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

Cosmode launched the first counterattack. He suddenly leaped up, and with the force of his charged greatsword, he struck a Rhino troop carrier with thunderous force. Two blows left deep cuts on the rhino, and before the Iron Hands could even begin to react with surprise, his true power had already struck down.

"Run away!"

He warned fiercely, "If you don't escape now, it will be too late!"

The armor of the Rhino troop carrier was ripped apart like paper by the True Slash, and the sharp edge of the greatsword directly destroyed the Rhino's engine system. The ancient and reliable Rhino engine was damaged beyond repair.

The Iron Hands in the Rhino looked at each other in bewilderment at the unexpected attack, and it took them a moment to realize that what they should do now was to run away.

The Iron Hands desperately jumped out of the escape pod. The Rhino, unable to hold on any longer, exploded horribly after their escape. The ten Iron Hands who escaped from the Rhino were obscured by the smoke of the explosion, and Cooper had no way of confirming whether they still had any signs of life.

Cooper's heart turned cold because of his brother's experience.

Only then did he realize that the person who was released because of his error in judgment was not an Astartes at all.

They are basically humanoid self-propelled anti-vehicle weapons!

“Get out of the car, get out of the car!”

Fumus yelled at the top of his lungs to adjust the battlefield situation: "Cars, keep firing! The rest of the squads quickly disperse and find cover!"

Their opponents showed surprising aggressiveness against the massive vehicle.

The heavy steel that once gave them a sense of security was no longer safe, and Forms had no choice but to ask his troops to disperse in order to prevent his brothers from being wiped out along with their vehicles by the enemy's terrifying attack.

He took out the Iron Stone and called upon the power of the relic, hoping to save the remaining vehicles.

But when those warriors holding spears actually sprayed molten metal from the top of their spears in a deterrent manner, Foms, who did not want to lose any of his brothers, could no longer even keep his vehicles.

The speed at which the troop carriers and tanks unleashed their firepower was no match for the speed of the Second Legion's veteran anti-vehicle attacks, which had already closed in. The veterans' attacks were far more powerful than the damage the Iron Stone could sustain, so Fermus could only order the drivers and gunners to abandon their vehicles and get as far away from these destined vehicles as possible.

The development of the battle to this point has already sealed the defeat of the Iron Hands, and Captain Cooper, who is in charge of the command, is left with only a bitter face.

"Where the hell are these monsters from?!"

PS1: In fact, if you look closely, it seems that a large part of human black technology is reflected in applicability.

For example, the description of the Rhino troop carrier states that any malfunctions can be repaired by non-professional crew members. Remember, before the Heresy, this vehicle was primarily used by the Mortal Auxiliary Force, a bunch of mortals who might have never seen a firearm on their own planet. Unlike the Astartes who received vehicle training in the Reserve Company, the fact that they could repair something was truly remarkable.

PS2: The Iron Stone artifact is a prequel to the Battle of the Highlands, where Iron Father Christos sought to seize a contaminated Eldar technology. The Eldar even deployed Nether Titans to counterattack, but Christos used the Iron Stone to preserve their armored phalanx and annihilated the Eldar Titans.

Although this thing has never been mentioned again since then (it's like the writer didn't know how to defeat the Eldar so he used a cheat), I still want to bring it up.

I think this thing is destined to be with me.jpg.

Chapter 174 You rebels, just stay still!

The original support became an iron coffin, and the Iron Hands who abandoned their vehicles could only watch helplessly as the Soul Drinkers used their melee weapons to smash the tanks one by one.

Logosh and Birmingham watched the veterans' performance in amazement. They held their breath, unable to believe that a few dozen men could defeat the entire Astartes armored force.

"Is this really the way we can fight?"

"Why not?"

A strange voice sounded, and the two turned around and found that Li Ang was standing beside them at some point.

"As long as you keep fighting, you will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with them sooner or later."

His words encouraged Lo'gosh, who had originally wanted to die. The Astartes finally found a new goal after the Soul Drinker rebellion.

Leon was satisfied with their high morale. These Astartes, who had been confirmed to be the descendants of the Second Legion, would become his new helpers.

However, their strong reaction on the Phalanx showed that they were still deeply influenced by the Second Primarch. Before turning them into hunters, Leon had to send them to the Blue Star to hone them.

Without rushing to consider these afterthoughts that could only be said after leaving Terra, Leon clapped his hands, attracting the attention of all the stunned Soul Drinkers: "Those Iron Hands have become our targets. Use your bolters to give them the final blow!"

The Soul Drinkers, waking from their dream, immediately raised their bolters and launched a counterattack. At Leon's signal, they deliberately aimed at non-lethal areas.

The Iron Hands who were forced to jump out of the vehicle could not find suitable cover. The explosive shells that were like jelly beans to the tanks before now became a deadly threat to them.

Looking at his brothers who were unable to organize a counterattack at all, Cooper realized that the situation was hopeless and was unwilling to continue to fight.

He gave a shrill order: "Retreat!"

The Soul Drinkers did not pursue them, and the Iron Hands, having barely regrouped, were able to drag their wounded brothers away from the battlefield.

Cooper looked back from time to time at the Soul Drinkers standing beside the wreckage of Rand. Their brutal and efficient fighting style subverted his understanding of combat.

"This is more like a nightmare than a war."

he murmured.

After returning to their own front line, Cooper angrily approached the priest of Mars.

He wanted to ask Mars why he didn't provide any information about the other party's strange fighting style, but he didn't expect that the Martian priests themselves were already arguing with each other.

"What kind of weapon is that? Even if it has a disintegration mechanism, it can't split a tank!"

"I think it's a demonic weapon. We should go to the Inquisition and punish them!"

"Stop talking nonsense! The Inquisition is in cahoots with them!"

The Martian priests had varying attitudes towards the weapons, but they were all equally indifferent to the defeated Iron Hands. No one paid any attention to Captain Cooper's intrusion, until Cooper took the initiative to speak, at which point Karkes expressed his undisguised disappointment with the Iron Hands.

"You have failed, Captain Cooper."

Anger was boiling in Cooper's mind, but knowing that an emotional reaction would only make the situation worse, he suppressed it: "The way they fought was beyond our expectations."

"Beyond expectations? Mars provided you with advanced equipment: Land Raiders, Rhino transports, ion weapons, melta weapons... firepower capable of destroying an entire Imperial Guard, yet you simply destroyed it on the battlefield. Has your flesh and blood clouded your judgment, Captain? Perhaps this is why you were exiled from the Iron Hands?"

Under the priest's sharp attack, any reason would be regarded as an excuse for failure.

Cooper didn't want to argue that Mars's request for a mere deterrent had led him to misjudge the situation. He believed that these priests wouldn't have fared any better than his brothers in person, but he had to endure the humiliation of being accused by these oil men:

"You still need our strength, and my brothers need healing and supplies. The Soul Drinkers' fighting power is beyond our expectations, but they lack supplies. As long as we continue to attack, they will inevitably perish under our attack."

"We must consult the Forge General first, Captain Cooper. All you have to do now is reflect on your failure."

The Iron Hands' defeat had far-reaching chain reactions, and the Forge-General, who had never imagined they would fail, was immediately put on the defensive in their confrontation with the Final Wall.

Cooper's idea was correct, but Kubik, who had no intention of actually killing Leon, did not want the "promise" that they would eventually destroy the Soul Drinker.

There are too many weapons of mass destruction hidden on Mars. If he really wants to turn against the Final Wall and even the entire Empire, does he need the Iron Hands to help him?

He was afraid that if he fell out with him or the news leaked out, hundreds or even thousands of imperial guards would come to his Mars for a group tour!

(In fact, there is a network of tunnels under the yellow toilet that goes directly to Mars, but no one on Mars probably knows about this now)

The news that the Soul Drinkers wouldn't be defeated anytime soon led Kurland to further pressure Mars, demanding their swift release. The Forge General, who posed no threat to the Final Wall and still had half a million Skitarii held captive by it, could only engage in Tai Chi in the standoff.

Kubik angrily denounced the incompetent Iron Hands, but everything was set in stone and he could only consider what to do next.

The only way to break the deadlock seems to be to complete the teleportation plan as soon as possible without Terra knowing about it.

"Provide the Iron Hands with minimal supplies so they can maintain their offensive against the Soul Drinkers. Mobilize my Cybernetic Corps. I will personally visit Lava City tomorrow!"

Having learned how the Final Wall learned of Mars's attack on Leon, Kubik developed a strong suspicion of the Great Sage Augustus. Augustus's seclusion after returning to Lava City only reinforced the impression that he had ulterior motives.

The Casting General had originally chosen him as the leader of his plan because of his expertise, his independence, and his ease of control. He hadn't expected this wretch, returning from Maxim, to be so disloyal and play tricks on his own men.

Kubik wasn't sure what the plot was, or how much of a role August was involved in, but the method of remote monitoring through his men and data was clearly no longer effective.

Kubik put aside the insignificant malfunction in the Data Throne for the time being and decided to reactivate the Data Throne.

At this critical moment concerning the future of Mars, he must go to Lava City in person to warn Augustus and let him know who is the real king of Mars.

The activation and preparation of the Intelligent Control Corps would take some time. It wasn't until the next afternoon that the priest, acting as attendant, came to report.

"General Casting, the car is ready."

Kubik nodded, and the ten-meter-tall Kubik, along with the Data Throne, was lifted up by hundreds of servitors and transported to a specially made black limousine.

Behind his vehicle stood the assembled cybernetic corps—primarily composed of Fortress-class automatons, supplemented by Vulture-class mechas. These cybernetic corps were Kubik's specialized private army. Through the Data Throne, he exercised supreme command over these 1,200 mechas.

If necessary, he can also use these mechas with enhanced thinking circuits as a medium to invade through the Data Throne and seize ownership of other Crusaders.

Such an armed force far outweighs the hundreds of thousands of Skitarii. Even if there are 30,000 swordsmen hidden in Lava City, Kubik is confident that he can use the Data Throne to micromanage these automated robots and destroy the entire Lava City.

The Data Throne was his reliance on becoming the Casting General, the source of his sense of security, and the key to his courage to bring his own intelligent control corps to personally give Augustus a warning.

As an entire intelligent control corps approached Lava City with a murderous aura, the entire city was thrown into turmoil. Kubik waited patiently outside the city. After a while, Augustus hurriedly arrived from the city.

"General Casting, you didn't inform me that you would come to inspect right now."

"I am the Forge General of Mars, Augustus. Is there any place on Mars I cannot go without prior notice?"

Kubik's voice was icy: "Or do you no longer consider me the ruler of Mars?"

"That is not my intention."

"That's perfect. Augustus, you should know that Mars has been experiencing unexpected changes lately, and these changes are, without exception, not favorable to Mars."

Augustus lowered his head, his tone tinged with humility. "General Casting, there are too many constants on Mars today that are beyond our control. Changes are inevitable."

"A series of coincidences will only confirm the inevitable. Augustus, I hope you are not among the inevitable probabilities. Mars never accepts any 'accidents'."

"I always have the best interests of Mars at heart."

Kubik remained silent, seemingly assessing Augustus's attitude. After a moment's silence, he rose from the Data Throne. "Take me to the teleporter. I need to confirm its status with my own eyes."

"Your will."

Augustus's expression remained calm. Having already rehearsed his response strategy countless times in his logic circuits, he respectfully invited the Casting General and his cybernetic troops into Lava City. They soon arrived at the testing grounds, which Augustus had meticulously disguised.

The Chaos Octagon that had been on the teleporter was temporarily removed, and the dark psychic energy was obscured. However, clearing the Chaos corruption was a long-term undertaking, and Kubik, having detected the abnormal psychic energy concentration through his instruments, sensed something was amiss.

He carefully examined the teleportation device, which had been thoughtfully modified by the priests. Augustus, standing beside him, was interpreting the overall situation of the experiment:

"The testing of the transporter is going smoothly. We have successfully used Warp energy to replace the Orks' Waaagh energy. Although there are still some technical details that need to be improved, the overall progress is in line with expectations."

“What are the specific practices?”

"It's through the arrangement and combination of runes that the energy of the Warp is channeled, and by changing the type of psychic energy it is made more efficient. If all goes well, we won't need to seize the teleporter on Terra's battle moon. Instead, we can use the psychic engine to take Mars directly out of the solar system."

Kubik reviewed the test report Augustus had submitted earlier: "This doesn't match the test records you submitted earlier."

"We made some adjustments to the experimental direction that we didn't have time to report."

Kubik didn't respond immediately, but his logical circuits had already begun to sound warnings—not only about the experiment that might have crossed the red line, but also about his own safety.

"August, I need more experimental data."

"It will take some time to sort out the data..."

"I understand. I will send this data to my Data Throne later."

The Casting General stepped back, signaling the end of his inspection. "I am satisfied with your work, Augustus. Unfortunately, the walls are closing in, and I cannot spend much time on this project."

"Of course, General Casting."

Augustus said softly, issuing a cryptic command within his logic circuits.

He escorted Kubik to the entrance of the test site. Just as Kubik was about to ascend his data throne, Augustus suddenly spoke:

"General Casting, if you are interested in this project, why don't you stay and witness its launch?"

The sense of crisis at this moment surpassed the critical threshold of Kubik's logic. He looked up suddenly and saw that the Skitarii, previously deployed to Lava City under the pretext of wartime, had already poured in from all sides of Lava City.

Kubik tried to gain control of these Skitarii, but found that while these Skitarii were superficially obedient to Mars, their inner core thoughts had been strangely overwritten.

What kind of overwriting method could make even this Casting General feel helpless?

Kubik was shocked and angry: "Augus! How dare you——"

"You mean betrayal, General? But when Mars exiled me after the Great Rebellion, did you ever consider that it was you who betrayed me first?"

Augustus opened his hands, the excitement and enthusiasm in his logic evident.

"But it was also thanks to your betrayal that I was able to meet the true God of All Things!"

Kubik no longer had the energy to contemplate the true God of All Things. Having initially assumed that the Assassin's Court's attempt to assassinate him had simply sparked some people on Mars's desire for the Casting General's position, he realized that this matter was far more complex than he'd imagined.

Augustus has been implicated in some even more terrifying existences!

He unleashed all his weapons, extending his servo-arms to strangle the much smaller Augustus. Unfortunately, Augustus, protected by the other priests, had been prepared and was at a safe distance from Kubik.

A steady stream of Crusaders attacked Kubik, but Kubik, like a giant beast, didn't care about their attacks at all.

The ion shield and void shield built into his body blocked all the firepower. The Casting General, who had not personally stepped onto the battlefield for a long time, showed his true strength for the first time in a long time.

"You think this level of betrayal can defeat a Forging General?"

He cleared the surrounding Skitarii and rushed towards his vehicle, his target being his Data Throne.

Although he failed to escape from Lava City and gather an army to attack it, Kubik was confident that he would be invincible as long as he had the Intelligence Control Corps.