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

The Storm Lord, who launched a hasty counterattack, discovered during the battle that a small half of their own legion had also defected to Chaos. With the joint efforts of both the Storm Lord and the Fist of the Empire, they were defeated by Death's Skull.

The Storm Lords were almost completely wiped out, and the Lava City was destroyed. Only Sigismund escaped from the Lava City with a few production lines and equipment and returned to Terra.

Imperial Chancellor Malcador hailed the logistical boost as a victory, but to this day, Thorne still tastes the bitterness of defeat.

This bitterness made him feel as if the war-torn lava city beneath his feet was actually overlapping with that of fifteen hundred years ago. Leon saw the complexities in his heart and comforted him, "This time, we will definitely succeed."

Thorne nodded and said nothing more.

The gunboat and barge landed in the part of Lava City that had been captured by the Soul Drinkers. Xie Ri, who was in charge of driving, immediately grabbed Neos and excitedly dragged him off the gunboat.

"Go, go, go! Boy, I'll take you to grab some good stuff!"

Leon did not stop him. The task he assigned to Neos was to lead these Marines wearing CMC power armor to sweep and plunder the good things in Lava City.

As for the rest, of course it was left to him and the Astartes.

"Hurry up, we have to take down Lava City before the demons come back!"

Following Li Ang's call, everyone took action.

Although the Fists of Exemplary have not been strengthened yet, they are sufficient for the battlefield that has been opened.

The Soul Drinkers, who were originally unable to expand their offensive due to lack of manpower, received reinforcements and their offensive in Lava City became even more fierce.

The situation had completely turned in Leon's favor, and they no longer needed the guidance of the Expunged War Gang to launch an attack. So Occam approached Leon.

"I think we can settle the payment now."

"I'll settle it together after the mission is over."

"What, it's not over yet?"

"Of course, your next mission is to protect the Casting General."

Occam thought he had misheard, so he asked Leon for confirmation and received another positive response.

"Remember those assassins on Mars at the beginning? Kubik's defeat will cause him to lose his position as Fabricator General, and it's unknown when the next one will be chosen. If the Assassins' Court wants to establish their authority by killing the Fabricator General, they have to do it while Kubik is still the Fabricator General."

"Right now."

Occam understood what Leon meant. "Would his survival help your plan?"

"Think more, Ockham. Until then, all I can tell you is to think more."

Occam, looking thoughtful, left Lava City with the Expunged Gang.

The progress in the Lava City was so smooth that Leon didn't have to worry too much. He finally had time to stop and check the corrupted Crusaders and out-of-control servitors.

He found the way these servitors had been corrupted amusing.

This electronic virus that specifically attacks the equipment of the Skitarii and the Mechanicus, as well as its characteristics after infection, reminded Leon of the Flayer virus of the Necrons.

Of course, the Flayer virus, cursed by the C'tan himself, is close to an unmodifiable meme in the physical universe.

This plague code, which turns servitors into zombies, isn't as powerful as the Flayer, but its creator clearly drew a lot of inspiration from the Flayer.

"It looks like an electronic virus, but it spreads through the subspace. It's unlikely that the bird-headed man could do it. The electronic demons under his command are not that complicated."

Come to think of it, he still doesn't know who is manipulating all this behind the scenes.

The four gods all have the ability to corrupt machine souls, but their corruption is similar to the brute force infusion of great strength, which directly turns the opponent into puffs.

If even the Birdheads can't do something as delicate as writing junk code, what other subspace entity has the ability to do so?

Thinking of those black oil guys shouting "The True God of All Machines", Li Ang had a vague guess in his mind, but he was not sure yet.

He ordered the Astartes: "Speed ​​up the pace of the attack. I need to verify some conjectures."

The intensity of the war suddenly reached a new level.

The Soul Drinkers, strengthened by the Felyne, advanced with unstoppable force. Warriors armed with greatswords and axes faced the enemy, slicing each cybernetic mecha into pieces.

Amidel led other veterans to encircle the enemy from the flank, completely defeating the defense deployment of the Intelligent Control Corps.

"Captain, we're almost at the teleporter!"

Theodore shouted excitedly.

Armidale nodded, but felt uneasy.

The resistance of Lava City suddenly weakened, as if all the cybernetic robots had become headless flies without a leader. This abnormality made him alert.

"Be cautious when entering the experimental site. I suspect they have a backup plan."

The soldiers around them nodded, and a siege tank was moved in front of them. They used the tank to directly destroy the outer wall of the test site, intending to break in directly from the side.

The wall collapsed, rubble flying everywhere, but the helmet caught a figure behind the dust.

The soldiers hadn't expected that even though they were taking an unconventional route, they would still encounter the enemy. Armidale knocked on the tank and shouted to the technical sergeant Gamas inside:

"Keep going, just run over it!"

The engine roared, and the surging power provided by the nuclear reactor made the siege tank rush out like an arrow, as if it would crush the figure into dust in the next second.

But the opponent only lightly touched it, and the once unstoppable tank suddenly stopped. Its engine was still roaring, but it seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier, unable to move forward even a meter.

Everyone was surprised until the dust settled, and they realized that the man standing before them who was trying to stop a chariot with his bare hands was actually the great sage Augustus.

When the main character appeared, everyone clenched their weapons tightly.

Vashtor looked around at the warriors, his eyes focusing on their weapons.

"interesting."

He didn't attempt to seize the weapons, but instead reached out and touched the siege tank. Using touch as a medium, his power infused the siege tank, attempting to twist and corrupt the machine spirit within, turning this killing machine into his own.

The alarms within the siege tanks suddenly blared. Gamas tried to resist this data intrusion, but the enemy's methods were beyond his comprehension.

"The machine spirit is wailing. The great sage is trying to seize control."

He reported to Armidale.

"Then activate the self-destruct sequence. We can't let this tank fall into the hands of others!"

"Uh... that's not necessary. I don't know why, but it seems the best he can do is disable this tank."

As if to prove the Tech Sergeant's words, Vashtor abandoned the Corrupted Siege Tank. He stepped back, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

"What the hell is this tank?"

There are Machine Souls that cannot be transformed, just like how Huron, the Timely Rain, captured the Macragge's Glory ten thousand years later but was unable to use it for his own benefit. Powerful Machine Souls can resist the corrosion of Chaos on their own.

But that’s the strange thing.

Vashtor could sense that the tank's machine soul wasn't very powerful, and he only exerted a little force to paralyze it. But when he tried to move forward, the corruption process became difficult.

No matter how he corrupts it, his power will find it difficult to penetrate it.

This feeling is similar to the data cable not matching the interface, its essence does not match the core of this tank.

How is this possible? I am a demigod of the warp!

Everything in the real universe will have a corresponding concept in the subspace, which is why subspace creatures can theoretically know everything.

Even the Four Gods couldn't actually do this. However, as long as they belonged to this universe, there would always be commonalities between concepts.

It's not like what's happening now, where even he, who is in charge of half of the concept of a craftsman, feels unfamiliar with the essence of this creation.

It didn't even pop out of the void, as if it didn't belong to this universe...

It was clearly just an ordinary tank, but it directly refreshed Vashtor's cognition.

Originally thinking that he could turn the tank into his own helper with a little "miracle", he suppressed his inner shock and distanced himself from the siege tank.

He wanted to use his might to corrupt the tank and drag it back for further study, but the current situation did not allow Vashtor to do so.

He wasn't strong enough, so every bit of strength he had in this world was precious. He had to focus all his energy on the steel blade and turn the tide.

The Soul Drinker reacted and gave chase, but this level of attack was still no match for Vashtor.

The mechanical tentacles on Vashtor's body stretched out, and he actually unleashed a firepower far exceeding that of an Astartes squad by himself.

The continuous attacks suppressed the veterans who had lost their tanks.

A Soul Drinker tried to calculate the remaining ammunition and counterattack at the right time, but Vashtor's attack showed no sign of stopping.

The Soul Drinker who stood up quickly fell to the ground with several bullets in his hands, and was finally dragged back by Felynx.

"Even a great sage can do this. Doesn't he have endless energy?"

Gamas felt that this went against common sense.

"Because he's not Augustus at all."

Someone outside the arena answered Gamas's questions. The soldiers looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that Leon had arrived at the scene without them noticing.

He held his plasma pistol in his hand, and like Vashtor, he deployed various weapons on his body and charged into the battlefield from the side!

The scorching plasma beam forced Vashtor to deal with Leon. He dodged sideways, and some of the firepower was directed at Leon. But Leon, holding up the energy shield, fired back without hesitation.

The Soul Drinker, freed from the oppression, rose and joined Leon in attacking Vashtor. Possessed by Augustus, Vashtor was no longer in a position to gain an advantage in a direct confrontation. He gave up the exchange of fire and stared intently at Leon.

"Sage Leon..."

Vashtor directly confronted this unpredictable sage for the first time: "You are indeed quite capable."

“I was surprised, too.”

Leon also looked at Augustus and realized that his previous guess was wrong.

"Vashtor, I didn't expect you to stir up trouble in this day and age."

"?!"

Vashtor stood there for a moment, at a loss as to what to do.

I'm super, box!

He had been lurking in the subspace, even his attempt on Mars hadn't been publicized. How did this sage manage to register himself right here?

He calmed himself down and said, "I don't understand what you are saying."

"Stop pretending. Your ghoul corruption, which mimics the Flayer virus, has already betrayed you."

Li Ang spread his hands and said, "Just because you stole some of the Star God's leftovers, you really think you're the God of All Things? You can't even rummage through the Chaos Gods' trash cans, and you think you're worthy of eating at the table?"

How could I not think of something so offensive?

Vashtor's eyes suddenly widened. He actually felt a hint of admiration first, and then anger.

The problem was that after thinking about it, he couldn't think of anything he could refute.

It might sound cool to carefully design a system and then rob the production line on Mars, but compared to that siege tank, these outdated technologies are really just garbage.

The most important thing is that he may not even be able to take this pile of garbage away!

The embarrassment of being unable to refute turned into anger and shame. Vashtor no longer hid his identity and began to exert his power with all his strength.

"Who do you think you are, Sage Leon? Just because you know a few secrets and have a few special creations, you dare to speak so arrogantly in front of a god?"

Vashtor swung his mechanical arm suddenly, and a psychic barrier instantly unfolded, temporarily blocking the Soul Drinkers' attacks.

He used this barrier to slowly retreat. The ground beneath his feet began to emit a low rumbling sound, as if some giant creature was awakening underground.

"Since you are so eager to witness the might of the God of All Things, then I will grant you your wish."

The breath of the Warp suddenly swept across the entire Lava City, and even the Astartes felt uncomfortable.

Li Ang was not affected, but soon, the cracks in the ground forced him to find a way to stabilize his body.

"I'll show you that challenging God is foolish!"

Vashtor raised his arms high, and with his loud shouts, the steel wreckage sleeping underground began to wake up.

The massive metal skeleton rubbed harshly under the erosion of the Warp's energy, like the wailing of countless souls. The wreckage broke free from the earth, carrying a rotten aura and a twisted form, slowly rising into the air.

Vashtor's subspace energy was like an invisible thread, pulling, assembling, and gluing the debris together.

Huge Titan heads, broken mechanical arms, shattered armor plates, and even long-rusted weapons were all reassembled under his power. The joints between metals emitted a dazzling red light, as if forged together by the flames of the warp.

As the last piece of wreckage was assembled, a huge behemoth one hundred meters tall stood on the ruins of the Lava City.

Its body was twisted and grotesque, as if forcibly pieced together from the remains of countless different Titans. But its hundred-meter height left no one in doubt about its combat prowess.

Everyone in Lava City was shocked by the sudden appearance of the Chaos Titan. Thorne, who was following Neos to sweep the periphery, was even more shocked than others.

"Storm Lord?!"