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

It was unable to break the deadlock while being entangled by this strange mecha, but as long as the Astartes did not evacuate so quickly, he could place his hopes on external forces.

Vashtor's consciousness briefly returned to the team returning to Lava City to urge them on.

There was no need to say much about the Black Oilers and the ghouls under his command. However, Skarbrand, who had been forcibly ordered to leave the battlefield earlier, was in low spirits and did not obey Vashtor's orders.

Vashtor came to Skarbrand, wanting to give the big demon a good beating.

"Skarbrand, don't forget that we have signed a contract. You cannot slack off for any reason before the contract is completed..."

He held the contract and muttered. For some reason, Skarbrand, sensing Vashtor's arrival, suddenly stood up.

"what are you doing?"

Vashtor was shocked. He almost thought that this brainless bloodthirsty demon was going to tear up the contract between them and attack him.

But Skarbrand simply moved closer and sniffed Vashtor's scent.

He sniffed the remaining soul breath on Vashtor like a dog, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to a trembling ecstasy.

"It's Dorne, it's Dorne!!!"

He howled with excitement.

"Yeah, I can smell him! Right on you!! Right on you!!!"

"Dorn? What Dorne?"

Vashtor quickly realized: "That Primarch?"

"That's right! You must have just come into contact with him. Tell me where he is! Tell me where he is!"

Li Ang? It definitely couldn't be him. But if it wasn't Li Ang...

Vashtor thought of another opponent he had just fought, and Skarbrand's urgency outlined a possibility in his mind.

"The guy in that weird mech's cockpit... is Dorn!"

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Chapter 198 The True "God of All Things"

All the strange things that happened before seemed to be explained, but Vashtor knew a little secret.

"Why Dorn? Doesn't he already have no warp essence?"

During the Horus Heresy, Perturabo and Fulgrim joined the rebellion, but there was no unity among the traitors.

Fulgrim ultimately devised a plan to seize half of Perturabo's Warp essence and sacrifice it to the Ascended Demon, leaving Perturabo an incomplete Primarch.

Perturabo was certainly unwilling to accept this, but although he was eager to repair himself, he also understood that he was no match for the ascended demon Fulgrim.

So he set his sights on those brothers who had not ascended to demon status and had not fully awakened the essence of the warp.

His mortal enemy, Rogal Dorn.

The Battle of the Iron Cage did not defeat the Imperial Fists, but the price paid by the loyalists was more than the lives of tens of thousands of Astartes. Dorn's Warp essence was also seized by Perturabo, and he was no longer otherworldly.

The Primarch's body was indeed powerful, but that body was merely a vessel for the cursed to restrain their essence and give them humanity.

It's not that no one has ever replicated the original body in physical form. The original body replicated by Abius Bayer, who is well versed in this field, has about 60% to 70% of the original's charm in terms of physical form alone.

But after losing their most essential things, even the clone Horus would be pierced through by a claw from his filial son Abaddon.

Having lost his essence, Rogal Dorn disappeared in a boarding battle and has never been heard from since.

The evil gods of the Warp knew that he was still alive, but a Primarch without the essence of the Warp could no longer attract the attention of most of them.

Vashtor had never expected that he would meet Dorn here, and he had never expected that a Primarch who didn't even have an essence could drive a weird mecha and beat him back step by step.

What on earth is that mecha?

Vashtor's curiosity was rekindled, and he realized that it might be that mech that gave Dorn his fighting power again.

But now is not the time to satisfy his curiosity, Skarbrand is already too excited to control himself.

"Dorn! Dorn!"

He roared, "If I can sacrifice him to the Blood God, I will surely win the chance to return to the Brass Throne! Vashtor, tell me where he is!"

"A Primarch who has lost his warp essence is worth all the trouble you're going to make?"

Vashtor asked back, but Skarbrand's eyes revealed contempt for him.

"You don't understand us, Vashtor. We need warriors who are heroes, not just a piece of the Warp's essence. Even if Angron possessed the essence, he would be nothing more than a killing machine without honor."

"Dorn is different. He has already proven himself before the Blood God. If you can infuse him with a core that belongs to the Blood God, he will serve under the Blood God and become a warrior far more outstanding than that Butcher's Nail!"

It was hard to imagine that such a big fool could say such grand words. Vashtor thought for a moment before he understood his core meaning.

Isn’t this forced degeneration?

It turns out that when the other party had the essence of the Warp, they couldn't get him as a person. Now that he doesn't have the essence of the Warp, they just stuff the concept of being subordinate to Khorne into him, and forcibly turn him into a member of the Khorne camp like creating a bloodthirsty demon.

Are all of you in Khorne's camp so shameless?

Vashtor wanted to sneer, but he quickly realized that this was an opportunity.

He is now entangled by Dorn's Gundam. If Skarbrand is willing to take the initiative to fight Dorn, not to mention figuring out the mysteries of Leon's creations, he can at least take back many of those production lines.

Vashtor made up his mind: "Dorn will fight me in Lava City."

"Give him to me, Vashtor, in the name of the Blood God!"

"And what can you give me, Skarbrand?"

In exchange for free service to himself later, Vashtor, who never mentioned that he actually had no way to deal with Dorn, pretended to be reluctant and gave Dorn's head to the Great Daemon Khorne.

"Dorn! Dorn!! Dorn!!!"

The ecstasy of the Great Demon of Khorne almost condensed into substance. He vibrated the remaining wings that had long lost their membranes, and crawled towards the lava city like a dog that found a bone.

Vashtor was satisfied with Skarbrand's fighting spirit and turned his attention back to Victor.

Maxim's deputy foundry supervisor, a mechanical pioneer who was resurrected by him.

According to the plan, the other party's body and brain, which he had carefully forged, were his first choice for coming to the world. Unfortunately, the situation was urgent, and he could only sacrifice Augustus to maintain the situation.

Then Victor has to stay and take charge of the situation among the black oil men.

But Victor was not a good choice, Vashtor could see the hatred flashing in his eyes.

This sage who spared no effort to rush back to Lava City not only obeyed his own orders, but also had the desire to kill Leon with his own hands.

Vashtor could only display the majesty of the God of All Things: "Victor, your personal vendetta is not more important than the great cause of serving the God of All Things."

Victor did not answer, his doubts were growing like weeds in his heart.

Is Vashtor really the god of all things?

He didn't know the answer, nor did he have a choice. But when Vashtol activated the previously established contract, he could only submit to Vashtol's majesty.

"Obey, or be abandoned."

"Your will, God of All Things."

The demon army, fully adjusted, pressed into the lava city, where Skarbrand had already taken over the battle with Dorn. He dragged his great axe into the battlefield and took advantage of the Gundam still fighting the Titan to launch a sneak attack from behind.

"Even if you were made of stone, you would learn to bleed today!"

Dorn's reaction was much faster than his sneak attack.

The Gundam nimbly leaned sideways with its sword raised, and it looked as if a bloodthirsty demon had crashed head-on into the beam saber with its own giant axe.

As Dorn exerted his strength, the sneak attacking Skarbrand flew backwards like a cannonball.

The Great Demon Khorne was not angry but happy.

"It's the Blood God, he's looking at me, he's looking at me!"

The moment the beam saber and the brass axe collided, the sky over the entire Lava City suddenly darkened. A scarlet vortex appeared in the wound-like rolling clouds—a rift in the Warp, a glimpse cast by the Blood God.

Skarbrand, who hadn't received the Blood God's favor in tens of thousands of years, was so excited that his whole body trembled. His broken wings actually began to repair, and his body began to swell as he once again received the Blood God's attention.

Skarbrand, who had just been severely damaged by the Gundam, recovered to his full strength. Not only that, he took another step forward under the watchful eye of the Blood God, and his body expanded to the size of the Gundam.

"Do you feel it? He is watching us!"

He stood up again from the ground, flapped his repaired wings, and blood mist-like ripples suddenly burst out in the air.

Dorn wanted to dodge, but Skarbrand's speed was already able to keep up with the Gundam's maneuvers.

He pressed Dorn with the hungry axe blade, and countless twisted faces appeared on the brass edge. The souls sacrificed to the Blood God were screaming and urging him to tear the Primarch's flesh.

Dorn didn't answer, but his psychic framework was pushed to its limit. His beam saber brushed against the axe blade, the blade slicing through Skarbrand's breastplate.

Skarbrand tried to fight back, but Gundam's fist had already hit him hard in the face.

The Great Demon of Khorne's head tilted back to an exaggerated angle, and his cervical vertebrae made a crisp sound of breaking, but healed instantly under the power of the Blood God.

"Come again! Dorn, come again! I will personally offer you to the Blood God, and every drop of your blood will become a jewel beneath His throne!!"

This battle, which would not be decided in a short time, made Vashtor frightened.

"What a mad dog."

He cursed under his breath, but without hesitation, he maneuvered the Titan back. With the free time, he could finally use the Titan for his original purpose.

"Crush them!"

No one could withstand the wrath of an Emperor-class Titan. The main gun on the Titan opened fire, and the defense line built by the Fist of the Paragon was destroyed in an instant.

Losing their defenses put them in a tough fight, but fortunately, Vashtor's focus remained on seizing the production line. After regaining control of the situation, he urged the surviving black oil men to take action.

Production lines were sent to the conveyor, and Vashtor activated the conveyor to transport all the production lines to his own territory.

Bombs, ions, melta, and occasionally some other tricks, but these things whose principles can be understood at a glance do not arouse Vashtor's special interest.

Vashtor's actions only stopped when an unfinished production line was delivered to him.

“What’s going on with this production line?”

The priests around thought that Vashtor was furious that they had used an unfinished production line to fool people. They prostrated themselves on the ground in fear and trepidation, begging for forgiveness from the God of All Machines.

But when they looked up quietly, they found that Vashtor was not angry.

His face was full of surprise and curiosity.

Victor had a strong impression of this production line: "This is the piercing shockwave cannon production line that Leon left behind in Lava City."

Before escaping from Lava City, one of the conditions for Leon to be left on Mars by the Casting General was to build a production line of penetrating shock cannons for Mars.

Of course, this production line is impossible to complete, but Li Ang has built a basic framework.

Even Mars couldn't deduce the principles of this technology from this basic framework. Therefore, this production line, with less than 10% progress, was no different from scrap metal in the eyes of all the priests.

But Vashtol saw something different in it.

"Piercing shockwave cannon..."

Vashtor's mechanical tentacles hovered above the production line of the Penetrating Shockwave Cannon. Like a devout apprentice who had just touched the Way of the Om Messiah, he touched the production line with a sacred and cautious attitude, searching for the structure within.

It was just a rough frame, a pile of parts that had not yet been assembled - but it made Vashtor feel an unprecedented sense of strangeness.

As a demigod of the Warp who sought to master the concept of craftsmanship, Vashtor was confident that he could discern the true nature of most mechanical creations. Even relics from the Golden Age were merely more complex puzzle pieces in his eyes.

But the production line in front of us is different. It does not produce products, but a...concept?

Vashtor wasn't sure how to describe it. This production line and its products seemed to be forcibly "defined" to exist. They used materials that already existed in this universe, but their inner workings were incompatible with any of its rules.

He tried to analyze it from the perspective of the subspace, but found that this technology did not even leave corresponding traces in the subspace.

It no longer seems to appear out of thin air.

This is technology that appeared out of thin air!

Vashtor's breathing quickened, and he felt a thrill bordering on terror.

"Leon...what the hell are you?"