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

As the price of going deep into orbit before destroying the defense array, even with the Phalanx as cover, the Combined Fleet is now unable to cope with it.

Hayes realized that now he could only call in units that could compete with these Titans.

"Contact Commander Christina, we need her assistance!"

The Titan Legion of Fate's Gate possessed a comparable Warlord-class Titan. It was carried aboard a specially constructed transport vessel of the Mechanicum, capable of reaching the battlefield only via specialized transport equipment. Counting solely on this Titan for rescue was clearly unrealistic.

But the "Fate's Gate" Legion now has something more convenient to deploy.

Just as the Titans were feasting, three heavy transport planes broke through the smoke that filled the sky over Mars.

A huge metal box over ten meters high was hoisted from the belly of their plane using thick steel cables and grappling hooks. They dropped the iron boxes not far from the battlefield and left.

At the last moment before hitting the ground, the iron box deployed its thrusters and crashed into the scorched earth of Mars.

The Titan's sensors began to sound the alarm. The Titan captains looked up and found that the shells of the three iron boxes that fell to the ground were actually breaking apart like living things.

The folded armor plates unfolded layer by layer, revealing the intricate weapon modules inside.

With a sound like the snapping of bones and metal joints, its thick hydraulic joints popped out from the inside, and its huge feet dug deep into the ground, supporting its huge body.

The upper part of the box lifted and rotated, and the four 250mm Punisher cannons were flipped from the back to the shoulders, and the Thor's hammers on both arms began to flash dangerous arcs.

Finally, an angular cockpit rose from the armor, and when its scarlet indicator light lit up, the entire battlefield fell into silence.

The entire transformation process took no more than half a minute, and the mecha, which was nearly twenty meters high when unfolded, had already entered a full combat state.

Its sound array system was turned on, and everyone could hear the veteran inside's excitement, like a child who couldn't let go of his favorite toy.

"Thor is here!"

What is Thor?

Even the knowledgeable Martians had never seen such a "heretical" creation - as a large mecha similar to the Predator class, it had no skull emblem or prayer relief on its body.

Instead, there are angular armor and exposed pipes, like killing tools forged in batches on an assembly line.

They could not see any reverence for the God of Machines in this Titan. Its cold rivets and rough welds seemed to mock the Martian worship of machines that had lasted for thousands of years.

"This is blasphemy against the God of All Things!"

The Titan captains were furious, and even without Kubik's orders, they spontaneously launched a siege on the Titans.

The volcanic cannon shot out, but Thor transformed too quickly, and the deployed energy shield was already prepared to be hit.

The crimson lasers sent violent energy ripples through the shield. Powered by the full force of the Titan's ion reactor, the attack was ultimately neutralized by the Titan's shield system.

The hunter controlling Thor within the sarcophagus discovered that his energy reserves had dropped by a full 5%. While Leon's shield technology was versatile, its energy consumption was equally alarming.

Fortunately, they didn't have to endure similar attacks all the time. The volcano cannon took at least five or six minutes to recharge, which was enough time for Thor to unleash his might.

"Feel the power of Thor!"

The Thor's hammers on his arms began to roar, and endless ion beams fell on the Titan's void shield.

Unfortunately, the effectiveness of Thor's hammer was not outstanding, and the Titan crew, who had been nervous about the large caliber of Thor, finally felt relieved.

They held up their void shields and waited patiently for the weapon systems to cool down, but they were confused by the enemy's non-stop shooting before their weapons were reloaded.

"Why are they constantly firing? Don't their ion weapons need cooling?"

It’s a pity that Leon couldn’t hear the Titan captains’ doubts, otherwise he would definitely complain back.

You're crazy, isn't it just a matter of raising your hand to perform a basic attack?

The Hunter, who had come all the way from the Great Crusade, had rich combat experience. He asked the remaining two Thors to cooperate with him to focus fire on one of the Titans.

Even if the damage done by Thor's single attack on the void shield is minimal, the combined firepower of three Thors' six-hammers for more than ten minutes is enough to overwhelm the Titan.

The three Warlord-class Titans barely managed one more round of salvos before the Titan under concentrated fire had to switch its main energy supply to the Void Shield system.

Fortunately, they had also learned the tactic of concentrated fire, and achieved greater success than their opponents. Under the concentrated fire of the incinerator cannons and laser cannons, the energy of a Thor could no longer keep up with the consumption.

Its energy shield began to collapse, and the armor plates facing the energy weapons twisted and burst in the high temperature, and a small half of the body was melted into red-hot iron.

The Thor itself lacked a shield system, and its proud structural defenses in its original world, combined with the Warhammer's own adamantium-ceramic-steel armor, took the blow. It wasn't destroyed directly, but it lost most of its combat power.

The morale of the Titan Legion was boosted as they realized that these metal behemoths they were facing were much weaker than they had imagined.

They are the real divine machines!

They wanted to take advantage of the situation and pursue, but a laser beam that passed through Thor's back accurately hit the Titan that Thor had previously focused on, completely overloading the opponent's void shield system.

Hayes, who was originally worried about Thor, suddenly felt relieved.

"It's our Titan! The situation is working in our favor!"

The Warlord-class Titan, brought to the surface in the traditional manner by a large transport ship, finally appears!

With a fiery opening shot from the same volcanic cannon as hers, Christina directly pushed back the momentum of the Titan Legion.

Seeing this, the remaining two Thors fired a few more shots without hesitation, melting several large holes in the opponent's platinum armor plates.

The attack was not fatal, but it gave Kubik a warning.

We can't continue the attack.

He could see that Thor was far inferior to the Titan. If they really had to fight to the bitter end, victory would definitely favor him.

But he couldn't trade his precious divine machinery for the enemy. If he forced the Titans to attack, causing unnecessary damage, they might even withdraw their only aid.

Kubik slumped in his chair, realizing that the game was over and he had lost his only chance in life.

"Retreat."

He waved his hand feebly and gave the order.

"We must rejoin our main force. Even if we cannot seize the initiative, we must concentrate our forces and not become Grox's meat at the mercy of others."

The remaining two Titans provided cover in front of the overloaded Titan. They no longer attacked, but slowly retreated.

At first, the Astra Militarum fell into a dead silence - no one dared to believe that the God Machines, once as unshakable as mountains, could retreat.

When they saw the fruits of victory with their own eyes, their cheers suddenly gathered into an ocean.

"To witness this astonishing battle is worth the price of admission, even if it means death!"

At this moment, no one can stop their advance on Mars!

The failure of the Crusaders was seen by those sages with ulterior motives, and they were already preparing to attack the Casting General again.

However, not everyone sees the failure of Casting General as an opportunity.

A blue-haired bird-headed man looked at the retreating Crusaders, his tone full of disappointment and disgust.

"They can't even bear the loss, how can they be such losers?"

"I don't think that's what you should say, Makkachen."

Vashtor, who was also observing the battlefield, was also dissatisfied with the outcome. He hadn't deliberately let the Skitarii go just to watch the Astra Militarum beat them up.

But what made him even more dissatisfied was this strange blue-haired bird with a big gap on its face.

"You promised me that Maxim's reinforcements wouldn't arrive on Mars so quickly, Makkachen! If it weren't for your failure, we wouldn't be standing here watching the Skitarii flee and praying Leon and his men wouldn't succeed! You think those Skitarii are useless, but what's the difference between you and them?"

The blue-haired bird stiffened its neck and argued, "That's different. At least I took the loss! Not winning is another matter!"

PS1: I still owe 20,000 words after updating this chapter, and finally broke through the 24,000 barrier.

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PS3: Later on, let Dorne appear and Mars will end the story. Let me reveal in advance that it is not a fight with Mars.

Chapter 193: Vashtor: Damn, I'm also part of the plan?

Vashtor looked at Makachen carefully and found that his feathers were disheveled and there were scars from being whipped on several parts of his body.

"The subspace is our home turf. How did you become like this?"

"An unexpected variable. I didn't expect a Warp entity to come out and protect his fleet. I was one step behind, and they tricked me."

"Who is that Warp Entity?"

Vashtor immediately thought of the cold sun that occupied the fifth position he had been thinking about: "Is it the cursed one?"

Makachen shook his head.

"If it wasn't him, you wouldn't be able to defeat him? Is the difference in strength between you two that big?"

"Fifty-fifty...right? Mainly because he was ambushed, otherwise I would have killed him alone quite often."

In fact, the dragon cart hit the top five times in five minutes.

Markachchen, still remembering this, was determined not to say it out loud: "Don't worry, I've taken this variable into account. My next plan against them will definitely succeed."

Vashtor was too lazy to curse anymore.

Looking at the Tzeentch Demon in front of him, who was even less reliable than Skarbrand, he asked: "What are your plans next?"

"My best plan is always for next time. Don't worry, I'll come to you when there's a better plan."

"So what should we do this time?"

Vashtor couldn't contain his anger. "I've invested so much, and you tell me you have no plans and want to leave now?!"

"That's how it is when you want to start a business. You take all the risks yourself. Or you could do what I did and find someone to back you up?"

"I will not be a dog to Tzeentch! And you, you will not leave!"

Vashtol took out a contract that was bound by his real name, and activated the effect of the contract, intending to bind Makachen, who had already opened the portal, in place.

But Makachen was unaffected. Vashtor was stunned. He hurriedly checked the contract and found that the signature of the Great Daemon Tzeentch at the end of the contract had begun to blur.

"Your contract only works on those brainless fools, doesn't it?"

"Makachen, you fucking…"

"Hey, if you're new, practice more. If you can't afford to lose, don't play. You're always using chicken feathers as a token of authority. Why don't you spend more time improving your own subspace essence?"

Makachen walked calmly through the warp gate and turned back to look at Vashtor with a grin as his face began to distort.

Vashtor could feel the other party's surging power of change that had pleased Tzeentch, and he knew in his heart that his contract had become a springboard for the other party.

Damn, I ran into a subspace scammer!

"If I need you in my next plan, I'll come find you. Thank you for your wonderful performance on Mars, Vashtol. Let's meet again in the unpredictable arena of fate."

Vashtor, who no longer had any means to stop the Great Demon of Tzeentch, could only watch him leave.

Looking at the traces of psychic energy remaining in the portal and then at Skarbrand who was still howling, a feeling of powerlessness came over Vashtor's heart.

What kind of teammates did I choose?

An exile whose mind was only focused on killing but who also wanted to show off his incredible wisdom, and a Tzeentch demon who was so cunning that he turned all his attention on his own people?!

…Maybe it’s not entirely because of my teammates.

He turned his gaze back to the outskirts of the city. Although he could not see Leon, his heart was already full of complaints about the priest.

First, there was the brand new knight mecha, and then there was the Thor Titan. How many good things did this priest have in his hands that even a craftsman like me, a demigod, had never seen?

Compared to the stunned Casting General, Vashtor, who had been stirring up trouble since Maxim, knew a little more about Leon. At least he knew that Leon didn't have these things before.

Whether it was the siege tank, the Tiantu-class Titan or the Thor mecha, they all appeared after he defeated Maxim.

Even beings like the Four Gods couldn't possibly know everything, but Vashtor's origins came from the Dark Age of Technology, and he was certain that during that era of technological explosion, humans had no technology that could rival these things.

It was as if it suddenly appeared from the void, mysterious and abrupt.

Furthermore, he was applying these new technologies so quickly. Even if he had developed them all himself, this was completely inconsistent with normal R&D procedures...

As a demigod, Vashtor found himself feeling deeply wary of a sage.

He wanted to kill Leon as soon as possible, but the technology in his hands aroused his curiosity and made him deeply fascinated by him.

Rather than killing the other person, his biggest thought now is to capture the other person and see how many strange ideas are in the other person's head.

This is no longer possible.

Victor also led his ghoul army to attack the outskirts of the city, but his progress was slow due to the resolute resistance of the Fist of the Paragon.

The corruption of the Plague Waste Code is a special attack on the Crusaders, but it is ineffective against those mortal soldiers.

High-value units that could threaten the defenses would be hunted down in the ruins on the outskirts of the city by the Tiantu-class Titans piloted by the Iron Hands.

The remaining zombies were just cannon fodder and could not use their numbers to defeat the enemy on this battlefield where they could not expand.