his companions served as trials for the Emperor in action after action, but so few were recognized by their warband leaders that most operations ultimately ended in one-sided slaughter.

In this, their warband's largest operation to date, he saw the extraordinary brilliance of these Underhive people.

"When did you find out?"

Efron asked.

"In the Inquisitor's journal. A fellow who was led astray by the Isstvan sect. I suppose your warband leader was his guide."

Leon returned to Efron and took the initiative to help Efron remove the restraints.

"They've already demonstrated their determination to pass this damn trial. If your leader truly wants the trial and not just to satisfy his own selfish desires, then he should know it's time to back off."

"Pain doesn't create true warriors; it only creates a group of walking corpses who are numb to pain. Only by giving people hope can they have the courage to move forward."

"Tell your warband leader to stop using these ridiculous bloodletting gimmicks. If we can unite as one despite the encirclement of our enemies, there's no need for external forces to create internal strife!"

Efron stretched his stiff wrist, and he exchanged a last glance with Leon, realizing that there was a blazing fire in the eyes of this Mechanicus sage.

"Is that all you want me to tell him?"

He confirmed.

"Of course, you can also tell your warband leader that if he doesn't cooperate, I will hunt him down to the ends of the earth."

Li Ang did not make any threatening gestures. He just explained calmly, as if he was stating some obvious facts.

"I keep my word."

Chapter 148: The Great Devil: Collapse and Escape.

Normally, such a threat to an Astartes would have seemed ridiculous, but Efron didn't dare take it lightly. He took two steps back. "I'll take the message home."

Leon waved his hand and let the fallen angel leave.

"We're just going to let him go like that?"

Frady Lena was a little bit unbelievable.

Leon's earlier conversation with Efron had left her bewildered. The only information she could gather was that this group of traitorous Astartes was connected to the traitorous Inquisitor. Logically, they should have followed this lead and tortured him, but Leon had let him go.

"You should have let me try the psychic brain search."

Isaga also felt a little regretful, but he did not share the same objection as the Inquisitor.

"We've come this far, so there's nothing wrong with letting them go. They're not on the same side as Chaos. Whatever the warband leader thinks, it won't affect our ability to deal with these demons."

"So what about the cooperation you mentioned?"

"I just want to see if they have acknowledged reality and if they are sincere."

Leon regrouped the artillery and assigned firing parameters to the artillerymen. With him taking over command again, the final round of artillery fire eased the pressure on the Underhive's defense and cleared the obstacles in front of the advancing Astartes.

"We've done what we need to do here. Let's go and work with Kurland and the others to put an end to this chaotic farce."

-

The artillery fire that had become uniform again made Aiash unhappy.

Half an hour ago, the sudden chaos in the command and loose artillery fire of the Undernesters gave Aishe an opportunity. He was determined to take advantage of this time to completely defeat the Undernesters.

Although the Underhives withstood the charge of the magic and corrupted defense forces with heavy casualties, they were also at the end of their strength. Just when Ayesh was about to give them a final blow, the other side suddenly recovered their command and caught Ayesh off guard.

This also made him realize one thing: "Those traitor Astartes have failed."

The half-hour chaos showed that the two traitor Astartes had indeed caused some trouble to the other side, but the other side was still able to continue commanding, which meant that the actions of the two men did not endanger the other side's life.

Makkachen, standing by, also felt regretful: "The idea is right, but is it still too weak?"

This hive-level riot was launched by the planetary governor's meager forces, despite the Empire's inaction. In the past, if a major planet erupted in turmoil, hundreds of thousands of troops would not have been enough to fill the gap.

Although it was this point that Ayesh valued and caused the unrest, the chaotic world that he relied on to gain power became a shackle when he dealt with Leon.

When neither psychic energy nor the existence of the warp could threaten the target, the tens of thousands of corrupted defense forces they had were obviously unable to pose any threat to the enemy.

But they did not gain nothing in this half hour.

"It doesn't matter."

Ayesh calmed himself. "We've already caused enough casualties in the past half hour. Whether or not we've eliminated the Mechanical Priest, you'll be able to reappear."

As a steward, Ayesh had certainly heard of the Soulless. These beings, with their ability to suppress psychic energy, were indeed formidable, but if they were few in number, a sufficiently powerful psychic could still tear them to shreds.

Even if the Mechanical Priest is indeed a little weird, how can he resist the power of the Great Demon?

"of course."

Markatchen doesn't deny it: "But I need something else."

"what?"

"The souls of the believers who performed the ritual."

For a moment, Aiash suspected that he had misheard. He looked at Makachen again and found that this Lord of Change was extremely serious about this act of devouring the entire family.

"Is this part of the plan?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, nothing is out of plan. If anything, it's just part of another plan."

What does that have to do with eating out the entire family?

Aiyeshi tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart: "I will arrange it."

The demon chuckled and helped Ayesh open a teleportation rift. Ayesh stepped into the rift and in an instant arrived at the corrupted state church.

This place had long since lost the solemnity of serving the Emperor, instead embodying the chaos and disorder of Tzeentch's nature. The Imperial Eagle atop the cathedral was devouring its own wings, while the Cherubim, circling the dome, hummed like a crying infant. Outside the cathedral, the crackle of bolter fire could be heard approaching, but a group of worshippers remained oblivious, kneeling on the ground and chanting aloud the "Ecclesiarchy's Doctrine" written backwards.

"The time has come!"

Ayesh raised his hands high. "Let us offer the souls of these foolish mortals to the great Lord of Change and pray for his messenger to come!"

-

When Kurland led his troops into the church, the first thing they saw was the indigo phosphorescent fire oozing out from the cracks in the Emperor's holy statue.

"This is blasphemy!"

Lancelot was like an enraged lion, he wanted to charge into the church with his sword in hand, but was stopped by Kurland.

"It looks like the ceremony has already begun. We must be more cautious before Isaga and the others arrive."

Armidale led his brothers forward, the shield-wielding warriors forming an advancing line. Several demons lurking on either side of the church leaped out from the shadows, but unable to break through the shields, they were quickly slain by the Astartes, turning into ash that dissipated into the air.

Thorne was somewhat envious of these shields: "Perhaps we should ask Leon if he can equip us with some of these equipment as well."

But that was all later. After mopping up the last remaining resistance outside the church, they entered the already corrupted church. The interior was surprisingly devoid of enemies. Kurland's gaze swept over the lifeless figures lying on the ground. These twisted and deformed Chaos followers bore no visible injuries. He knew without hesitation what had drained their souls.

"Pathetic Chaos lackey."

he whispered.

In contrast to these sacrificed Chaos cultists, the church was filled with a thick, corrupt atmosphere. Even those not members of the Think Tank felt the inexplicable pull at the center of the church.

The group hurried through the corridor and arrived at the center of the church. Ayesh was the only one left in the vast prayer room. Beside him was a massive vortex forming. Within it, a large figure could be vaguely seen.

Kurland was not unfamiliar with this. This feeling was exactly the same as when he summoned the big demon in the bottom nest more than ten days ago!

"Ayesh!"

He roared, "You betrayed the Emperor and deceived us. Now you attempt to summon a demon?"

"Betrayal, deception?"

Ayesh turned around with a sneer. Now that the summoning was complete, he no longer feared this group of Astartes.

"What really deceived you was your blind loyalty to the false emperor!"

Not wanting to hear any of this, Kurland raised his hand and fired a grenade from his pistol, but unfortunately the bullet was blocked by Ayesh's psychic shield.

Realizing that long-range weapons could not defeat the opponent, he led the other Astartes to rush to the center of the church, trying to stop the ceremony.

But it was too late. As all the souls were sacrificed to the being at the center of the vortex, the vortex suddenly expanded. A powerful psychic shock wave swept through the entire church, knocking the Space Marines back several steps.

"The false emperor's lackeys also want to stop the spread of truth?"

Ayesh remained committed to spreading his Word of Chaos: "You weave faith with lies and rule all beings with fear! You claim to be the Emperor's angels, yet you cast countless souls into the furnace of war! However, it is thanks to your blind loyalty that I was able to complete the ritual with the death of the Underbrood."

He spread his hands as if embracing the entire planet: "Now, let us offer everything to the Lord of Change!"

The light that summoned the demon dissipated at his call, and a tall figure appeared in the center of the church. He was wearing indigo armor covered with twisted runes and constantly rotating eyes.

When his gaze swept over the Astartes present, they all converged in unison, following his will. Those seemingly tangible gazes converged, making every Space Marine feel oppressed and in danger.

Kurland's previous knowledge of the Great Demon was limited to the failed summoning ritual in the Underhive. Although he had been wary of the Great Demon, the Lord of Change, severely beaten by Leon, had not yet revealed his true strength. Now that Leon was no longer present, the Lord of Change could finally fully unleash himself.

"Finally! What a sweet soul!"

Makachen was very satisfied with the sacrificial ceremony, but when he touched his face, his satisfaction suddenly turned into rage.

"Why aren't all these souls enough to mend my wounds?!"

His face, the one-third of it chopped off by the axe, remained incomplete. Even though the ritual had elevated his strength to a whole new level, his face hadn't improved at all, as if that part of his face was meant to be nothing.

Kurland realized that the big demon in front of him was the one who was severely injured by Leon before, and he immediately felt a lot more relaxed.

Lancelot roared beside him, and the Black Templar charged at the Great Demon with absolute courage. But the Great Demon simply waved his staff, and the indigo psychic energy radiating from the ever-changing gemstone at the top of the staff sent him flying.

"Don't rush to die. I still have plenty of time to appreciate your futile struggles."

The furious Great Demon was in no hurry to deal with these Astartes. However, Ayesh, who was waiting to be promoted to Demon Prince, was getting impatient: "Hurry up and get rid of them!"

The demon just hummed noncommittally: "I'm doing it."

The Astartes scattered, seeking cover as they launched their attack on the Lord of Change. But in his home turf, where the power of the Warp was so strong, the laws of the physical world were but clay that the Great Daemon could easily mold.

With just a light tap, he embedded the Astartes hiding behind the cover into the stone chips. Those Astartes attacking from a distance were also forced back by his magic flames.

Only the Astartes who tried to engage in close combat caused him some trouble. He knocked away Thorne who attacked him while he was casting a spell, but the real killer move was Armidel who attacked after Thorne.

His sword penetrated the psychic barrier of the Ever-Changing Demon Lord, but the demon took advantage of the moment when the sword's force was blocked to dodge the downward blow by turning sideways.

Makkachen noticed this particular Astartes and frowned: "There's a familiar aura about you..."

But now was not the time to delve into it. He looked up at the dome. Even though he couldn't see outside, he already had a sense that someone was coming.

The Changeling Demon Lord felt a little regretful: "This is the only way to go."

Aiash was stunned. Looking at the mutilated face of the Lord of Change, his sense of crisis began to rise sharply.

"What do you mean by 'we've come this far'? According to our agreement, I sacrificed my soul to summon you to the mortal realm, and you must kill at least ninety-nine Astartes to elevate me to the rank of Demon Prince!"

Makkachen spread his hands out, unconcerned with Ayesh's questioning.

"That's true, but I can't guarantee that I can defeat these Astartes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sent away another team of Astartes who were trying to attack.

This is called being unable to win?

Aiyesh demanded, "How could you not win?!"

"We don't have a standard for whether we can win, right?"

If Leon died in the sneak attack of the two Space Marines, then Makachen naturally would not mind killing ninety-nine relatively weaker Astartes and promoting Iesh to the position of Demon Prince.

But Leon was still alive, and killing ninety-nine of them was enough time for him to get here.

The Lord of Changes, who still remembered how much harm that man had caused him before, would not stay here to fight head-on.