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

Thorne recognized the destroyed Titan Legion from the markings on the metal wreckage, and memories of the defeat fifteen hundred years ago flooded his mind. He looked at the ghost Titan, and his heart could not stop worrying about Leon.

Is it inevitable that this time it will fail?

Compared to other people's concerns, Li Ang was objectively evaluating Vashtor's strength.

It's indeed not very strong.

Compared to Khorne, who could corrupt an entire expeditionary fleet with just one move, Vashtor's method of assembling machines was many levels lower.

Leon could feel that 32K Vashtor was indeed far from the Lord of Ten Thousand Furnaces in later generations who could attack the Dark Angel's Stone Fortress.

But this Titan is not something they can deal with right now.

Leon's stern assessment was interpreted by Vashtor as a different attitude. Looking at the sage before him, who seemed to be at a loss as to what to do, Vashtor, standing on the Titan's shoulder, felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

Although the way he built the Titans seemed to be by picking up trash, so what?

The one who laughs last is the ultimate winner.

And he, Vashtor.

Even if his methods are not decent, he will definitely win!

"This is the true power of the God of All Things! Leon, how do you feel now? How do you feel?"

He waved his hand, and the Titan moved forward as he wished. Wherever it passed, the earth shook, and everyone fled in fear.

Li Ang had no choice but to take the Soul Drinker away from the test site.

"Is our capture plan complete?"

Armidale inquired, feeling that the situation was no longer something they could handle.

Vashtor's twisted creations rival the Emperor-class Titans, and only Mars' Firebee Legion can solve this problem.

If Thor was dispatched over, he should be able to restrain this behemoth a little, but there was obviously not enough time for Thor to come.

Leon denied Armidale: "There will always be a way."

He had thought that Mars would no longer be able to use his last trump card, but now it seemed that all his arrangements were just right.

He reset the transmitter, adjusted the direction to the Mountain Array, and connected the wavelength to the specific channel he had agreed with someone in advance.

"Show them what you've got, Dorn!"

A red comet shot out from the Phalanx!

PS: I will not update today, as the key plot later on involving how to deal with Wa Banxian will require more time to think about.

Chapter 196: It’s a Gundam?!

Kurland was surprised to find that the Phalanx's orbit had deviated from their original plan.

"what's the situation?"

He confirmed with the captain.

"The Phalanx won't obey my control!"

The captain nervously reviewed the situation: "The machine spirit rejected my correction order. It's as if someone with higher authority has overridden us!"

He tried to retake control, but the Phalanx remained unresponsive. The Machine Spirit proactively repositioned the Phalanx above the Lava City, and the captain could only watch helplessly as the data panel displayed a mech he had never known was transported to the Phalanx's launch platform.

The Phalanx actively pushed the mecha into the atmosphere, and the captain used observation equipment to capture the appearance of the mecha.

It was a mechanical warrior about thirty meters long, completely red, with a sharp V-shaped antenna on its head.

"What it is?"

Kurland had never known that the Phalanx had such equipment, but he felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, "Who is driving that?"

"It looks like a Titan, but its shape is a bit..."

It was difficult for the captain to give any specific comments. At least he had never known any Titan that could fly autonomously and directly enter the atmosphere from orbit.

This humanoid-like mobile suit is full of mystery to them.

The captain regained control of the Phalanx after the Gundam was launched. He and Kurland could only suppress their doubts and command the Phalanx to shock the entire orbital defense of Mars.

The doubtful people changed from them to Vashtor.

The red meteor falling from the atmosphere was too eye-catching, and Vashtor naturally noticed the glaring cracks in the clouds.

When he saw the Gundam, he found that it was another creation that he could not understand.

Its design, its energy fluctuations, even its very existence, were unlike any technology he knew.

Just like a siege tank...

No, it's even better than a siege tank!

"Another trick of Leon's?"

The red meteor suddenly slowed down as it approached the ground, and the thrusters adjusted its direction, allowing it to position itself steadily in front of Vashtor and his Chaos Titan.

The Gundam, which is less than 30 meters long, looks tiny in front of the Wraith Titan. Its light design for flight makes it look far less reliable than the heavy Titan or even the Pilot.

But looking at its human-like eyes emitting a cold blue light, Vashtor actually tasted a hint of unease.

He felt ashamed of his uneasiness.

"It's just a fancy piece of machinery. I'll tear it down to scrap metal!"

Siege tanks and Tiantu-class Titans, even if he couldn't understand their core, Vashtol had to admit that their designs had inherent rationality.

But from Vashtor's professional perspective, he felt that the Gundam in front of him was completely impractical.

Not to mention its combat effectiveness, it's a miracle that such a big toy can fly.

He waved his hand and gave the order, and the Chaos Titan raised its massive power claws and charged at the Gundam with devastating force.

However, Gundam's reaction speed far exceeded Vashtol's expectations.

With the instantaneous explosion of the thrusters behind it, the machine dodged sideways at an astonishing speed, avoiding the attack of the Chaos Titan.

Vashtor's eyes widened in disbelief for a moment.

Could it possibly be heavy enough to carry out such a maneuver? Did its thrusters have enough horsepower? Wouldn't the pilot inside be crushed to a pulp by the sudden G-force?

This stunning dodge was enough to serve as the opening statement of the battle. Vashtor, unwilling to be outdone, controlled the Chaos Titan to continue the pursuit, but Dorn in the cockpit always managed to handle it calmly.

The telepathic sensing frame is operating at full power.

This ability to make the impossible possible is the very essence of this Gundam. Through his own psychic power, Dawn is able to unleash his might on the battlefield for the first time in a long time.

He hadn't felt so full since losing a part of his warp essence.

Even better than my former self!

He raised the beam rifle in his hand, and the high-energy particle beam attacked Vashtor standing on the Titan's shoulder like a torrential rain.

Vashtor didn't dare to resist. He dodged and twisted on the Corrupted Titan's shoulder armor, but the deadly beam of light lingered like a thorn in his flesh.

He had barely huddled in the hydraulic tubing of the Titan's neck when Dorn's precise strike blasted his hiding place into a hail of molten metal.

Who is the driver in there? Why is he so accurate?

Vashtor realized he had made a fatal mistake.

He thought that Leon and his men did not have heavy weapons that could threaten the Titans, so he did not repair the corrupted Titans' void shields, leaving those adamantine skeletons exposed to enemy firepower.

As a result, the enemy's firepower was unable to threaten the Titan, but he himself was stabbed to death by this inexplicable mecha!

Vashtor gritted his teeth, connected his treasured essence into the Titan, and repaired the Titan's void shield generator with his own original power.

The high-energy particle beam exploded into brilliant ripples on the newly raised void shield, and Dorn's next round of shots was distorted into a harmless rain of light.

Vashtor slumped down, feeling lucky that he had managed to remedy the situation.

He was safe, for now.

Although it consumed a lot of energy, at least now he can use the shield to attack that strange mecha...

Wait a moment.

What is that mecha doing?!

As Vashtor's eyes threatened to bulge, Dorn manipulated the machine to draw out a sword hilt. With a thought, a thick beam of light was ejected, forming a beam sword blade.

The blade, infused with spiritual power, emitted a faint yellow glow. Dorn raised the beam saber high, and the thrusters behind him erupted into a tail of flame, crashing directly into the range of the void shield!

The blade fell, and the surging mental power broke through the subspace evil energy attached to the armor.

The metal, buried for millennia, couldn't withstand the force of this powerful blow. The beam melted through the Titan's shoulder armor, leaving a massive gaping hole.

So there are also methods of close combat?

What kind of power is this!?

Horrified, Vashtor manipulated the Titans to fight back, even personally attempting to corrupt the mechas with his psychic energy to hinder their movement.

But just like at the beginning, the thrusters spewing out hot flames carried the Gundam nimbly away from Vashtor's interception, and its body flipped flexibly in the air, easily avoiding Vashtor's attack.

While the Titan was unable to recover, Dorn instantly moved to the side of the Titan and swung his saber again, splitting the other side of the Titan in the same way.

The advantage of being able to fly was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Just like the Emperor-class Titan captain beheaded by Sangreles on the battlefield, Vashtor realized that he could not keep up with the movements of this strangely agile machine.

"What the hell, science doesn't exist anymore!"

In his scolding, he seemed to have forgotten that he was the most unscientific one.

Vashtor felt as if the Titan he had created was being mercilessly dismantled like trash. He tried his best to hold on, but found that he simply couldn't maintain the situation.

Unless he continues to use his precious strength - but his investment in this is already more than all he earns on Mars!

Should I retreat? Should I avoid it? Should I flee?

Vashtor's mind was full of thoughts, thinking about the best option at the moment.

The strange mecha seemed to have sensed Vashtor's doubts. It took the initiative to hover in front of Vashtor, with its azure eyepiece level with him.

Somehow, Vashtor could actually see through the eyepiece a kind of indifference that did not regard him as an opponent at all.

"Why should the weak fight?"

he heard Gundam ask.

There is no hint of sarcasm, it seems to be just a simple statement of facts.

That was what pierced Vashtor's heart deeply.

Weak.

He chewed on these two words over and over again, and the humiliation accumulated and merged into an ocean in his heart.

How many years had he been struggling in the cesspool of the Warp, enduring the mockery of the God of Pleasure, the contempt of the Butcher King, and the ridicule of the Lord of Change, all for the hope that one day he could truly join the ranks of the Chaos Gods and become equal to them.

But those beings didn't care about him. Even if he struggled for countless tens of thousands of years, he couldn't attract the slightest attention of those powerful beings.

It was just because he was weak, and he was not considered a threat by those people.

Just like now, just like the Gundam in front of him!

If it were just those five, it would be fine. But a mecha of unknown origin, a metal puppet whose pilot couldn't even be seen, dared to call him weak?

"You... don't understand at all!"

Vashtor roared, his voice mixed with hysterical madness.

He no longer held back, no longer calculated the cost. All his strength—the strength he had carefully amassed, the strength he had intended to elevate his essence, the fel energies he had intended to corrupt Mars—was now unleashed.

The surging power pulled up the debris on the ground of Lava City, dismantled them, turned them into parts, and then together with his evil energy filled the gap in the Titan that was previously dismantled by the Gundam.

"I am Vashtor! I am the Avatar of the Forge! I am the Creator of Chaos! I—will not lose!"

The Gundam hovered in mid-air without giving any further response, as if Vashtor's rage was nothing but a pointless struggle.

"Why should the weak fight?"

It asked again, its voice so calm it was almost cruel.

"Because I want to stand out! Because I will never let anyone step on me, never!"

The Fallen Titan and the Gundam begin to collide once again.