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

"I'd like to talk to you about the foundry itself, and its name."

This was the first time Kaul had shown a desire to communicate. Leon looked at him in surprise, not knowing what he was planning.

"Do you know Father Moravec? He was once the most talented of Terra's ancient Tech-Priests. He later fled to Mars and became the founder of today's Mars."

The master of the Order of Human-Machine Integration, the prophet of Om Messiah, the founder of the labyrinth under Mount Olympus, and the guide of the Martian faith.

This great pioneer, who first fixed Mars' vague belief in technology as "Om Messiah", once made a prophecy that "when Phobos and Deimos are separated as far as possible, Om Messiah, the god of all things, will come to Mars."

Only a few people knew the true meaning of this prophecy. When the Emperor arrived on Mars, the prophecy was fulfilled to its very essence by the Emperor, who was unaware of it. As a result, the Emperor was regarded by the priests of the time as the mortal incarnation of the Messiah.

But Cawl didn't want to talk about this beautiful story. As a devout follower of the Emperor, he wanted to talk about how the Emperor sealed the Moravec Caves, which contained all of Moravec's creations, after arriving on Mars.

"Moravec was a genius and a legend, but he was also the founder of the Dark Mechanicum. Under the guise of being the Prophet of the Omni Messiah, he conducted secret experiments that could not be revealed. From today's perspective, he created the first Daemon Engines. These engines were later released by the rebellious Fabricator-General during the Horus Heresy, endangering the entirety of Mars."

Kaul slowly recounted this little-known secret on Mars, but Leon's expression began to become strange as he tried to understand why Kaul suddenly mentioned this.

Oh my god, Kaur comes to talk to me and says I can’t cross the line?

Should he count how many unorthodox things he has done?

Leon didn't know what to say and could only listen to Kohl's chatter, but his performance made Kohl feel that it was his suggestion that made the sage notice his "boldness" and "crossing the line".

He felt a sympathetic connection with this sage and did not want such a person to die in the turmoil between Mars and Terra. However, he did not intend to intervene too much, so all he could do was give him a subtle reminder.

"We must operate within the rules, at least on the surface. Your technological attempts are so radical that you should be dormant in other areas, otherwise you will sow the seeds of disaster. Even if you are confident that you will not repeat Moravec's mistakes, there will be people who will brand you a technological heretic and a member of the Black Mechanicus. Remember, we must dance with shackles."

"I'll keep it in mind."

Kohl nodded with satisfaction. He thought for a while, as if thinking about something, and then handed Leon a floppy disk.

"what is this?"

"A method of strengthening tendons, and production data for the Heavy Fist Bolter."

Leon was a little surprised. He checked the data on the floppy disk and realized that the so-called means of strengthening tendons was actually the tendon cables of the Primaris Space Marines.

Of course, this technology does not seem to be very mature at the moment.

“Is this a new deal?”

Li Ang confirmed.

“No, I see it as an investment.”

Since Li Ang also has this ambition, Kaul doesn't mind giving him a little more.

The tendon cable is just a mechanical implant and does not involve the classified Blood Stack.

If Leon could survive this turmoil, Cawl believed that this bold sage would definitely use this technology. Then he could go to him again to retrieve the experimental data and speed up the process of producing Primaris Space Marines.

"If you can survive this turmoil and stay away from the vortex of human internal struggle, I will come to you."

He said to Leon.

Leon provided Licart's genetic parent to Kaur. Neither of them said anything more; everything was understood without words.

The authority of the foundry gradually shifted to Kaul, who commanded his servitors to start digging a hole, apparently intending to bury something shady underground.

Leon brought the chitinous shell gene fragment and went to the Soul Drinkers. Besides Lao Deng from the Second Legion, he also found several new Soul Drinkers to conduct experiments.

Logash was the first volunteer. His black shell was damaged in the previous battle, and due to the lack of spare black shells, it had not been repaired before.

At Leon's signal, he swallowed the genetic fragment of the chitinous shell.

The gene detection glands in his body began to identify and operate quickly.

As he ingested the substance that synthesized the chitinous shell as food, his skin began to rapidly wriggle. Leon cut open his skin and found that the chitinous shell was rapidly forming and filling the damaged areas of the black shell.

"This feeling……"

Logosh was a little bit incredulous.

"More flexible, more powerful, and self-generated without implants, isn't it?"

"Indeed."

Logosh admitted it, but thinking of those mutated Soul Drinkers, he felt a little uneasy. "Is this our original potential? If we develop it to the end, will this be..."

"That is why I am seeking the means to properly utilize your gifts."

The Soul Drinkers were in a slight uproar, and there was a bit more awe and admiration in their eyes when they looked at Leon.

Perhaps because they are not blessed with the miraculous nature of the Warp like the Primarch, the genetic detection glands of these warriors are actually not that powerful.

When they swallow an alien whole, the mixed genes in the alien's body will be reflected in them without distinction between good and bad, and eventually these warriors will be turned into terrifying monsters.

But if we screen out targeted gene fragments in advance like this...

Leon felt that he had found the correct way to rebuild the Second Legion.

Unlike Cawl, Leon doesn't have to consider how to implant the corresponding fragments into the gene seeds. He only needs to provide these Astartes with pure gene fragments, and they can complete their self-evolution.

Now, this fragment of chitinous shell is enough for them to self-generate black shells in their bodies, which can simplify many of the Astartes' transformation steps.

Is this a beggar version of Super Raven Guard?

Pinduoduo's super gene warriors are currently invested in by the Great Sage Kaul and the Tyranids as friendly investors. It is unknown who will become the angel investor in the future.

The heavy punch bomb cannon that Cawl gave him at the end was also very valuable to Leon. However, it was given to him now, leaving him no time to prepare.

After confirming that all Soul Drinkers had been strengthened and the status of the Tiantu-class Titans, Leon turned his attention to the dunes of Olympia.

There, the demons' first wave of attack on the Skitarii had begun.

PS1: Number 4 on the map is the Olympia Dunes Hive.

PS2: Before yesterday’s update, I owed 14,000 yuan, and after the update, I owed 24,000 yuan.

But the first day has passed, and I don’t think I will owe you so much money in the future.

The next chapter is about the battlefield before the protagonist intervenes. I will hurry up and try to release it as an extra chapter before 9pm.

Chapter 186: Leon, you are not in Dune Nest City at all, where are you?!

The initial battle was pretty uneventful.

The demon army only launched a tentative attack, and Vashtor intended to let these tentative attacks achieve some results, but the defense line that Kubik spent a lot of effort to set up would not be so fragile.

The Skitarii's defense line stretched like a Great Wall of Steel around the hive city, and the heavy turrets they set up repelled all the exploratory attacks.

However, Vashtor also figured out the firepower deployment of the Crusaders during this back-and-forth confrontation.

"Firepower is still in short supply. It seems that it will take a long time for the Hive City's production to recover."

Vashtor was satisfied with the result. He mysteriously imprinted the next plan into Victor's mind. Victor, who felt as if he had received a blessing from the God of All Things, suddenly understood how to carry out the plan next.

Under his command, Vashtor's ghoul army gathered again.

This time, their numbers far exceeded those before.

These outposts activated by chaos codes had no tactics at all. They simply advanced mechanically, exchanging their bodies for the Skitarii's ammunition and breaking through the traps set by Mars.

Realizing that his opponent was already seeking a decisive battle, Kubik no longer held back.

He pushed forward with all his Skitarii, unleashing a chorus of heavy artillery. Amidst the roar of the artillery, the ghouls in the front row were either melted into molten iron or torn to pieces.

But the ghoul army from the Rust Wastes had plenty in numbers. No matter how many the Skitarii killed, there were always more out-of-control servitors in the rear, ready to continue their charge, riding on the remains of their own kind.

After using numbers to fill the initial terrifying firepower coverage, Victor successfully led the out-of-control servitors to bypass the weak link in the defense line.

The Crusader Army's firepower network seemed to be insufficient in this area.

Kubik frowned as he calculated the data sent back from the front line of the battlefield.

"They paid over a million casualties just to get close to the defense line? What on earth do they want to do?"

Even if out-of-control servitors weren't worth much, they wouldn't be wasted like this. Looking at the enemy's movements, Kubik realized that his enemies didn't need a victory at all.

Their fighting style seemed to be that they only wanted to rush into the hive city without hesitation and then plunder it while the Skitarii had no time to adjust, rather than attacking the hive city and using it as a base for subsequent expansion to the entire Mars.

He could see from such movements that his enemy was weak and powerless. Even if he allowed the opponent to continue to attack, the final victory would definitely belong to Mars.

But the victory that belongs to Mars does not necessarily belong to the Casting General, and Kubik cannot accept such a victory.

If he allowed the enemy to plunder the hive, this battle would not be considered a success for him.

There will inevitably be a wise man who will stand up and accuse him of incompetence on the grounds of poor defense, kicking him from his already unstable position as the Casting General into a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

Since the beginning of the teleportation plan, Kubik has invested too much of his own energy.

His resources were transformed into nourishment for summoning the demon named Vashtor, the Intelligent Control Corps became the opponent's puppets, the Knight Family assigned to the Final High Wall disappeared, and the Crusader Army was continuously consumed in the front line against Vashtor.

If this battle is not fought beautifully enough and is not legitimate enough for him to continue to hold the position of Casting General, he will not be able to cope with the subsequent internal "academic exchanges" on Mars.

So he had to protect the nest from being breached - at least the core production area could not suffer too much damage.

Thinking of this, Kubik felt the pressure doubled.

Having lost his throne of data, he can only rely on his subordinates to act on their own, but the Skitarii, lacking data support, are obviously no match for the desperate army of ghouls.

The battle line of three million Crusaders was in crisis at many points, and Kubik could only put the biggest chip in his hand on the line.

"Let the Firebee Legion go!"

Following the orders of the Forge General, the Warlord-class and Warhound-class Titans slowly emerged from the numerous buildings in the hive city.

Three Warlord-class Titans and six Warhound-class Titans were formed into three teams in a one-to-two mode and dispersed to three battlefields under Kubik's dispatch.

The earth trembled slightly at the advance of the Om Messiah Divine Machine. Facing the endless waves of zombies, these proud divine machines were accumulating their anger.

"Fire!"

As the captain of the Warlord-class Titan gave the order, the Gatling gun that was specially equipped to deal with this battle suddenly spewed out flames, and the rain of steel bullets twisted the ghoul into a sieve that could no longer move.

The plasma incinerator cannon on the other side was also activated after a long period of energy storage. The high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees burned all the enemies within the range and sublimated them into charred smoke.

This blow created a five-hundred-meter-long burning corridor on the hill of Olympia.

The morale of the Crusaders was suddenly shaken.

As a divine machine capable of determining the outcome of a battle, the Titan demonstrated its unparalleled combat power the moment it debuted.

With three Warlord-class Titans as their cornerstone, the Skitarii, having regained their footing, used their galvanic and laser guns to keep the ghoul army at bay.

But how could Vashtor not have expected this?

Facing the Casting General who overturned the table first, Vashtor just looked to his side calmly.

Beside him, Skarbrand, whose nose was spewing sparks, was looking at the battlefield with his red, bloodthirsty eyes, looking impatient.

"Skarbrand, that's your opponent."

The bloodthirsty demon who had been eager to try was about to cheer for the release of his murderous nature, but he was suddenly choked when he saw Vashtor pointing at the War Dog Titan in the group of zombies.

"I fight a Titan? Are you serious?"

Vashtor didn't deny it, and Skarbrand flew into a rage.

"Wa Gou, you're using me as cannon fodder!"

"You're used to it, aren't you? I heard the Blood God's favorite was able to slay several Emperor-class Titans in a single battle. The Warlord-class Titan's firepower has already been tied up by my ghouls. As Khorne's greatest demon, can't you even contain a Warhound?"

Skarbrand stiffened his neck and subconsciously retorted: "Of course I can!"

He regretted it the moment he said it, but having signed the contract, he had no room for maneuver.

Even though he was extremely reluctant, the former Great Demon of Khorne was pushed to the forefront of the battlefield along with his demon army.

Their essence, derived from Khorne, made them incredibly resistant to ranged attacks. The attacks of the Skitarii were not completely ineffective against them, but they had to spend several times more ammunition than before to maintain the defenses that were being attacked by the Khorne demon army.

The Skitarii's already limited energy and ammunition reserves continued to plummet.

The hive city has repaired some of its life support systems thanks to the efforts of the priests, but such appalling ammunition consumption is not something that even a hive that has barely regained its operational capabilities can supply.

A Warlord-class Titan was a formidable weapon capable of influencing a war involving hundreds of thousands of people, but it was still somewhat powerless on a battlefield filled with demons. The firepower of three Warlord-class Titans could not possibly encompass a battlefield filled with millions of people.

As the Khorne army slowly but resolutely advanced, Kubik realized that the war was about to inevitably be drawn into close combat.

The ghoul army invaded the outskirts of the Olympia Hive, and the hymns praising Vashtor rang in the ears of the Crusaders.

The priests who were in charge of controlling the Skitarii had to devote their energy to singing the praises of Om Messiah in the Skitarii to counter the influence of the corrupted Machine Souls.

The helpless distraction of the priests further impaired the effectiveness of the Skitarii, and in the chaotic battle outside the hive, the Skitarii performed little better than the crudely made ghouls.

Kubik realized that if they continued like this, the entire war potential of the Skitarii, who were already unable to fight at full strength, would be exhausted. He could only order the Skitarii to withdraw to the outskirts of the city and use the complexity of the terrain in places with buildings to further deal with Vashtor's army.