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

Cawl had no desire to contribute to the war—he didn't think Mars would fall, and his own plans were far more important than the Martian conspiracy.

After testing his creations against the armies of Khorne, he began to consider his evacuation plan.

Skarbrand was unaware of Cawl's presence, and his focus was on the production lines, believing these battles were merely a minor incident that would hinder his efforts to seize the Martian production lines. After eliminating the last resistance, he rushed to the core area of ​​the foundry station.

However, when he arrived at the production line, the scene before him made him furious.

A group of Astartes were busy beside the production line, packing up a large amount of STC data and production line equipment, obviously stealing the loot he had already reserved.

"How dare you ants steal the Blood God's property!"

"What do you mean by the Blood God's property? Is your name on it?"

Skarbrand looked furiously at the mortal who dared to rebuke him, and discovered that it was a sage of the Mechanicus.

Facing the angry exile, Leon even had the leisure to spread out his palms.

"I forgot. Even if your name is written on it, it doesn't count as the Blood God's property. After all, you were like a dog when Khorne kicked you out of the Khorne Realm. A stray dog ​​without a master doesn't count even if your name is engraved on it."

Skarbrand, who was obviously not a cultured person, was a little confused by the sudden opening of the box. He couldn't even think of how to refute it for a moment.

After his brain froze for a moment, he remembered that he could just do it.

"You rude Jianzhong, I want you dead!"

He raised his giant axe and attacked Leon with the axe blade wrapped in the flames of the warp.

Leon rolled sideways, dodging the blow. The Astartes beside him seized the opportunity and attacked the demon with the ions and laser cannons they had just plundered from the assembly line.

Faced with the firepower aimed at his own joints, the Great Demon raised his remaining wings to resist. He began to charge furiously, obviously wanting to cut Leon, who had insulted him, into pieces in close combat.

But this is exactly what Li Ang wants.

"It's now!"

Leon gave orders to the Felynes who had been lying in ambush on the dome.

Twelve bomb barrels buried between the load-bearing columns exploded at the same time, and the shattered metal trusses of the dome fell like spears of divine punishment!

Skarbrand was horrified. He managed to cut through two of the beams, but the third pierced through his remaining batwing, pinning him to death in the boiling cooling pool.

Such an attack wouldn't severely injure a demon renowned for his combat prowess, but it was enough to keep him from escaping for a short while. Skarbrand could only watch helplessly as the Astartes began their reckless actions, continuing to move the production lines he had so longed for right before his eyes.

They didn't even leave him any cooling pipes on the production line!

"Coward! Thief!"

The demon's roar shook the assembly line, "You don't even have the courage to face the Blood God Champion..."

"A Blood God Champion who can't even see the Brass Throne?"

Scarbrand, whose most sensitive nerves were repeatedly whipped, began to twitch like an epileptic.

He tore at the steel beams on his body frantically, and the brass armor cracked in his frenzy: "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! The Blood God will restore my name!"

The Astartes had already packed up the last few things they needed and ran out of the foundry with the bags. Only Leon stayed for a moment and looked at the poor guy again.

"I've left you a line of Dune Crawler refrigeration machines."

He kindly reminded her, "Copper conducts heat better. Your master must be very hot sitting on it all day. Take this back and use it as an air conditioner. Maybe it will show your filial piety."

"You vile lump of iron, I'm going to stuff your soul into—"

"Stuffed into the brass throne you can never return from?"

Cooper drove the stolen vehicle to meet Leon. Leon delivered a final blow before the hatch closed: "I suggest you go borrow a complete pair of wings from Tzeentch first. Even the vampires would be grinning at your current appearance."

Skarbrand was stunned, and he turned to look at the Khorne demon army beside him, and found that these bloodletters were either looking up at the sky or looking at the ground.

No mage dared to comment on the matter, but Skarbrand had already sensed their true feelings.

"I'm going to chop you up, slice you up, and mince you!!!"

The vehicle sped away from the foundry. Leon looked back and saw that the entire foundry had collapsed under Skarbrand's fury. His rage turned into a column of blood that shot up into the sky, staining the nearby gravel dark red.

But what does this have to do with Leon?

He shrugged and gave new orders to his troops.

"Contact Kurland and ask him to send some transport ships down to deliver the goods—don't forget to tell him that I only want the largest ones."

Chapter 180: Occupy the land and become king.

The vampires tried their best to free Skarbrand from the steel bars, but failed. Finally, Victor arrived and cut the steel bars with professional equipment.

"The priest!"

Skarbrand's one eye burned with rage: "That damned thief! I want to know his name! I will grind every bone of his into powder!"

Victor didn't dare to go against the will of a great demon. He retrieved the surveillance data from the foundry and quickly identified the person who had caused the exile to suffer.

The moment he saw that person, his pupils shrank into the shape of wheat awns.

"Sir, the priest's name is Leon."

Victor's voice was complex, and his undisguised hatred was accompanied by a deep fear of Leon: "He is the enemy of all of us."

"Leon..."

The last time Skarbrand heard this name was when Vashtol mentioned that this person would bring a group of reinforcements. He did not take this person seriously at that time. But now, he has experienced the pain.

He repeated the name in a low voice, as if he wanted to chew it up and swallow it, "Where is he now?"

Victor shook his head helplessly.

"Cowards! Thieves! They stole my loot and slipped away like rats!"

Skarbrand's rage surged again, with nowhere to vent. He slammed his great axe into the wall, tearing the thick metal like paper. Through the torn passage, he saw the corpse of the enhanced warrior he had slaughtered earlier.

His anger immediately found an object to vent on.

"If they hadn't stopped me, I could have reached the production line in time and stopped Li Ang from stealing!"

He roared and gave new orders to Viktor and the Khorne army.

"Find those who are manipulating the enhanced warriors behind the scenes, and I will tear them into pieces!"

-

Caul was in his private laboratory, slowly organizing the data he had just collected from the battle.

As a great sage, he easily determined that the demons were not targeting him, but the production line within the foundry. He did not rush to evacuate, but planned to conduct a preliminary analysis of the data before leaving the foundry.

He was completely immersed in his research: "It seems that we need to further optimize the gene sequence. Perhaps we can try to increase the load of the second heart..."

The sudden alarm interrupted his experiment. He frowned in dissatisfaction and wanted to turn off the alarm. But before he reached out to turn it off, he saw the surveillance video and stopped himself.

The corridor outside the laboratory was occupied by a group of twisted ghouls and vampires, and in front of them was the angry Skarbrand.

Aren’t they going to look for the production line? Why are they here?

"Damn it!"

Cursing under his breath, Caul quickly closed the datapad and began to pack up the important materials in the lab. He knew he had no time to continue his research.

The door to the laboratory was split in two by the axe with a loud bang, and Skarbrand rushed in, wrapped in the flames of the warp. His eyes were fixed on Cawl.

"Are you Kaur? You're the one who released those troublesome bugs?"

Kaul looked at the demon in front of him calmly: "Those warriors are just my test subjects. How are they performing?"

"Performance? They wasted my time and allowed those thieves to steal my production line!"

Skarbrand roared, and slammed his axe down on the lab table next to Cawl: "Cawl, you must pay for this!"

The test bench was split in half, and the floppy disk that was originally uploading data and storing the results of this experiment turned into ashes in the explosion.

Kaul had no time to feel sad about the loss. He quickly took out a genetic master copy from the test bench and at the same time activated the emergency defense measures in his laboratory.

Several automatic turrets descended from the ceiling, and dense firepower instantly covered Skarbrand.

This firepower was just a tickle to the big demon, but the time bought was enough for Caul to release another batch of semi-finished enhanced warriors from the freezer.

These warriors fearlessly stopped the incoming bloodletters, and two Castle-star mechas belonging to Kohl also joined the battlefield, hindering the enemy's offensive in the narrow space.

Only then was Kaul able to escape from the escape route.

Now he knew that the Great Daemon of Khorne was taking his anger out on him because the production line was gone, but the question was... why was the production line gone?

They were right there, how could they have been stolen?

Although the Blood Stack was saved, this loss still made Kohl feel upset.

What he lost was not only the data of this experiment, but also a secret experimental base.

His shady experiments could only be conducted through the experimental bases he secretly prepared. Of course, he would feel sad to lose one of them due to an accident.

Fortunately, Kohl had the magnanimity to let go of things. He took two breaths and calmed down.

This great sage, who still has half of his body left, still retains the determination to push forward his experiment, but he has to consider where to proceed.

Anywhere that would be under the close surveillance of Mars was definitely out of the question, but those less well-organized locations, such as the Macharius Foundry, were extremely vulnerable to attack by Chaos forces.

After much thought, Coles fixed his eyes on the magnificent star fortress in orbit.

Mountain Phalanx.

He finally made up his mind.

"Finally, the walls are high. Perhaps I can seek temporary refuge from them."

-

Unlike the unshakable appearance when viewed from the ground, the interior of the Phalanx had just experienced a round of turmoil.

The Skitarii troops stationed in orbit also received orders from General Augustus of the Forge.

Compared to the random deployment orders on the ground that resulted in being attacked from both sides, the orders received by the 500,000 Crusaders in orbit were even more extreme.

They were ordered to board the Phalanx and seize control of the ship.

Fortunately, the ruling sage who had previously obeyed Kurland wholeheartedly did not obey this forged order. He stood still and commanded 500,000 crusader troops, overlooking the war-torn Mars from orbit.

Are you kidding me? Five hundred thousand Crusaders want to board an ancient star fortress as big as the moon?

The number of people they have is not even enough to fuel this star fortress!

However, his "unwavering resolve in the face of adversity" didn't represent everyone else's attitude. Compared to these sages with their own agendas, the Knight families affiliated with Mars were far more loyal.

Unlike the Imperial Knights who belong to the Terra Council, the Knight Families that belong to the Martian Knight Council are absolute supporters of the Forge World.

The armed forces at their disposal are all provided by the Forge World, which means that the survival and honor of their family are directly linked to the Forge World.

Because of this, when the order issued by "Kubik" was received by the six knight families, four of the six knight families stationed on the Phalanx carried out the order of the Casting General without hesitation and launched a rebellion on the Phalanx.

The heavy knight mechas are an absolute killer against infantry, and these miniature Titans are also a tough enemy for the Astartes.

But the Phalanx was not a feudal world ruled by knights. Facing the well-prepared Astartes, these knights, while difficult, were far from insurmountable.

When the Forge General granted Kurland the command, Kurland had already divided the six knight families and arranged them in different areas on the Phalanx.

When four of the knight families decided to follow the orders of the "Forge General" and launch a rebellion, the four knight families, with a total of nearly 300 knights, were just four independent rebel forces that lacked infantry support.

No matter how large the Mountain Phalanx was, it couldn't compare to the boundless plains on the planet. The area deliberately arranged by Kurland was not enough for the Knights to deploy their formations and unleash their firepower.

Given the limited space, these huge war machines appear slow and clumsy.

The first to arrive at the front was Colonel William. Faced with such a huge mecha, he was intimidated.

Fortunately, Father Xie Ri arrived in front of him. This priest, whose identity he still didn't dare to understand - or didn't want to find out, once again brought his incredible creation.

An "armored vehicle" made of countless scrap steel and iron.

These armored vehicles are real armored vehicles, made entirely of armor, and there is no trace of any weapons on them.

"Are we really going to use this thing against the knights?"

William was very skeptical.

"I'm not afraid of anything!"

Xie Ri yelled at the top of his lungs, "These big iron cans are here to give us ready-made scrap metal!"

At his urging, the undead army used this as cover and slowly advanced towards the knights.

The Squire-class and Viper-class knights at the front were the first to confront these abstract vehicles, but they found that the automatic cannons and small melta guns carried by the small knights were not enough to penetrate the vehicles that covered the infantry in a short time.