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

Vashtor didn't completely let this golden fighter go. Under his instructions, Victor led his undead army and went with Skarbrand.

Looking at the bloodthirsty demon's departing back, Vashtor was full of confidence.

"Obtain enough production lines to build my own forge planet. With this initial capital, I can first seize the forging warp essence from Vulkan, and then use it as a cornerstone to plan for more..."

A grand picture is unfolding before him, and he has already imagined a bright future.

"I will surely ascend to become the fifth god of the warp!"

-

The image of Vashtor is a phantom that Leon cannot see.

He was too far away from the battlefield and could only see Skarbrand talking to something. When they finished talking, the bloodthirsty demon and the ghoul army set off in another direction.

"It seems someone is more anxious to dismantle Mars than we are."

he sighed.

Amidel believed this was the opportunity Leon had been waiting for: "Lava City's defenses are now empty. We have six hundred Astartes, more than enough to launch a surprise attack."

This was indeed an opportunity. As both sides left, there didn't seem to be many defenders in the city.

But Li Ang rejected the proposal.

"Lava City is important, but I'm not going there right now."

He summoned Occam. This Alpha and his gang had not undertaken any combat missions since they escaped from Lava City. They just took the supplies from Leon every day and lived a carefree life.

Li Ang didn't want these people to continue to draw empty salaries: "Occam, Lava City is your mission. You are free to investigate or infiltrate. In short, you must find out the current situation of Lava City. Your information will be the basis for my future actions."

"Where's the reward?"

"That depends on how successful you are."

Occam shrugged and accepted the task. After he and his band disappeared in the direction of Lava City, Leon turned back and said to the Soul Drinker and Iron Hand:

"Rather than taking unknown risks and raiding Lava City, we should go and help out."

Place?

What are you helping?

Cooper and Amidel didn't react for a moment. They thought Leon was going to help Mars fight against the army of Khorne, and were immediately surprised that Leon let go of the past.

It was not until Leon began to prepare weapons specifically designed to deal with mechanical priests that they realized who Leon was going to deal with.

"Are you going to take action against the Mechanicus as well? Together with those demons?"

Cooper couldn't believe it.

"This is called the rational allocation of resources. Rather than having those things destroyed by the devil, it's better to let them be transferred to my hands."

Occam's communication suddenly interrupted: "I found an interesting piece of information on the way to Lava City. The Khorne Demon Army is moving towards Macharius Foundry. That should be their target."

"Look how fast they are progressing."

Leon clapped his hands, urging the Astartes to hurry. Led by the veteran, the Soul Drinkers followed without hesitation, while Cooper remained where he was, his attitude somewhat hesitant.

"Do we really want to hang out with this lunatic?"

One of the Iron Hands asked.

Cooper gritted his teeth and said, "There's definitely no future for me following Mars."

He finally led the Iron Hands to follow, and Leon gave orders with satisfaction.

"When the demons launch their attack, we'll attack from the other side. Remember, our only targets are the production lines and the STCs used for production!"

PS1: Skarbrand: I'm fantasizing again, fantasizing that I can be accepted by the Blood God again, fantasizing that I can once again become the first great devil under Khorne. I don't have to eat the whirring souls and be used as a cushion to be stepped on everywhere...

PS2: The Foundry Temple or Foundry Station is the private territory built by the sages on Mars. It can be understood as a miniature foundry nest, similar to No. 7 on the map.

Chapter 179: You were like a lost dog when Khorne kicked you out.

The Thinkers of Macharius Foundry screamed in the hall, the harsh sound like some kind of ominous omen.

This wasn't a warning—the Macharius Foundry's early warning system had long been paralyzed by some inexplicable interference. Sage Lawrence stood before the data panel in the control room, trying to find a clue amidst the chaos.

"In the end what happened?"

Lawrence murmured to himself.

Mars' communication network seemed to have fallen into some kind of paralysis. All information became fragmented, and some data streams were even mixed with strange binary chants.

These chants, which were supposed to bless the Skitarii in the name of Om Messiah, now carry a blasphemous power that is corroding the entire system.

"Sage!"

A priest rushed into the control room. "We've received an emergency call from Lava City, but the signal is very unstable, and we can only hear sporadic fragments... They said... They said Lava City has fallen, the Casting General is missing, and the Skitarii have been completely annihilated!"

"completely annihilated?"

Lawrence gasped: "Are you sure you're not wrong?"

Although collectively known as the Skitarii, the level of their armament varied considerably. General Forge's Skitarii were considered elite troops on Mars, so how could they be defeated in such a short time?

The priest nodded. "It's even worse... They say the Khorne army is advancing in our direction!"

"Khorne's demon army?"

Lawrence seemed to have heard something out of the ordinary: "Are you sure you heard correctly? How could the Khorne army appear on Mars?"

"I... I'm not sure, but the communication did mention 'Bloodthirster' and 'Skull Throne'..."

Lawrence was silent for a moment, then slammed the emergency button on the console. Alarms throughout the foundry suddenly blared, and red warning lights flashed in the corridors and workshops.

"Activate the defensive protocol! Have all priests and sages contribute their Skitarii, or none of us will survive!"

The Great Sage Caul in the Foundry refused the request to assemble. Since arriving at the Macharius Foundry, this Great Sage has been busy with some biological experiments. In short, he has no intention of joining them to fight the threat.

Lawrence had no right to demand that a great sage obey his orders, and Caul's self-protective behavior caused others to follow suit.

It was not until Skarbrand's vanguard dyed the entire sky scarlet that tens of thousands of armed servitors and crusaders were assembled in the huge foundry.

Lawrence was helpless, but he could only use this level of power to deal with the enemy.

"The Skitarii will delay as much as possible, and the rest of us will hurry to shift the production line..."

He thought these forces would be enough to delay the attack, but Victor interfered with the Skitarii's execution of the order. As the blasphemous chants approached, the movements of these cyborg soldiers gradually became sluggish, as if their machine spirits were being corroded by some force.

Lawrence's heart sank to the bottom.

He sent priests with holy oils and incense burners to fight against Victor. Although the purification was effective, the limited number of priests could not cover all the cathars.

As the overall combat effectiveness decreased, the demon army in the distance approached the foundry unhindered.

The leader, Skarbrand, spread his broken wings, brandished his huge battle axe, and let out a deafening roar.

"You can't stop the Blood God's champion!"

Theoretically, there should be cheers here, but the vampires below were silent. Skarbrand killed several vampires in anger and continued to move forward.

"hold onto!"

Lawrence roared, even though he knew it was a futile struggle.

"Sage, reinforcements have appeared on our other side! It's the Iron Hands, they're coming to support us!"

A glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Lawrence's heart.

He knew that there was indeed a team of Iron Hands stationed on Mars. Although they were exiled aliens, in such a critical moment, any reinforcements would be a life-saving straw.

"I knew Mars hadn't given up on us. Quick! Let them in!"

Lawrence gave a hasty order and opened the back door of the foundry.

However, when the Iron Hands appeared in his sight, Lawrence's heart sank again. Behind them were a group of warriors he had never seen before.

Lawrence sensed something was wrong: "You are..."

Before he could finish his words, Captain Cooper of the Iron Hands had already walked up to him and put his bolter to his forehead.

Lawrence was horrified: "I'm here to welcome reinforcements, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, sage,"

Cooper, who was determined to stick with Leon, said coldly, "But this foundry is now under our control."

Lawrence fought back with all his might, punching and kicking. As the other warriors escorted Leon into the foundry, he suddenly roared, broke free from the iron hand's grip, and pounced on Leon.

A beam of azure light pierced through the sage's head, and his body fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Leon put away his plasma pistol and asked the priest accompanying Lawrence affably, "Does anyone else have any comments?"

All the priests were terrified. At Leon's request, they were forced to take Leon to the production line of the foundry.

"The plasma engine of the Thunderhawk, and the chassis production line of the Dune Crawler."

"This production line is the core component for manufacturing the Dune Crawler. We must take everything away!"

Cooper pointed to a row of sophisticated assembly lines, his tone filled with unquestionable determination.

"And those heavy bombs and laser weapon production lines over there are all special versions for Mars, don't miss them!"

another Iron Hands soldier shouted.

"See? That's called professionalism!"

Leon exclaimed in admiration. He looked at the Soul Drinkers and said, "Remember, we don't fight, we only move!"

The Soul Drinkers behind him suddenly split into three streams, rushing towards different production lines. The veterans' posture when they used their chainsaw swords to split open the blast door looked more like greenskin raiders than Space Marines.

These extraordinary warriors who should have been shining on the battlefield are now using their extraordinary combat power to brutally dismantle the production line under the guidance of Iron Hand.

Some Primarchs had pondered how to make the Astartes shine beyond the battlefield after the Great Crusade. Leon felt he had made a lasting contribution in exploring this.

-

Skarbrand, who was still some distance away from the production line, split the last Skitarii in half.

He was not bathed in glorious blood, but was drenched in a mixture of motor oil and electrolyte.

"What kind of sacrifice is this!"

He roared and kicked away half of the mechanical body. "They don't even copper-plated the skull!"

Although he was not satisfied with this, he still had to do it. Skarbrand knew that the Blood God was not just a brainless reckless man who only cared about skulls. His master was also the evil god who controlled the most demon engines among the four gods.

Skarbrand, whose severed skulls had piled up to fill an entire planet but still could not obtain the Blood God's forgiveness, felt that he could demonstrate his "wisdom" in this regard and seek the Blood God's forgiveness.

He continued to advance with the demon army, but was unexpectedly stopped by another group of people.

They were a group of strange warriors, with obvious signs of biological modification on their bodies. Some kind of mechanical implants could be vaguely seen under their muscular muscles, and their aura was somewhat similar to that of the Astartes.

"For the Emperor!"

The leading warrior shouted and rushed towards Skarbrand, waving his power sword.

Skarbrand casually cut the warrior in half, but he didn't die. An inexplicable force from his chest urged him on, allowing the warrior, who was only half dead, to barely crawl towards Skarbrand.

"interesting."

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Skarbrand's mouth.

He realized that these warriors were far superior sacrifices to the Skitarii.

The Khorne army clashed with these warriors, who surprisingly gained the upper hand in the contest of power against the bloodletters.

But after a moment, the cables in the tendons of these overexerted warriors broke. Even if they had the last resort of burning themselves, it was still a drop in the bucket in front of the Khorne demon army.

Skarbrand laughed heartily. This was the most satisfying battle he had ever had since he came to Mars.

In the distance, Cawl did not comment on the crazy Great Daemon of Khorne. The great sage only collected the data feedback from his test subjects and evaluated their performance.

"The strength level is acceptable, but there are obvious self-destructive effects. Is it because it didn't undergo the complete nineteen transformation surgeries?"

He muttered to himself: "The operation of the 'Furnace' is stable, but it seems to be too stimulating after operation, causing it to lose the ability to distinguish between friend and foe. However, this may also be due to the influence of the devil..."

He put away the data tablet, not satisfied with the results of this experiment.

"Muscle strength and resistance to decay need further optimization, but not here."

As the Great Sage of Mars, Cawl has been wandering outside of Mars since the Great Heresy, carrying out plans that no one knows about.

He occasionally returned to Mars to ensure his plans were progressing and to adjust them, but he didn't expect to encounter Chaos invading Mars this time.