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

"What keeps humanity fighting is never cold logic, but fiery will. True miracles are created by those who can wield steel."

Cooper seemed to understand something: "That's why it's called Pilot?"

"Yes, this is the Pilot."

Cooper felt relieved after receiving Leon's affirmation. The dark cloud that had been hanging over his heart for a long time finally cleared up.

He no longer thought about those who had denounced them as weak and claimed that emotions only led to mistakes. He touched the Titan's armor plate with his own fingers, feeling the cold touch, but it was as if he was touching something surging.

That was the new future for him and his brother.

Perhaps they should follow Leon and form a new regiment called the Pilots.

He was not in a hurry to board the BT, but pulled Leon aside.

"Sage Leon, I have something for you."

He took out a fluorescent green stone and handed it to Li Ang. Li Ang weighed it and found that it had a cool metallic texture.

"what is this?"

"Our clan's holy relic, we call it the Iron Stone. Its origin is unknown, but it has the power to maintain machine spirits and allow machines to slowly repair themselves. I once hoped to use it to buy a new future for my brothers and me. Now that we have seen hope, I wish to entrust this holy relic to you as a token of my gratitude for your tolerance and help."

This ability sounds very related to the subspace, but Leon did not feel any abnormal movement of its psychic energy being suppressed by him when he touched it.

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, realizing that this item was not simple. He did not hesitate and directly accepted the holy object.

"I'll make it count for what it deserves."

Cooper nodded and boarded the Tiantu-class Titan. He began to try driving. Thanks to his Iron Hands talent, he adapted very quickly. Within a few hours, he was able to cooperate with BT to complete difficult maneuvers.

The excellent maneuverability of the Tiantu-class Titan, combined with the Astartes' reflexes, can even allow this eight-meter-tall mecha to engage in close combat like an Astartes himself.

This is an agility that the mechas in the Warhammer universe can't even imagine. Perhaps only the Eldar's Ghost Knight or Wraith Titan can match it.

It seems that the Iron Hands are born to be Pilots. As long as there are enough Titans, they can become the backbone of the battlefield at any time.

The Titans in "Titanfall" are not limited to the balanced Tiantu class. In the basic model classification, there is also the heavily armored and heavily fired Kraken class and the Ranger class that excels in close combat.

In "Titanfall 2", there are second-generation improved models such as Ion, Ronin, Polaris, Legion, and the well-known third-generation "Vanguard-class" Titan BT-7274.

But one must eat one bite at a time. Like Thor, Leon did not seek to develop Titan to perfection right away.

The current situation on Mars requires them to produce as many ready-made Tiantu-class tanks as possible, as well as supporting weapons for pilots such as data knives.

With a pile of knight wreckage as a basis, Leon estimated that he could modify about fifty of them.

While this number was only comparable to that of a small knight family, Leon had no squire-level knights filling the gap. Coupled with the Astartes as pilots, Leon believed they could unleash a combat power far exceeding that of a normal knight family.

At his signal, the Moravec Foundry entered into a new round of intense and exciting production.

The successive arrival of the Mechanical Priests greatly accelerated the production of the Tiantu-class Titans, and the appearance of the Pilot on the next battlefield was a foregone conclusion. Leon turned his attention to how to strengthen his undead army.

He took out the previously captured Dune Crawler production line and figured out how to modify it into a more versatile version.

"I think the style of this thing is somewhat similar to the walking mech in Red Alert 3..."

Just as he was thinking, an unexpected visitor interrupted his work.

"Nyos, what's wrong?"

It was Neos who knocked on the door and interrupted Leon - with the life support system of Mars destroyed, it would be difficult for the undead army, lacking power armor and fully enclosed vehicles, to go out on Mars.

Their current responsibility is to train with the Fist of Exemplar on how to build a defense line, and to be responsible for monitoring and patrolling within the foundry.

"A sage has come to our forge."

Neos reported, interrupting Leon.

This was the first time someone above the rank of priest had come to Leon. However, Leon, obsessed with rebuilding his production line, didn't care for this wise man: "Please invite him in and keep an eye on him. I'll meet with him later when I'm free."

"I think you should meet with him now."

"?"

Leon turned around and looked at Neos.

Although Leon didn't care about the difference in status, the concept of status was deeply rooted in the human empire. Even though Leon acted very friendly, few people dared to make such a bold proposal to him.

Neos, however, looked calm. Meeting Leon's gaze, he explained naturally, "I think that sage is quite extraordinary."

"How unusual?"

Li Ang became interested.

"He said his name was Belisarius Kaur."

"Hiss... That's really unusual."

Leon gasped and began rummaging through the blue paint bucket.

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to paint myself blue and look miserable before I go see him. That way, the great sage will give me good things in an endless stream."

"?"

Neos obviously couldn't understand this timeless sense of humor, but Leon didn't care. He asked Neos to help him clean up his scattered design papers. Neos did as he was told, and when he saw Leon's draft of the improved Dune Crawler, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"These designs... seem very interesting."

"Can you understand?"

"Just a little."

"Then you might have the potential to become a mechanical priest. I'll teach you a few tricks later."

Leon intends to make Neos a spiritual symbol among mortals, preferably one who can lead an army himself.

However, after a period of fighting, Li Ang discovered that although he was extremely brave when fighting on the front lines, he had no military talent. If he were to lead the troops personally, he could only lead a regiment at best.

Li Ang knew that this kind of thing could not be forced. It would be a good thing if he could discover the other party's talents other than military. He also needed an assistant other than Xie Ri.

After finishing the manuscript, Neos led Leon to meet with Kaul. The great sage did not wait for Leon's arrival as usual. He stood by the production line, marveling at the Tiantu-class Titan being assembled.

He noticed Li Ang's arrival and turned to face him. This stereotypical researcher didn't offer any polite questions, but instead questioned Li Ang directly out of curiosity.

“How do you use existing technology to create something completely new?”

He saw through the essence of Leon's creation at a glance and asked, "Have you discovered the STC of a new type of knight mecha?"

Chapter 184: Canned Food Improvements.

Leon looked at Belisarius Kaur.

This great sage, whose flesh was already shredded by the 40th century, has yet to transform into the steel behemoth of later generations. Believing in the superiority of humanity, he still strives to preserve his physical form as much as possible, rather than relying on mechanical modifications.

If Neos hadn't emphasized that this was Kaul, Leon might not have recognized him.

However, Leon was amazed by Kaul's outstanding knowledge. So far, he was the only one who had touched the edge of the essence of Leon's creations.

"I'm sorry, Great Sage Kaul, I didn't recognize you just now."

Leon stepped forward and shook his hand. "Are you interested in these knights?"

“A little bit, but that’s not the direction of my research.”

Kaul carefully avoided the topic. He sensed from these "innovations" and Leon's eagerness that this sage, Leon, was not to be trifled with. He didn't want to cause any further trouble, as he carried a secret.

"My main focus is still on biological research. I came here precisely to find a good place on Mars, where the war is raging, so I can continue my experiments without being disturbed."

"Then you should seek the help of the Casting General."

"Compared to Mars, I believe the reputation of the Imperial Fists is more valuable."

Li Ang narrowed his eyes. He knew that Kaul must be conducting experiments that were not allowed to be seen on Mars.

Although everyone knows about Cawl's misdeeds in later generations, from "the Primaris Space Marines who modified the Emperor's sacred creation" to the "Degraded Cawl" who boasted to Guilliman that as long as he was made a Forge General, he could help Guilliman conquer the entire galaxy.

But this is 32K, and the Lord Regent, who was invincible in single combat, was just buried in Macragge not long ago, and it has not yet become a famous attraction supporting Macragge's tourism industry.

It is estimated that Cawl's Armor of Destiny has not even been opened yet, so it is certainly impossible for him to pull Guilliman up to endorse him.

Even though Cawl is now the great sage of Mars, once his secrets are exposed, the entire Mars and even the empire will be turned upside down.

This was probably the reason why Cawl wanted to stay under the radar. However, since the Beast War had just begun, Leon had no idea how far his experiments had progressed.

Maybe I should give it a try.

"If you simply seek a laboratory at the Moravec Foundry, I'd be happy to provide it. But if you seek the protection of a Start-Up Group, that's a different concept."

Having made up his mind, Leon put on a difficult expression: "It's hard for me to decide whether it's worth doing this without any basis for judgment."

"Of course I brought the corresponding reward."

Kaul's gaze swept across the surrounding production lines and the Undead Army. Easily figuring out what Leon needed, he extracted some casting data from his mental database, copied it onto a floppy disk, and handed it to Leon.

"I promise this is what you need most right now."

Leon browsed the data template and found that it contained a heavy punch bomb cannon.

This large-scale bolter, equipped on a cybernetic mecha, is the Empire's most advanced bolter weapon. Although bulky, its caliber and high rate of fire give it formidable firepower that can serve as an area support weapon.

It is not difficult to manufacture, but it is regarded as a treasure and kept strictly guarded by the Mechanicus. It is only spread to a few forces that have good relations with the Mechanicus.

Now Cawl has handed over its manufacturing technology in full to Leon. This reward is indeed enough to exchange for the help of the Imperial Fists.

This production template is especially valuable when Leon is still worrying about what weapons to equip his self-improved Dune Crawler.

Compared to the complex ion and phosphide weapons carried by the Dune Crawlers themselves, the easy-to-manufacture, easy-to-maintain and easy-to-resupply bolter is certainly a more suitable choice.

But Li Ang did not accept this manufacturing technology.

He pushed Kaul's hand back and asked, "Great Sage Kaul, I remember you were a biological sage, right?"

Alarm bells suddenly rang in Kaul's heart.

There was no point in denying something that everyone knew, but Kaul subconsciously hid the Blood Stack even deeper. "I am indeed a biological sage, Sage Leon, why do you want to confirm this?"

"I think your knowledge of biology will be more helpful to me. I need an assistant to help me analyze a relatively special gene library and target the genetic expression encrypted in the genome."

"Unfortunately, I'm not an expert in genetics."

"But Sandney is, isn't he?"

Leon could feel Kaul's body tense for a moment.

The tentacles on the opponent's servo backpack began to dance, and the Ohm Messiah Axe in his hand began to flash coldly. But Leon, who had been prepared, took out his plasma pistol first and pointed it at Caul's head.

The patrolling Undead Army rushed over and aimed at Kaul. The priests who were screwing in the screws rolled up their sleeves, determined to defend the sage who had been so tolerant of them.

"I advise you to be careful with your words and actions, Great Sage Kaul. This is my territory."

Cawl also knew that he was impulsive. He could only take off his weapons to prove that he had no ill intentions. At the same time, he began to consider whether it was a mistake for him to join the Imperial Fists.

Yazer Karsandani, the Second Director of the Technobiological Department during the Great Crusade, was responsible for the creation and improvement of the Black Carapace of the Legiones Astartes.

Nearing death from old age during the Heresy, this being sought to transfer his digital consciousness into Cawl's body to achieve immortality.

During the fierce battle between the two sides, the Emperor suddenly appeared in Cawl's mind and ordered Cawl to defeat Sandeani and continue his unfinished work.

With the Emperor's help, he ultimately triumphed over Sandenei, claiming everything he had. His genetic knowledge became the basis for his attempts to improve the new Astartes.

He had always kept this secret hidden deep down, and no one, not even on Mars, knew the full story. Unexpectedly, today, he was revealed by the sage from Huangquan No. 8.

"How did you know about Sandney?"

Kaur wanted confirmation.

"Water leaves its mark, great sage Kaul."

Leon shrugged. He also unarmed himself, expressing his goodwill.

Dora Kaur was a treasure trove, and he had no intention of turning against this great sage who would determine the fate of the empire ten thousand years from now. However, it would be a good idea to grab him before he could develop any more.

"Don't worry about where I learned this little secret, Great Sage Cawl. I have no intention of using it for anything other than assisting me in my experiments."

Call was silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons within himself.

Of course, he didn't like his secrets being in the hands of others, but he had no other choice as he urgently needed to advance his experiments.

If he left directly, he was confident that the other party would not be able to stop him after paying a price, but the genome that Leon mentioned was something only he could decipher...

Curiosity and threat overwhelmed Call's doubts, and he finally nodded and agreed.

"I will assist you in your experiment. Take me to see the genome."