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

He was unwilling to give up and wanted to try again, but the movement behind him made him turn back.

Armidel, holding the Soul Spear, stood behind him, pointing the tip of the spear at him.

"Your ambition ends here, Danyatus."

Danyatus stared at Armidale in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

The Soul Lance is a holy relic of the Second Legion, and only its bloodline can wield it. And the fact that Amidel can control it so easily means...

Danyatus had certainly imagined that he was not the only descendant of the Second Legion. Ever since he learned from the demons about the Second Legion's disbandment and its incorporation into the Seventh Legion, he had longed to find people who shared the same ideals as him.

But he didn't expect to meet his compatriots from the Second Legion here. They were even veterans who had returned from the Great Heresy!

No wonder their blood couldn't activate the Predator's Eye at all... But what were these veterans of the Second Legion, who had returned from the Heresy and might know history, doing back then? What did their presence on the Phalanx mean?

He was trembling all over, so excited that he could hardly contain himself.

"Join us, Armidale!"

He urgently extended an invitation to these veterans, "We are the real saviors, and we can lead mankind to true glory!"

A flicker of disgust flashed across Armidale's eyes. Those mutated Soul Drinkers reminded him of his unbearable days in the Legion. But at Leon's behest, he patiently asked, "What's the reason you're so sure?"

"Of course it's the Eye of the Predator. Our Gene Father is accumulating his power outside the galaxy. When he returns, the entire galaxy will welcome his true master. But waiting for that day is too long. We only need to open this subspace gate that connects to the outside of the galaxy to make that moment come faster!"

"And then, turn everyone into monsters? Like the Soul Drinkers now?"

Armidale's retort chilled Daniatus's expression. He had assumed these men also had a plan to restore the Second Legion, but now it seemed they were not on the same page.

"Can't you sense their brilliance, my brother? Those mortals who now dominate the entire empire are weak, incompetent, and unable to even control their own destiny! As the battle moon approaches them, they are bound by fear and ignorance, destined to sink into chaos and decay."

He pointed at the mutated Soul Drinkers. These mutated creatures were indeed powerful, and could even compete with the veterans of the Second Legion armed with Monster Hunter weapons.

"Look at them! They've discovered the gift within our genes! They're strong and pure enough to resist even the influence of Chaos! This is the path humanity should take—abandon weakness and embrace evolution!"

Armidale shook his head and raised his Soul Lance. Danyatus realized that this battle was inevitable. "I thought we were both people with ideals."

"My ideal? To completely destroy the former Second Legion!"

The two sides once again began to fight. Without his weapon, Daniates was no match for Armidale. This carefully planned rebellion seemed doomed to fail, but Daniates still struggled to hold on, waiting for his last trick.

Finally, Zeberian arrived from the outskirts.

He and the support of the First Company of the Fist of the Exemplary alleviated the urgent need in the inner circle. Although the veterans of the Second Legion had the upper hand in the situation, they did face the problem of insufficient numbers.

The Fist of Exemplar began to provide fire support in an orderly manner, while Zeberion focused his attention on the duel between Armidale and Danyatus.

Unlike some warriors who consider dueling sacred, Armidale isn't shy about asking for help. Knowing that a quick decision is the best way to avoid complications, he even calls out to Zeberion, "Let's take him down together!"

Zeberion nodded, raising his chainsword and approaching Armidale.

Even a person of average strength could be the final straw that broke the camel's back. Armidale stabbed Danyatus again, but he noticed a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Alarm bells suddenly rang in Amidel's heart.

He subconsciously avoided the direction from which Zeberion came, just in time to dodge the buzzing blade!

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The sudden change stunned everyone present.

The First Company of the Fist of Exemplary was also stunned. They had been supporting each other with the veterans, but were suddenly isolated and helpless. They wanted to close the distance with the veterans of the Second Legion, but were deliberately avoided by the other side.

The mutated Soul Drinkers did not give up the siege on the First Company because of Zeberian's betrayal. The Fists of the Exemplar, who were originally only responsible for support, were suddenly isolated and helpless.

The company adjutant was so upset that he could not even cry: "We are not traitors!"

"fart!"

Arlo responded coldly: "How are you going to prove it?"

The sons of Dorne never imagined that one day they would be questioned about their loyalty. The lieutenant, filled with resentment, questioned Zebrion: "Zebrion! Are you mad? Why did you betray us?"

Zebrian sneered, his voice filled with long-suppressed anger: "Betrayal? No, it's you who betrayed!"

He thought of the Wall's final violation of the Codex, of the humiliation he felt when his wishes were ignored by Thorne.

All these negative emotions gathered into an ocean in his heart, and were eventually twisted by the book "Questions and Answers about Military Service" into a rage that drove him to raise the blade of betrayal.

"The Codex Astartes is the cornerstone of our struggle, the symbol of our unity! Lord Guilliman established order and discipline for us, and you seek to destroy it! Will the Wall finally achieve victory? No, it will only plunge the Imperium into deeper chaos!"

The soldiers of the first company looked at each other.

A large number of warriors in the Fist of Exemplar still support the Codex, but Zeberion's blatant betrayal can't help but make them hesitate: "Even so, we shouldn't betray..."

"It's not betrayal, but salvation! Thorne, Kurland, and that Sage Leon, they are all lunatics blinded by ambition! Ultimately, the Wall is their tool to challenge the existing order! Guilliman's new order is to allow the Empire to survive in Chaos! But they denied it all for their own ambitions! Our actions that seem to save the Empire will only push the Empire into deeper destruction!"

A few of the Fists of the Paragon were shaken, and they joined Zeberion's ranks. Zeberion began to pursue the victory: "Brothers, join me! We will..."

Armidale's sudden attack interrupted him, forcing Zeberion to deal with Armidale's attack first. Danyatus chuckled softly beside him.

"I have the advantage of thinking I have the upper hand. How are you feeling now, Armidale?"

Armidale didn't answer, concentrating on fending off the two men's siege. Danyatus realized he couldn't defeat Armidale anytime soon, so he ordered Zebrian, "Activate the Predator's Eye!"

Zebrian glanced at him. His mind, distorted by the Military Q&A, hadn't completely lost his judgment. "You're also an ambitious person."

Danyatus remained noncommittal. "At least we're a team now. Our goal is to destroy the entire Final Wall."

He had never intended to recruit the loser Zeberian. In fact, it was Zeberian who took the initiative to join his plan.

He sees this battle as a chance for the Codex to finally rise again within its walls. Danyatus scoffs at his naiveté, but will not refuse his help.

After all, the blood of Thorne on his body is the biggest bargaining chip on the battlefield today.

Using the Fists of the Paragons who had joined him as cover, Zeberion rushed towards the Warp Gate.

He had already figured out how he would control the situation on the Phalanx after the Warp Gate was activated, and he would summon his brothers in the name of the Holy Code to repel the invading enemies from the Warp Gate.

But just as he was about to touch the control panel of the subspace gate, a cold light flashed.

Zeberian's body suddenly stiffened, and he looked down to see a sharp combat knife had pierced his chest.

Blood dripped from the blade, and his strength quickly drained away. Zeberion's legs gave way, and he fell to his knees.

"you……"

Zeberion turned his head with difficulty and looked at the Paragon Fist who had backstabbed him.

The warrior was a familiar one to him, a brother who had answered his call and followed him. But now, a sarcastic smile hung on his lips, a smile that Zeberion found unfamiliar.

Only then did he realize that this man was definitely not his brother.

"who are you?"

He mustered all his strength to ask the last question.

"You may call me Alpharius, if that pleases you."

"You are the Alpha of Covenant Harbor!"

Zeberion quickly realized the other party's identity. He looked at Occam with resentment, "We have stooped to the point of collaborating with a traitor. In the end, the high walls have finally...!"

He wanted to say something more, but the blood rushing from his throat stopped him from speaking. Occam pushed his combat knife deeper, personally sending this exemplary Fist, who knew no fault until his death, to his death.

“Everyone feels different before they fall, but they always cross the line between exploitation and complicity without realizing it.”

Ockham summarized the situation with a shrug.

He buried a hidden mine under Zeberian's body, made an OK gesture to Leon in the dark, and then broke out into a brutal "battle" with Malik, Efron and Korda who were also representing the Classic Fist.

Zeberion's fate came to an end in an "internal conflict" that outsiders could not understand.

Leon didn't care about Zeberion. This traitor, whose mind was imprisoned by the Codex Astartes, was just a pawn used until his death. He was so stupid that he couldn't even see his own destiny.

The greatest value of his life may be the impact his death in "civil strife" had on the subsequent situation.

Not to mention, apart from playing the classic Alpha Legion secret game of "Is it a rebel disguised as a loyalist but actually a rebel to cover up its loyalty?", an Alpha who can disguise external intervention as internal strife is really useful.

The sudden change caused a storm in Danyatus' heart. While cursing Zeberian's incompetence, he risked injury to get rid of Armidel's entanglement.

When he uncovered Zeberian's body and wanted to recover Thorne's blood, the hidden mine buried under his body gave him a big surprise.

"Boom!"

The shockwave from the explosion shattered Zeberion's remains and sent the eager Danyatus flying. Before the dazed Danyatus could rise, Armidale pierced him with his spear.

Leon, who witnessed all this, emerged from the darkness. He stood high above, looking at the Soul Drinker Captain who was unable to get up.

All his previous experiences were pieced together, and Danyatus realized that everything he had experienced seemed to be arranged by the person in front of him.

"Place those mortal troops near our garrison and assassinate Zeberion. Are these your plans? Sage Leon?"

He demanded, "Did you foresee all this?"

"not all."

Li Ang answered honestly: "It's mainly because you guys are so cooperative and you're so good at choosing the time."

Chapter 162: Exploring the Warp Gate.

This response seemed like blatant irony to Danyatus, but he was powerless to refute it. Nailed to the ground by the Soul Spear, he had long since been drained of all his strength. With his fall, the balance of victory had completely tipped towards Leon.

"Don't be too proud too soon."

He warned, breathlessly, "The Soul Drinkers far outnumber the others aboard the Phalanx. Once those held back by your forces have finished their battle, they will arrive soon, carrying on our legacy and activating the Predator's Eye..."

The harsh whistle of the battle truck interrupted him.

Leon glanced at the surveillance camera and projected the peripheral images onto Danyatus's eyes through the servo skull: "It seems that the weak mortals have won."

"No, our great cause..."

Looking at the Soul Drinker's corpse pressed against the deformed hood of the car, and Ornis and his companions celebrating under the broken company flag, Danyatus collapsed to the ground in despair.

The heir of the Second Legion has admitted his defeat.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Leon asked.

"Although I failed, I wasn't wrong. I am the true loyalist... I learned the truth about the Second Legion from the memories of others and rejected Chaos's offer of cooperation. I am loyal to the vision of the Gene-Father and to the future of humanity... And you... you are clearly descendants of the Second Legion, but you are merely puppets of the corrupt Empire..."

Daniatus' body began to tremble, his life rapidly ebbing. But he still struggled to speak: "Even if I die... my ideals... will not die... One day... someone will understand... everything I do is for... for..."

His words were cut short before he could finish them. The light in Daniatus's eyes gradually dimmed, and finally went out completely.

Li Ang shook his head and ordered Amidel: "Dispose of his body."

Logically, he should have kept him alive and interrogated him, but if he kept him alive, he might reveal information about the Second Legion to others. The incident with the Emperor Fist Fearless hadn't been resolved yet, and Leon didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Amidel nodded, and he swung his sword, using explosive flames to completely turn the opponent into ashes.

Strangely, a book had survived the burning. Leon reached out and picked up the book, discovering it was protected by a layer of light blue subspace power.

He turned the pages and found that this was the book "Answers to Questions Concerning Military Service" that Ockham had mentioned earlier.

Li Ang flipped through the book and found that the main content was morale-boosting and misleading words.

It instructs warriors to place their ethereal hopes on their genetic fathers. With this as their goal, they see the act of devouring corpses and absorbing genes as a way to make themselves more outstanding and more likely to win hope.

Li Ang shook his head and used a little force to completely destroy the book.

The Soul Drinker's rebellion came to an end so hastily, but Leon could see the complicated look in Armidel's eyes.

"Why, do you find it hard to kill the heir of the Second Legion with your own hands?"

"No, I just lament the impermanence of life."

Armidale sighed, "If we hadn't seen the true face of our Gene Father, perhaps we would have become like him."

The Primarch's appeal and influence on his descendants were extraordinary. While it's often joked that half the Iron Warriors didn't choose Perturabo during the Heresy, the fact that even with 11 legions still following Perturabo demonstrates the immense influence the Primarch had on his descendants through their genes.

Leon could guess what had happened to Danyatus.

The ugliness of the Empire being forced into a desperate situation by the Orks prompted them to seek new hope outside the Empire. At this time, they "accidentally" learned about their past. Under the guidance of some caring people, they began to pin their hopes on the Primarch, believing that as long as they could bring back the Father of Genes, they would usher in a bright future.

These warriors, who longed for honor and recognition from the Gene-Father during the hopeful days of the Great Crusade, need these things as their anesthetic even more in these dark and turbulent times.

Even if they had not been tainted by Chaos, this wishful thinking would have turned them into pawns at the mercy of others, leading them to launch this ridiculous rebellion.

What is hard to understand about these things is that the empire is indeed as corrupt as they say, but the effects of their actions are often worse than letting the entire empire remain in its current state.

Especially the way of welcoming back the Primarch of the Second Legion...

Leon saw no difference in the thinking of those who placed their hopes in the Emperor and the Soul Drinkers who placed their hopes in a Primarch they had never met.