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

"For Dorn! For the Emperor! For freedom!"

Dorne?

A sarcastic smile appeared on Danyatus's lips, but he didn't say much. He just raised his power sword and pointed it at the Imperial Fist in front of him.

"Now, let us remove these obstacles that stand in the way of our great cause."

Led by him, the Soul Drinkers surged towards the Imperial Fists' defenses like a tide, and the Imperial Fists responded to these traitors with bombs.

An inexplicable civil war broke out in such haste.

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The reason for this despair is probably that I owe someone to use as a toilet, so this novel inserts Neos as the protagonist (you can think of him as a mortal yellow-skinned person who has not yet awakened to the essence of the Dark Lord). Currently, all 200,000 words are free, so if you are interested, you can check it out.

Chapter 160: Soul Spear.

Leon took back part of the automatic defense system from the electronic demon.

His physique can easily banish those electronic demons, but unfortunately Leon's personal computing power is not enough to support him in seizing control of more devices.

Fortunately, this is enough to alleviate the urgent needs of the soldiers on the front line.

The Soul Drinkers' attack was suppressed by the firepower of the automatic turrets. They had expected the Imperial Fists to put up a very tenacious resistance, but the sudden increase in firepower still caught them off guard.

The leading Soul Drinker squad was shattered by the bombardment, and blood mixed with ceramic steel fragments spilled all over the ground.

The first casualty of the Space Marine Civil War appeared, and the bloodiness of the situation suddenly increased.

The Sons of Dorne who were guarding the defense line tried their best to pour out the ammunition in their hands, but the Soul Drinkers still relied on their absolute advantage in numbers to quickly advance the front line to within close combat range.

The battle turned into a brutal hand-to-hand fight.

Zeberion was the first to confront the leader, Dannyatis, his chainsword going straight for Dannyatis's flank. Dannyatis quickly turned sideways and blocked the chainsword attack with his power fist.

The close combat became a contest of strength. Danyatus, leveraging his superior brute force, pressed forward, while Zeberion retreated repeatedly, seemingly on the verge of defeat at any moment.

But Danyatus was not in a hurry to end the battle. He just suppressed Zeberion until a power sword with a blue arc of light rescued Zeberion.

"Daniates!"

Thorne roared, "You once wore the Fist of Pain and swore an oath with the other Chapter Masters aboard the Phalanx! Why are you betraying the Empire now? Betraying Dorne!"

"I never cared about Dorne, but I didn't betray the Empire!"

Danyatus responded, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by Thorne's superior martial arts skills, but he didn't give up his verbal attacks:

"Look at the Imperium today, cornered by a pack of beasts! Those mortals on Terra, they command lies and oppression to maintain their rule! You thought you were protecting the Imperium, but in reality you were merely tools of their corruption and depravity!"

Thorne said nothing, just kept swinging his sword.

Danyatus' tone became even more intense: "We should be the saviors of mankind, leading them to glory! Instead of being bound by this corrupt system!"

"Daniates, your words are full of deception, but your actions are treasonous."

Thorne, who finally responded, had anger in his tone, but more of disappointment: "No matter how many flaws the Empire has, it is still the last hope of mankind."

"Humanity cannot be saved from false hope. Destruction and then reconstruction are the only possibility! Thorne, join us, or you will perish along with this corrupt empire!"

"Ideals are never achieved through betrayal and destruction. This is a truth I have understood for 1,500 years!"

"It seems that you have chosen destruction."

Danyatus seemed a little regretful. "Then let me put an end to your stubbornness with my own hands!"

Despite his harsh words, Danyatus was clearly no match for Thorne. Thorne seized the opportunity to sweep his power sword towards Danyatus's head, his blade grazing Danyatus's helmet, leaving a deep scratch.

Danyatus retreated again and again, while Thorne continued to pursue after a slight adjustment. The duel between the two chapter masters seemed to end with Thorne's victory in the next collision.

But at the critical moment, Danyatus pulled out a strange spear from his ammunition pouch. At the cost of Thorne's pauldron being shattered, he turned sideways and stabbed the spear into Thorne's abdomen.

Fighting for life is a common occurrence for Thorne. Compared to the spearhead that pierces his abdomen, the location of his power sword is obviously more deadly.

Thorne swung his sword horizontally, intending to kill Danyatus directly with his wound, but he was shocked to find that the spear that pierced his abdomen was actually continuously draining his strength from his body.

Danyatus pulled out his spear with a grim smile. Thorne took a few steps back and fell to the ground helplessly.

Fortunately, the configuration of the Fist of Exemplar strictly followed the requirements of the Codex, and the stretcher-bearing team, serving as the personal guards of the Chapter Master, rushed forward and protected Thorne behind them.

Danyatus did not pursue the enemy. He looked at the blood on the tip of his spear with satisfaction. His goal had already been achieved in this attack.

The soul spear that drank the enemy's blood began to tremble slightly. The tip of it carrying the vortex generator flashed with a dark purple light under the cover of blood, and its shape also changed accordingly.

"Finally! Not one of those degraded, inferior products. This is the genetic sequence of a true Son of Dorne, capable of being used as a key!"

The Soul Lance is often attributed to Dorn during the Great Crusade, but Danyatus knows the truth about the weapon - Dorn merely possessed it, and its true origin lies in Abathur, the Primarch of the II Legion.

He is also the Soul Drinker's true father.

The opportunity to learn this information was during an operation against demons. Danyatus found it hard to believe at the time, but this holy relic that could only be used by the bloodline of the Second Legion became the core evidence that convinced him in the end.

For hundreds of years, Daniatus never revealed this truth to his men. He concealed everything in his elaborate arrangements, waiting for the right opportunity.

An opportunity to restore the Second Legion to its former glory.

He had already verified the genetic sequence of the current Imperial Fist. The new Imperial Fist, which had already degenerated two organs, could not unlock the Eye of Predator.

He once thought this was an unattainable condition, but in the end the call from the high walls created the perfect opportunity for him.

These Imperial Fists that have survived from the old times will now pave the way for his victory!

This spear, upon piercing an opponent, could absorb their power, strengthening the weapon. After absorbing the opponent's genes, it transformed into a form capable of special attacks against them. After Thorn fell under the Spirit Lance, the other soldiers of the Seventh Legion were no match for Danyatus.

The Soul Drinker Chapter Master, who became more and more courageous as the battle went on, quickly tore a hole in the first line of defense, but Isaga and the Imperial Fist Fearless formed the defense that followed closely behind.

In Kurland's absence, the Dreadnought who temporarily took over the command of the Imperial Fists used fierce firepower to suppress the Soul Drinkers who lacked heavy weapons in the Phalanx. The Danyatus, who were hit by Dreadnought missiles and storm bombs, could not make any progress for a while.

Danyatus, who still had a backup plan, was not panicked. He gave a slight signal, and the Soul Drinkers' deepest hidden base and secrets were revealed.

A deep roar suddenly erupted from the Soul Drinkers' ranks. Immediately afterwards, a group of warriors with twisted figures and hideous faces rushed out from the rear, heading straight for the defenses of the Condemners and the Imperial Fist.

The appearance of these warriors is far from that of humans. Their abnormally long limbs and twisted joints reveal how severely they have mutated.

The power armor on these alien-like monsters, which could no longer be called Astartes, had been deformed by their twisted bodies, but they moved extremely fast and had an agility that was inconsistent with their body shape.

Almost like wild beasts, they crawled on all fours and braved the hail of bullets, breaking into the Imperial Fists' defense line in an instant.

The Condemners and Imperial Fists fought back desperately, but their weapons seemed powerless against these mutant warriors – their bolts could only blast through their outermost layer of flesh and fail to injure their core, and their chainsaw swords' blows were easily deflected by their twisted limbs.

An Imperial Fists attempted to pierce a mutant warrior's chest with his chainsaw sword, but the opponent's claws grabbed his wrist first.

With a teeth-grinding crack, the warrior's wrist was crushed. The mutant Soul Drinker then opened its bloody maw and swallowed the warrior's head, spurting blood.

Even the unsuspecting Soul Drinkers were all shocked by this brutal fighting style.

The Soul Drinkers, in particular, realized that these warriors who were once their brothers were now complete monsters.

"Daniates!"

Isaga sternly rebuked, "You are in league with Chaos!"

"Chaos? No, those demons are merely tools to achieve my goals! What you see as mutation is, in fact, the true potential hidden within the Soul Drinker!"

Of course, Isaga would not believe Danyatus's one-sided statement.

He tried to use his psychic powers to suppress these enemies who looked like possessed warriors, but he was shocked to find that these people actually had no trace of Chaos corruption on them. They were even surprisingly clean.

"What the hell is this? How did they become like this?"

Isaga couldn't understand, but Danyatus had already taken advantage of his distraction to pass him and meet the old Fearless of the Imperial Fist.

He soon realized that this Dreadnought was even more formidable than Thorn.

He had intended to use the Soul Lance's vortex stance to directly break through the Dreadnought's defenses and forcibly pull the veteran out of the sarcophagus, but his several attempts to get close were repelled by the Dreadnought alternating between explosives and power fists.

Fortunately, Dannyatis has already seized the advantage in the situation. The Blamer and Imperial Fist, who were repelled by the mutant warriors, can no longer maintain the second line of defense.

He ordered the Chapter's Librarian to use his psychic power to drive those mutated Soul Drinkers to entangle the Dreadnoughts, while he himself passed the Dreadnoughts and continued to lead the team forward.

"Don't worry, you won't have to wait too long. Soon I will open the gate to the warp, the Phalanx will welcome its true master, and this fallen empire will be reborn!"

The Soul Drinkers around him who were unaware of the truth hesitated because of the serious mutations that had occurred in their brothers, and Danyatus did not care about these unsuspecting pawns.

The Soul Spear with special attack against the Imperial Fists became his invincible weapon. He rushed to the front with the mutated Soul Drinker, and any Son of Dorne who dared to stop him could not last more than two moves in his hands.

As he led his personal guards into the inner circle, the pressure on the outer defenses, which were left with only the vacillating Soul Drinkers, suddenly dropped. The surviving warriors quickly regained control of the breached defenses, but with Daniatus already inside, they were at a loss as to what to do.

Only Leon and the veterans from Cthulhu around him are stationed in the inner area. Can they really stop the unstoppable Danyatus?

"We cannot abandon the outer defense line, nor can we let Sage Li Ang fight alone."

The injured Thorne made the first judgment. He had not yet recovered his combat capability, so the person who would support him inside would have to be selected from other people. After learning that Isaga's psychic power did not have a suppressive effect on those mutants, Thorne turned his attention to his first company captain.

"Zeberrian, I doubt you are up to the task. But you are the only one who can accomplish this."

His words stung the First Captain deeply. Zebrian, still covered in blood after rescuing Thorne with the Chapter Guards, said nothing more. He simply lowered his head and promised, "I'll do my best."

No one could see the fierce look that flashed in his eyes.

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After stabbing to death the last two Imperial Fists who dared to stop him, Danyatus finally approached his target - the Predator's Eye hidden deep in the Phalanx.

The moment his eyes met the unopened vortex, Danyatus trembled with excitement. However, a warrior wielding a strange weapon stood in his way, becoming the final obstacle in his attempt to bring back the Second Legion.

He was a warrior wearing Imperial Fists power armor, wielding a uniquely shaped longsword. Danyatus had never seen such a weapon before, but he could sense a distinct aura about him.

It was a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar, as if it came from a resonance deep in the blood.

"who are you?"

He asked subconsciously, the soul spear in his hand trembling slightly, as if responding to the other party's appearance.

"Armidel."

The other party answered briefly, his voice low and calm.

Danyatus frowned. The name meant nothing to him. He didn't care about the other person's identity; he only cared about how to quickly resolve this obstacle.

The mutated Soul Drinkers behind him swarmed forward, entangling the warriors except Amidel, leaving Danyatus with room for the duel.

Danyatus put away his Soul Spear and took the lead in attacking.

Armidel's steps were light and steady, his dodging seemingly ingrained in him. None of Daniatus's movements could touch him. On the contrary, every time he dodged and turned back, his strikes landed on Daniatus. Even if they weren't hitting vital points, it was enough to prove that Armidel had the upper hand in this fight.

Daniatus grew increasingly frightened as the battle wore on. He had never faced such a formidable opponent before. He had clearly used all his strength, yet he was still forced to retreat repeatedly.

But battles are never measured by sheer strength!

Convinced that his opponent was unaware of the Soul Lance's special attack effect, Danyatus swung the previously stored Soul Lance violently, attempting to break through Armidale's defenses with brute force. However, Armidale seized the opportunity to backhand the attack, and the blade of his katana precisely struck the Soul Lance's shaft.

The soul spear flew out of his hand under the huge impact force and flew into the air.

But the vortex field had already started before he was thrown away. It tore apart Armidel's power armor, and the spear tip pierced Armidel's skin before Danyatus could let go!

Chapter 161: Ending the conspiracy.

Danyatus felt relieved. Familiar with the effects of the Soul Spear, he understood that having analyzed the Imperial Fist's genes, the Soul Spear's ability to drain the opponent's strength could be activated as long as the opponent was injured.

In his eyes, Armidale was no longer a threat. The only regret was that the spear tip, stained with Thorn's blood, was no longer in his hand. However, he did not try to retrieve the Soul Spear that had slipped out of his hand. Instead, he charged towards the Predator's Eye recklessly.

Ultimately, the wall, the Soul Drinker, the Soul Lance—they were all tools to achieve his goal. With veterans of the Heresy everywhere, he could simply injure one and obtain the key to unlocking the Predator's Eye. Why bother with that one Soul Lance?

Two fists are no match for four hands. Sergeant Arlo was fighting with more than three mutant soul drinkers. When Danyatus swung his power fist and pounced on him from behind, even Arlo, with his one-handed sword as his weapon, had a hard time reacting.

He easily knocked Arlo down, his gloves stained with blood from the man's dented breastplate. Warriors armed with spears, halberds, and other shield-wielding weapons rushed out, dragging the wounded Sergeant Arlo back. But Daniatus, having already obtained the blood, paid no mind. At his command, all the mutated Soul Drinkers broke away from the fight with the others. Leveraging their superior numbers, they forged a path with their flesh and blood, securing Daniatus' path to the Eye of the Predator.

As long as the Predator's Eye can be restarted, everyone on the Phalanx will be nothing but lambs to be slaughtered!

Confident of victory, Daniatus approached the Predator. The unknown creature on the other side of the chasm surged violently, as if anticipating his arrival. A throbbing deep within his blood thrilled Daniatus.

"Finally...finally this moment has arrived! The empire's corruption and hypocrisy will be completely ended at this moment!"

He dripped Arlo's blood into the Eye of the Predator and opened his arms in anticipation of this great moment.

But the Eye of the Predator that accepted Arlo's blood did not open a warp rift leading to the outside of the galaxy. It just became more agitated, as if rebuking Danyatus for his incompetence.

"How could this be?"

Danyatus was stunned. He dripped all the remaining blood in. But no matter what he did, the Eye of the Predator showed no reaction.

The mutated Soul Drinkers that had originally protected him from reaching the Eye of the Predator were being slaughtered in an orderly manner by the soldiers of the Second Legion. The unresponsive Warp rifts and the screams of the Soul Drinkers made beads of sweat seep out of his forehead.