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

"Send those Astartes in and have them fight the Cybernetic Corps in the city. The troops returning to Lava City will arrive soon. All you need is for us to arrive."

Augustus obeyed.

The resistance outside the Lava City was abandoned, and the siege tanks concentrated their firepower and quickly opened a gap in the Lava City with high-explosive bombs that could not be blocked by the void shield.

They switched back to their normal forms and rushed into the lava city along with the Soul Drinkers.

Amidel was the first to enter the gap, and Occam, who had been lurking in the lava city, was waiting for him inside the gap.

Ockham looked at them with surprise: "Compared to the last time we met, you seem to have become very different."

"We have gone through a round of reinforcements, which gives us the confidence to attack Lava City."

Strengthen? Within these few days?

Occam suppressed his doubts and asked, "What's your next plan?"

"I will let the Soul Drinkers who join us later take charge of the front battlefield. You lead us to the flanks, and we will attack from there and completely defeat the defenses within Lava City."

The cries of slaughter filled the Lava City, and ordinary Skitarii were no match for the Astartes. However, the arrival of the Cybernetic Corps prevented the battle from becoming one-sided.

Lo'gosh shot at the Fort-class Automata with his bolter.

The mechas' armor is so strong that explosive shells, weakened by their atomic shields, can only leave shallow dents under their armor.

To make matters worse, their firepower was even greater than that of the Astartes, and the heavy bolters on their shoulders could easily suppress the Astartes when they opened fire.

Lo'gosh was still looking for an opportunity to attack, but a bolt pierced his power armor. He staggered and fell to the ground.

Birmingham quickly pulled him back to the bunker.

"Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"

Lo'gosh spat out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs clearly damaged, but the explosive bullet actually bounced out of the bullet hole in his power armor.

"It's okay, the chitinous shell blocked it."

In the past, such an injury would have at least required him to be sent for surgery, but the new chitin shell could be adjusted freely as they wished, allowing Logosh to use the chitin shell to jam the explosive bomb that was supposed to be shot into his body onto the shell and squeeze it out.

However, the price was also significant. As an Astartes who could endure hunger for a long time, he actually felt his stomach was empty in the midst of war.

"Looks like you should eat."

Birmingham sent the signal as Leon had requested earlier, and soon a group of Felynx wearing chef hats rushed in front of them.

These little guys pushing their special food carts on the battlefield seem out of place, but they are an important part of the new Soul Drinkers' combat system.

They expertly set up portable stoves, take out fresh ingredients from the food trucks, and quickly start cooking.

Nutrients needed for the chitinous shells were added as seasoning. Artillery fire roared all around, shrapnel flew everywhere, but these little guys were not affected at all, and they focused on wielding the kitchen utensils.

Astartes does not have glands that secrete chitin in its body, so this can be supplemented by cat food from Elu cat.

Soon, a steaming hot cat meal was handed to Logash.

Without hesitation, Logosh swallowed it down in big gulps. The chitinous shell that had been replenished began to repair itself rapidly in the delicious food, and Logosh quickly regained his combat capability.

Although it was temporary, Logosh even felt that his strength was even greater than before.

"These Felynx are really useful."

Birmingham exclaimed: "For the first time, I realized that we can still fight like this."

The Felyne cats quickly packed up the food carts and pushed them away into the shadows of the battlefield. Logosh and Birmingham then rejoined the battle.

Augustus, who was commanding the intelligent control corps, felt something was wrong the more he fought.

As a great sage, he could monitor most battlefield information and adjust his deployment. However, during the short time he spent fighting the Soul Drinkers, his plans had gone awry several times.

He investigated the cause of the problem, but found that it was not his logic circuit that was faulty.

It was not an illusion. Those Soul Drinkers who he judged should have been injured and withdrawn from the battle actually appeared on the front line again in less than ten minutes.

"How can this be?"

Augustus couldn't figure out the reason, but when he thought that these Astartes were Leon's men, he actually felt a strange sense of reason.

The sage has already brought too many unplanned variables, so it seems normal to have one more.

What made Augustus feel a little relieved was that the Cybernetic Corps was still able to suppress the Soul Drinkers. The Astartes could only rely on their few siege tanks as a barrier to withstand the firepower and advance forward.

Even if they could quickly replenish their forces, it would not matter, as their progress would not exceed Vashtor's expectations, which had a margin of return.

And it wasn't just the ordinary Soul Drinkers. As the Forge Director who had met the veterans of the Second Legion on Maximus, Augustus had reserved a special "surprise" for those aberrations wielding Monster Hunter weapons.

"Report! The target has been observed appearing on the flank of the front!"

"The reason they didn't show up at first was because they wanted to open up the battlefield from the side."

Augustus had anticipated the veterans' intentions and dispatched his pre-prepared intelligent robots, all of which were specialized fortress-class robots specializing in defense and close combat.

Being able to chop tanks apart is indeed a skill, but the materials used in the intelligent robot soldiers are much more solid than those tanks, and they even have special atomic shields to enhance their defense.

Augustus had long ago collected combat data of these special Astartes. He believed that these silicon-based holy spirits of the Mechanicus were not enemies that those genetic freaks could deal with by brute force alone.

They had been undefeated all the way from Maxim to Mars, and now it was time for them to be taught a lesson.

He was waiting for the outcome of the battle with great confidence, but received shocking news from the priest who ran back in a panic.

"Those Astartes... they really split the automatons apart!"

"what?!"

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Theodore wielded a heavy sword, his strength enhanced by the electronic muscle bundles within his power armor. However, the core source of his strength came from the tendon cables implanted in his arms.

The mechanical implants provided by Kaul were put into use by Leon as quickly as possible.

Although this technology is still immature, the hunters of the Second Legion have physiques far superior to those of ordinary Astartes. They can fully withstand the side effects of such implants and give full play to the role of tendon cables.

These veterans who have gone through the first round of transformation are now much stronger than before.

Theodore felt the power surge through every fiber of his being. Facing a Castle-class automaton, he leaped forward fearlessly.

"Break it for me!"

The greatsword slashed down with a deafening metallic tearing sound. With the help of the tendon cable, the sword's edge instantly cut through the mecha's outer armor, sparks flying everywhere.

The automaton tried to raise its gear blade to counterattack, but was completely severed by Theodore's second strike. Theodore twisted the blade, deeply embedded in the automaton's torso, abruptly splitting the massive mechanical creation in two.

The mecha's nuclear reactor exploded at the moment of its rupture, and then it collapsed to the ground, with debris scattered all over the ground.

The priests who were in charge of commanding the intelligent control robots around them could only stare in amazement at this scene.

"Oh my god, I really saw the Om Messiah!"

It felt like seeing an ordinary person come up and slide down, directly shattering the priests' confidence in the intelligent control corps.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, except Theodore, who was not satisfied with his result of smashing the automatic robot in two hits.

When the smoke from the explosion cleared, he turned to Amidel, who was cutting the mecha pipeline with a flying dragon knife, and shouted: "Captain, I think it's still not strong enough!"

"Then bring the Felynes over, Music!"

A siege tank rumbled to the scene, providing artillery support. A Felyne opened the commander's hatch, pulled out a hunting horn, and began to play it from the top of the turret.

As it sang, golden psychic energy attached to the blades of the weapons, subtly strengthening all the Astartes' attacks. Theodore was even more excited than ever.

"Okay, okay, even my work has been pulled out of my teeth!"

It is of course impossible to take down the Lava City with Soul Drinkers alone, but it is a different story if a real siege tank and a buffed Felynx are added.

The combat power displayed by these reinforced warriors terrified Augustus. He reassessed the battlefield based on the speed at which these warriors could handle the cybernetic mechas and came to a terrifying conclusion.

Before Vashtor can get back here, these Soul Drinkers will kill each other in Lava City!

At this point, having some production lines stolen was already acceptable. Augustus was only afraid that these Astartes would be able to reach the location of the teleportation device and destroy it.

He could only quickly inform Vashtor of the situation here. After learning the latest battle situation in Lava City, Vashtor could only stare.

This is no ordinary sage. He knows that he must strike hard.

But where can we find a powerful punch now?

He was too lazy to even think about how Leon did all these things, and his thoughts went straight to what he should do to save Lava City from danger.

It would be fine if we didn't take the dangerous technology, but the production line had to be taken back no matter what.

If the transporter was captured by these Astartes, he would not be able to bring back a single piece of the production line and believers he had obtained on Mars.

Vashtor had already invested too much of himself on Mars. He was like a gambler who had put everything on the line. If he didn't want to lose everything, he had to bet himself on it.

"Is it all I can do to go to Mars myself?"

Vashtor looked at Augustus. This believer had repeatedly failed him, but this time, he could offer something that wouldn't disappoint him.

"Augustus, do you want to become one with me?"

Augustus was stunned, but he quickly understood what Vashtor meant.

Beneath the appearance of technology lies the essence of religion. Augustus has long been convinced of Vashtor's identity as the God of All Things.

Now that he actually had the opportunity to dedicate himself to the God of All Things, the great sage's voice began to tremble with excitement.

"Great God of All Things, it is the honor of my life to be one with you! I am willing to offer everything I have, including my steel and soul, just for your arrival!"

"Very well, Augustus. Gather all the priests, and we shall prepare the ceremony."

Not all priests were as devout as Augustus, but their lives no longer belonged to them the moment they surrendered to Vashtor.

Led by the forge sages, they could only despairingly be used as fuel, pressed in bundles in front of the altar, and witness the beginning of the ceremony at the last moment of their lives.

Vashtor's ritual was straightforward and concise. As twelve priests, including himself, entered the altar, Augustus, the main subject, felt his consciousness gradually fade.

He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force into an endless void.

He no longer had any real form, but gained a keen sense of insight into the essence. When his eyes fell on Vashtor's warp entity, his original frenzy suddenly became clear for a moment.

"You are not the God of All Things? You...!"

The final awakening could not change anything, and Vashtor swallowed Augustus' soul in one gulp. Augustus completely dissipated, and his body and soul became the nutrients for Vashtor's arrival.

"Not the true God of All Things? Humph..."

Augustus's last words made Vashtor feel a little unhappy.

The God of All Things does not exist in the first place. It is a concept fabricated by Sage Moravec.

The fragment of the Star God imprisoned in the Martian labyrinth could not accept the faith of these oil men. If he could ascend to the throne of the Warp through his vicious skills, Vashtor believed that he was the god who best met the definition of the God of All Machines.

But now he is not.

The essence given to it by Tzeentch and Slaanesh is circling the door of evil skills. Even if he tries his best to gather the essence related to forging and technology, he is still far from the throne of god.

Although there were a series of small essence fragments scattered around, such as the Eldar god of craftsmen, Val, the biggest obstacle was that the cursed one had already collected more than half of the forging essence before him and gave it to his "child" - the Primarch of the 18th Legion, Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons.

"I will become the true God of All Things. That day will not be long."

Augustus slowly stood up from the center of the altar, and the people around him knelt on the ground in awe, paying homage to the descending God of All Things.

Vashtor felt this body, he drove his own strength, and felt that there were countless debris under the lava city echoing with him from afar.

"Fortunately, I chose Lava City."

Vashtor was full of confidence: "Leon, your arrogance will be thoroughly cleared up here!"

Chapter 195 Let them see it, Dorne!

"Lava City is a nice place, isn't it?"

Leon suddenly asked Thorne.

"Perhaps geographically."

Thorne remained noncommittal: "But this place is a painful memory for me and the entire Seventh Legion."

He could already see the outline of Lava City from the Thunderhawk gunship. Gazing at the city before him, his mind drifted back to the distant battlefield of the Horus Heresy—the battle that had nearly driven him and ten thousand of his Imperial Fists brothers into despair.

Ordered to support the Martian loyalists, they set up defenses within Lava City, but all their efforts were in vain when an enemy appeared who could ignore their defenses.

That's an entire Titan army.

The Storm Lord Titan Legion stationed in the city was still arguing about these Astartes setting foot on the holy land of Om Messiah without their permission, and was unwilling to cooperate with the Imperial Fists. They had long since sided with the Chaos Death Skull Titan Legion and took advantage of their internal strife to launch an attack.

Neither the Imperial Fists nor the Storm Lord were prepared enough, and all 300 Titans of the Death Skull pressed forward, destroying half of the entire Lava City in an instant.