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

Kurland couldn't help but ask, but quickly denied himself: "No, the effect of the magic defense circuit can't be so outrageous..."

As a means of countering the psychic energy of the Warp, only some of the Chapter Masters possess thaumatological defense circuits that can offset most of the control effects caused by the psychic energy of the Warp, but this offset is by no means like Leon directly ignoring the pure psychic impact.

He looked at Leon in surprise, as if he had truly come to know this sage for the first time today.

"A little science-based trick."

Leon shrugged and replied, "This is also recorded in the book "Using Science to Destroy the Imperial Truth."

Kurland, who firmly believed in the truth of the empire, responded to Leon's answer with silence.

Instead, he felt that his view of the Imperial Truth had wavered a little.

Leon walked towards the still-stinking pool of filth. Although the dense, evil aura of the Warp still lingered within the lair, it had dissipated considerably after the recent turmoil. His optical capture system could already see through the water to the magic circle at the bottom.

"We need to drain the pool and see what's down there."

Kurland nodded, and the Astartes around him began to move.

The Archbishop was executed, and the remaining surviving Nurgle followers posed no fundamental threat. Although the purge of Nurgle followers continued, the Astartes successfully set up a pump to drain the filth from the pool one by one.

As the water level dropped, Leon spotted a familiar symbol on the pool wall. He retrieved his previous communication log with Inquisitor Frati Lena, and the symbol before him matched the one she had previously given him.

Is it really related to that traitorous Inquisitor?

As the pool was completely drained, they also saw the figure kneeling in the center of the magic circle.

The man should have been swollen from being soaked in the sewage, but strangely, his whole body was not rotten.

Judging from his actions, he must have stabbed his own heart with a dagger. The blood flowing from the dagger extended along the grooves that had been carved in the magic circle to the seven nodes, forming the main thread of this ritual.

Leon stepped forward and found a diary and a rose knot of the Inquisition on the corpse, which had not yet rotted. These two things had already pointed out the identity of this person - the traitorous Inquisitor of the Holy Hammer, Udyr.

Isaga was still outside protecting the warriors from the erosion of the warp energy, but the presence of this professional was not necessary for others to understand what was happening here.

"He performed a ritual of self-sacrifice."

Kurland whispered.

Li Ang nodded: "Perhaps the answer lies in his diary."

He opened the diary and read through it quickly.

"June 6th, killed a Slaanesh Daemon."

"July 7th, hunting down a Nurgle Daemon."

"On August 8th, defeat a Khorne Daemon."

"September 9th, no gains today. Udyr, oh Udyr, how can you be so lazy! Have you forgotten the oath you swore when you joined the Inquisition? This cannot go on!"

The first half of the diary was mostly such trivial and meaningless records. Leon could tell from them that this was a diligent pure-faction inquisitor who took it as his mission to hunt down demons.

He continued to scroll down and found that the change occurred after the Inquisitor issued the extermination order for the first time.

"I think about that planet all the time, even though I'm sure I made the right choice."

"I passed the review of the Order of Extermination, an honor that 80% of Inquisitors cannot obtain. But I still have nightmares - I dream that countless wronged souls on that planet are screaming at me."

The text at the end became fragmented and chaotic, clearly a significant blow to Udyr from the extermination order. However, after several months, his writing became orderly again, though a subtle fervor beyond common sense lingered in his words.

"In the process of hunting down the traitors, I met the most important mentor in my life. Under the Emperor, I believe he is greater than anyone I have met so far. He told me that the Extermination Order is not a sin, but the way to save humanity..."

"Humanity can only grow through conflict. Only the right amount of difficulty can save this gradually decaying empire..."

“If there are no difficulties, we must create them…”

"Great, I'm starting to understand all this!"

Without looking any further, Leon already understood why this judge had come to this point.

Leon closed the diary and saw the judge's last words written in his own blood on the last cover.

"I found a butler who is a deeply hidden Chaos follower. If I want to cause trouble, he will be the perfect target."

"Let this all begin..."

"In the name of the Empire, I offer my all!"

Although the Inquisitors consisted of only Radicals and Purists who had not yet become Radicals, this Inquisitor had clearly embarked on a path that was considered extreme even among the Radicals.

"It's the Isstvanite Inquisitor."

Leon said in a deep voice, motioning the surrounding Astartes to raise their flamethrowers: "Hurry up, we must burn this place clean!"

Chapter 137: That’s not the plan!

Although they excelled at construction, destruction was the specialty of all Space Marines. The Astartes, who had been completely bewildered, became excited upon hearing about burning something, and with flamethrowers in hand, they began searching for a place to strike.

Leon put away his diary and planned to call Isaga for guidance. However, Kurland, who was still standing there, suddenly stopped Leon.

Without even turning around, Leon said, "If you want to know what the Isstvan sect is, I'll explain it to you later. The most urgent thing is..."

"You watch the ceremony."

Kurland interrupted Leon: "There are new changes in the ceremony!"

Leon looked back and saw that the blood that had long since solidified in the grooves of the magic circle began to flow again. Fresh blood dripped along the ritual dagger on the Inquisitor's chest, extending along the seven nodes that had already been filled to the other two new nodes that had just appeared.

The number changed from seven to nine.

Li Ang's face turned grim.

He kicked away the remains of the Inquisitor, which he had intended to preserve as evidence, but by this point in the ritual, the self-sacrificed Inquisitor was no longer the center of the ritual. The act of destroying the remains did not stop the flow of psychic energy.

The dimming magic circle flickered again driven by the nine array centers. The bishop, who was originally dying, suddenly became excited as if he had a last burst of life.

"It's my kind father, it must be my kind father who came to save me!"

No one had time to pay attention to him.At the same time, Leon also received a communication from Arlo.

"It's another group of Chaos Cultists! They activated the node almost instantly, and we had no time to stop them!"

Arlo, shouting a warning, looked at the cultist he was holding and demanded sharply, "Who is your leader? What is your purpose?"

The cultist didn't answer. He just laughed strangely and said, "You can't stop us. Everything is dedicated to the Lord of Change!"

It’s bad, we’ve been attacked by a traitor.

Although he had suspected Tzeentch's handiwork from the beginning, even Leon hadn't anticipated it happening so suddenly. Sergeant Arlo crushed the Tzeentch follower's head and asked, "Are we going to destroy the formation?"

Leon looked at his activated array's core. The evil Nurgle force that had once filled the lair was now completely devoured by the array. The traces of corruption that had spread throughout the cavern rapidly decayed, degenerated, and turned to powder under the array's absorption. The bishop, who had been laughing heartily, suddenly looked panicked.

"No, that's not right. This is not a loving father!"

He struggled desperately. This time, what left his body was no longer the evil energy of Nurgle, but his own soul: "This is not the Garden of Life, this is, is...!"

The last wisp of soul peeled off from his body, and the bishop collapsed dejectedly. His life turned to dust along with his last words: "Maze..."

There was no need to shout now, Isaga rushed in by himself.

"What happened? All the Nurgle believers outside fell down, and their souls were extracted in a strange way..."

When he saw the scene in the room, the think tank gasped.

"Tzeentch?!"

His calling of the name attracted the attention of the unspeakable existence. Except for Leon, all the warriors heard nine different voices whispering to them at the same time.

Even Space Marines would suffer splitting headaches from this kind of mental attack, and the effect even intensified over time, with some warriors unable to hold their weapons.

At the center of the circle, the barrier between reality and the Warp had been torn apart by psychic energy. A rift gradually widened, and even though it was not yet large enough for anyone to pass through, everyone could already hear tittering from behind the rift.

No matter what, the magic circle can no longer be stopped.

If you shut down a node at this point...

"Cut off the node's psychic energy flow, but don't shut it down completely."

Leon gave Arlo a tentative order.

Arlo acted as he said. He took out the ritual items that the Tzeentch believers had placed there earlier, and the magic circle he was in suddenly dimmed.

The blue light that was originally flickering on the nine nodes suddenly turned into eight scarlet eyeballs. The whispers of the Tzeentch demons disappeared, replaced by the bloodthirsty desire surging in everyone's heart.

Seeing the red glow in the eyes of the Astartes around him, Leon shook his head: "You'd better put it back."

The red light faded, returning to Tzeentch's blue once again.

The Warp rift had grown even larger than before. After sacrificing all the Nurgle believers here, the magic circle expanded with extraordinary efficiency. The Tzeentch Daemon hidden beneath the magic circle was soon able to poke its bird-like head through the rift.

"Hehe, part of Nurgle's soul is enough for me to play with for a long time. And it also comes with these delicious souls of the Astartes..."

His greedy eyes swept over everyone present, and his body was already eagerly digging into the not-quite-big-enough crack: "Give me your souls, you lackeys of the Corpse King, and perhaps I will show mercy and let you go without so much pain!"

He knew no Astartes would accept the offer, but the Great Daemon of Tzeentch enjoyed stirring up emotions with words.

The pain and hatred on the Space Marine's face became his nourishment. He proudly scanned everyone present, but was surprised to find that one person was actually moving towards the Warp rift without paying attention.

It was a mechanical priest, who approached him leisurely despite having nothing in his hands.

The demon suddenly felt something was wrong, but as a Tzeentch demon, his pride prevented him from retreating easily. He stretched out a claw through the gap and waved it to force the man back.

"Challenging God is foolish. Back off!"

Leon took the blow lightly. The sharp claws that swept across his body had no effect on him. Instead, the limbs of the Great Demon Tzeentch, which were gathered by psychic energy, began to disintegrate.

The psychic restraints that had been placed on Astartes suddenly loosened, and everyone present heard his panicked voice.

"What the hell are you?!"

"Playing a conspiracy? Making me choose between you and Khorne?"

Leon pressed forward towards the Tzeentch Demon in the gap. The Tzeentch Demon wanted to retreat nervously, but his body, which was stuck in the gap when he was rushing in, now became an obstacle for him to retreat.

He was stuck in the gap that was no longer expanding, watching Leon approaching him.

"No, no!"

He screamed, "That's not the plan!"

"Aren't you a god?"

Li Ang was amused: "Can God's plans go awry?"

"Of course I am God! It's just..."

"Okay, stop pretending."

Leon loosened his wrist, took out his solar battle axe, and aimed at the limb of the Tzeentch Demon stuck in the crack.

"Pretend to be awesome and I'll make you fly!"

Chapter 138: Anyway, it’s still according to plan!

The burning axe blade was lifted from the bottom up and aimed at the bird-headed chin of the demon. The demon Tzeentch tried his best to dodge by turning his head, but almost one-third of his head was still cut off.

Even though he was an incorporeal being made of psychic energy, this was still a heavy blow to him. However, he suppressed the scream of pain that was on the tip of his tongue and emphasized:

"Yes, that's my plan!"

After his forced face reduction, his size was now large enough to move in and out of the cracks freely. Whimpering in pain, he proudly announced, "You never thought this would happen, right? This is my escape route!"

Are you so stubborn?

Leon raised his battle axe again, and the great demon Tzeentch, who had originally held his head high with pride, suddenly lowered his head.

He said harshly: "Just wait!"

"I'm afraid you're the one who doesn't have any."

"Then you wait and see!"

The Tzeentch demon screamed in anger and then disappeared into the gap.

Tzeentch's restraints on those present were completely lifted, but the control seemed to persist. Everyone stared at Leon in stunned silence. In this age, still so young after the Horus Heresy, these warriors still had some understanding of demons. The vast psychic energy before them clearly belonged to a great demon. Such a thing often required several companies to suffer heavy casualties to expel...

Just retreating so easily?

Is he a soulless person?

No, Leon didn't have that kind of oppressive feeling that a soulless person would have on a soul. Besides, a soulless person couldn't possibly exile a great demon on his own...

Except for the people from the Second Legion, everyone looked at Leon with some inexplicable elements in their eyes.