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

he whispered.

“We’re everywhere.”

-

"Suddenly another psychic reaction appeared, and then Ayesh's psychic reaction disappeared."

Isaga suddenly reported.

"It looks like someone has taken action."

Li Ang didn't find it strange.

"Could it be the person we let go before?"

Reina asked.

"I don't know, but it's very likely. Let's speed up."

The automatic defense device activated by the butler before entering delayed them for a moment. Fortunately, the other party had no intention of leaving. When Leon and his companions cautiously pushed open the door to the deepest secret room, the Astartes of the Alpha Legion was standing there, waiting for their arrival.

"Welcome, Magister Leon, and the sons of Dorne."

His voice was low and steady, revealing a sense of calm control. "You're a little slower than I expected."

"alpha."

Thorne cautiously walked to the front row, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Kurland's way. This veteran who had participated in the Battle of Pluto knew how difficult these opponents were: "You... no, you traitors, why are you here?"

As he spoke, the warriors who had come with Leon pointed their weapons at the traitors. Leon scanned the chamber and discovered that besides the Night Lords and Fallen Angels he had met before, there was also a Thousand Sons setting up a magic circle.

There is an unclosed Warp rift next to the Thousand Sons, and he appears to be modifying the destination of this rift.

Li Ang glanced at the fallen angel, who turned away awkwardly. However, this small interaction obviously couldn't change the overall tense situation between the two sides.

The situation seemed poised for a catastrophe, but the Alpha Legion soldier remained calm. He gestured to his teammates to lower their weapons and even had the Thousand Sons wizard pause on the modifications he was about to complete, demonstrating their sincerity in communicating: "Who determines the difference between loyalists and traitors?"

"Is it possible for someone who participated in a major rebellion to say such things?"

Kurland scolded.

"At least more qualified than those imperial troops who evacuated Covenant Harbor."

Alpha shrugged and said, "What do you think loyalty is? An oath to the Emperor? Unconditional obedience to the Legion? Or blind obedience to a certain idea? Are those so-called 'loyalists' truly loyal? Or are they just bound by dogma and fear, blindly following a banner they don't understand?"

The sons of Dorne were clearly not well-versed in such philosophical speculation, but the other side's sincerity didn't seem to indicate a desire for direct combat. With their weapons raised, they stared at each other, unsure of what to do.

Fortunately, Leon stood up and took the conversation, very interested in this Alpha: "You think you are different?"

"Of course, at least we know exactly what we are doing."

Alpha's gaze fell on Leon. "I know you, Sage Leon. I've gathered some information about you through Maxim's channels. As a token of my sincerity, I'm willing to exchange some intelligence with you."

"I won't trade with Nobody."

"Yes, then let's use our identities as the opening remarks for this exchange."

He glanced at his teammates and introduced them, "We are the Expunged Warband. As for me... you can call me the Nobody."

"The one without substance?"

Li Ang confirmed.

"Indeed. Raid Commander of the Expunged Warband, Occam the Unsubstantial."

PS: The self-proclaimed loyal son of Hydra, Occam the Non-Existent.

Chapter 150 Occam: I Have A Plan.

An Alpha Legion soldier with his own name?

Li Ang found his title amusing: "Isn't that why I'm called the Truthless One because I don't tell the truth?"

"It's just that I know who to tell the truth to. If you want to survive among a group of traitors, you must be a bit scheming."

"And for us?"

"I will be absolutely transparent with the necessary information."

This was a very clever remark. Leon squinted his eyes and looked at him. After a moment, he turned around and faced Judge Reina.

"Ms. Inquisitor, I think we need some privacy next."

The Inquisitor looked at Leon with her head held high. It was obvious that she found it difficult to accept the situation where there was a secret right in front of her but she could not know it. However, due to the large group of Astartes around Leon, she nodded and left the room.

Thorne leaned over and said alertly: "We can't trust them. These traitors are not worthy of trust."

"But they do have something I'm interested in."

Responding to Thorne, Leon turned to Occam again: "Let's start with the basics. First, how did you know my information?"

“Not all of them.”

The other party replied, "I have been planning in the Solar Segmentum for a long time. To gather intelligence, I would conceal my identity and provide some of the primitive technologies I possess in exchange for benefits to those willing to acquire them. In return, they would become my unstable informants. In Maxim, my intelligence agent was a mechanical priest associated with the Titan Legion. She provided me with news of your arrival in Maxim. However, I have lost contact with her since then."

Mechanical Priest...is it Christina?

Leon thought of the other party's unique technique for reducing mental stress. Now it seems that the technique may have been derived from what this Alpha provided.

It was common for a priest who cared only about technology to acquire it from others. Furthermore, this Alpha explicitly mentioned that shortly after his arrival—presumably after his contact with Christina—Christina stopped providing him with intelligence.

Although it is not known whether this is true, it is enough to make Leon feel happy.

But, does it take a long time to plan?

Christina's rise to the head of the Titan Legion wasn't something that happened in the past ten years, which meant the enemy's plot might have begun ten years earlier. Considering he even managed to corrupt an Inquisitor, the timeline might have been even earlier. But...

"The final result of your plan is to allow them to summon demons in Covenant Harbor?"

Li Ang confirmed.

"No, I am planning a plan to save the empire."

Ockham answered calmly.

His answer seemed to shock the Astartes on Leon's side. These sons of Dorne could not understand what the connection was between summoning demons and saving the empire.

Kurland rebuked without hesitation: "How can those who only seek to corrupt others possibly save the empire? Discipline and principles are the source of our strength. We will never conspire with heretical forces!"

"There is a line between exploitation and complicity, Chapter Master. Can't you see how far this Empire has fallen?"

Occam spread his hands. "The beasts rose up over twenty years ago, flooding every sector, but the High Lords turned a blind eye. It wasn't until the beasts united that they sent out the Imperial Fists to resist—sorry, I forgot, it couldn't even be called resistance. Unaware of the orcs' immense power, they simply used them as a means to exclude those who dissidentified from them."

Kurland's eyes suddenly widened. He stared at Ockham with unspeakable surprise and anger in his eyes: "What do you mean...?"

"Literally, Chapter Master Kurland. The High Lords saw the beasts as a minor threat, capable of inflicting heavy damage on the Imperial Fists but insufficient to defeat the Imperial Fleet. They intended to use them to weaken the Fists' influence on Terra, but only realized the severity of the situation after the Fists were utterly destroyed... and thus the situation you see now."

Kurland didn't answer, his pupils constricted and his nostrils twitched rapidly. Leon could tell from his bulging temples that this Imperial Fists survivor was on the verge of exploding. He could only soothe him, "Kurland, don't take the traitor's words seriously."

"I am fine."

Kurland whispered in response, even though his hand had already clenched around the hilt of his power sword.

That was true, but Leon, who was trying to comfort Kurland, knew that the other party was not lying.

Occam's words revealed his disdain for the High Lords. If he wanted to alienate the High Lords from the Imperial Fists, he only needed to reveal the truth.

Leon could only take over the conversation, temporarily removing the situation from Occam's control: "Let's assume that what you said is true. Then what does this have to do with your summoning of the demon?"

"It's simple. Let the demons serve as the orcs' opponents. Orcs crave a fight, and as long as there's a fight, they don't care who they're fighting. Rather than letting humans be threatened by beasts and then watched by these evil spirits, it's better to bring these evil spirits to the forefront and let them serve as humanity's line of defense."

Let orcs and demons fight?

Even Leon had to admire the Alpha's brilliant ideas. From the perspective of thinking, orcs, who were extremely difficult to be corrupted by Chaos because they had their own local area network, were indeed the best opponents of the demons.

The demons could not draw strength from these orcs who only knew how to Waaaagh, but this ritual used the entire Covenant Port as a sacrifice site. The demons would certainly not give up this place easily until the remaining humans there were eaten up.

From a utilitarian perspective, this battle would undoubtedly delay the Orks for months, buying the Empire valuable time to adjust. The cost was simply a planet the Empire had already planned to abandon.

Anyway, even if these people are not surrendered to Chaos, they will be killed by the orcs, so why not do it?

But what about putting aside pure utilitarianism?

He raised his plasma pistol, and the Imperial Fists beside him raised their weapons in unison, aiming them at the Expunged Warband.

"Occam, I must admit that your logic is not entirely wrong, but at what cost? The civilians of the entire Covenant Port, and the Imperial Fists who came to Covenant Port? You schemed against us, and now you expect us to sit down and talk with you in peace?"

"What are you? A clown who thinks he can harness Chaos? If the power of Chaos grows beyond your control and transforms this planet into a demonic world, how will you be held accountable?"

Facing Leon's accusations, Occam remained calm: "I am just an ordinary man with two hearts beating for the Emperor."

This absurd statement obviously could not be accepted by the sons of Dorne. Lancelot had already drawn his sword and stepped forward, intending to duel with this traitor who insulted the Emperor.

But at this moment, the originally stable ground began to shake slightly. Kurland and Thorn, who had experienced this feeling before, immediately realized what caused this effect: "The orcs' battle moon has activated their gravity weapon!"

Fratilena, who had previously withdrawn, also rushed back in. She warned: "The orcs' battle moon has reached a very dangerous distance. If we don't evacuate quickly, most of us will be buried with the Port of Covenant!"

They had already achieved their goal of preventing Covenant Port from becoming a demon planet, and all that was left was to evacuate.

It would take several days for gravity weapons to completely destroy the terrain of a planet, but Leon and his team also had newly recruited bottom nest troops to take with them, so time was very tight for them.

"Then don't get entangled with them."

Li Ang made a decision: "Just kill them all!"

The sound of the bolters being released was clearly audible. Even if the enemy had the Night Lords and Alphas who were good at hiding, so many bolters firing at the same time would be enough to tear them all into pieces.

"Wait a moment."

Occam suddenly stopped, "You said you wanted to cooperate with me!"

"I usually keep my promises, but when someone is calculating from head to toe and doesn't see the value in something, I don't think it's necessary to keep my promises."

Leon responded coldly, then pulled the trigger. The Space Marines behind him joined in their fire, only to discover they had hit only a phantom.

"Koda!"

Occam, who had used a trick to delay time, shouted: "In order to let them see our value, let's finish it!"

Realizing the trick, the Sons of Dorne quickly turned their guns around, but Koda, who had completed the modification in just one move, was obviously faster than them.

As the destination of the rift was changed, the explosive bombs fired at Koda were swallowed by the portal, and everyone present could vaguely hear the wailing of orcs hit by explosive bombs coming from the other side of the rift.

Obviously, the purpose of this portal is not to escape.

"You may think I'm dangerous, but you can't deny my value."

Occam reappeared and pointed to the portal: "If you really have the courage and loyalty you claim, then join us in fighting on the moon. Together we will behead the orcs' WarBoss!"

-

Even though he seemed to be at ease, Occam knew that the initiative was not in his hands.

From the moment Leon, the Mechanical Priest, showed up in Covenant Port, his carefully prepared plan became a mess.

Everything was going well. They lured an inquisitor onto the right path, and the inquisitor volunteered to sacrifice himself to help them arrange the ceremony.

He raided the ship that the planetary governor of Covenant Port took when he fled from here, and with the help of Malik's skinning and the Thousand Sons wizard Koda of the Bright Feather School, he put on the governor's skin, disguised himself as the planetary governor, and returned to Covenant Port.

Under Occam's guidance, Steward Ayesh, a Tzeentch believer who thought he was in control of everything, disguised himself as a Nurgle believer and induced the Imperial Fists who arrived at the Covenant Port to help them eliminate the Nurgle believers as sacrifices.

Once the ritual is complete, the Tzeentchians summoned from Nurgle's followers will naturally massacre civilians, setting up a ritual to drag the entire planet into the warp.

——However, as long as he gave the Imperial Fists a little hint, this partially destroyed ritual would not have the evil power to drag the entire planet into the warp, but would only turn it into a demon planet existing in the world.

This is the effect he wants.

But who would have thought that this group of Imperial Fists, who he expected to be severely damaged, actually defeated the demons of the bottom nest with great momentum, and even mobilized many bottom nest people to launch an attack on the hive city above?

He could only adjust his plans. Fortunately, the Battle Moon was close enough that, with the help of the Thousand Sons sorcerers, who were adept with psychic powers, he could offer these Imperial Fists an irresistible offer.

Board and fight on the moon!

A gleam of light suddenly shone in Kurland's eyes. He looked toward the portal, as if he saw a chance for revenge. But Leon held him back. He gestured for Isaga to step forward, and Koda naturally gave up his position to Isaga for verification.

"The destination is indeed the Battle Moon..."

After using his psychic powers to investigate the situation, Isaga was a little surprised. "How did you do that?"

Ever since the boarding battle on the Abomination, Issaga had understood that the Orks' Waaagh! energy would distort the Warp. Without sufficient psykers to stabilize the transmission channel, any transmission targeting an Ork settlement would be disrupted or even backfire.

The Thousand Sons Wizard chuckled. "Some techniques that fools cannot understand, and some necessary sacrifices."

It turns out that by using the remaining psychic energy of Tzeentch's followers...

Thinking about how the psychic energy left by the mortals that the Tzeentch believers had previously played with had now become a help to the boarding orcs, Isaga shook his head silently.