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

Seeing that Skarbrand was no longer as powerful as he used to be, Vashtol knew it was time for him to step in.

"It's time to retreat, Skarbrand, I've got enough production lines,"

"What about Dorne?"

"That was never part of our plan. The Astartes have regained control of the situation. As long as they can continue to interfere with you, you have no chance of victory."

Although the process of his surrender was crude, Skarbrand himself was not very smart. He was sure that the other party would not see any problem.

Unfortunately, even if no one can see the problem, Khorne still has a stubbornness in him.

"If you can't control the situation, let me do it!"

"I can waive the condition that you obey me next time and follow my orders again. This clause will be erased from our contract, I promise you."

This condition made Skarbrand a little tempted, but when he thought about what he would lose if he gave up the battle with Dorne, he lost the desire to do so.

This battle won him the Blood God's attention for tens of thousands of years. If he gave up this battle, he didn't even dare to think about what he would become in the future.

He has no way out!

"I must win this battle! If Leon interferes with me, I will cut off his limbs and pierce his soul, so that he can never interrupt my duel with Dorn again!"

These words touched Vashtor's nerves. Unable to endure any more, he threw away the contract, emerged from Augustus's body, and lunged at Skarbrand with his fangs and claws bared.

Skarbrand was caught off guard by this move and was thrown to the ground by Vashtol. "What's wrong with you?"

"You are not allowed to talk about him, he is my father!"

"what?!"

The two demons wrestled with each other in the most ridiculous way, leaving Leon and the others in the Lava City looking at each other in bewilderment.

"I think they are fighting among themselves."

Xie Ri, who often fights with other greenskins, sees it clearly.

This wasn't uncommon among demons. Although he didn't know why they suddenly exploded, Leon knew they had to seize the opportunity.

"Retreat! Run as far as you can as fast as you can!"

The group, including Dorn, rushed out of the lava city, not daring to delay even a moment.

After all, a certain kobold who couldn't get what he wanted was also dissatisfied with the battle situation.

Above, the crimson vortex, stirred by an invisible hand, suddenly expanded into a blood-red rift that spanned the sky. The scent of sulfur and rust gushed from it, and Khorne no longer concealed his intention to overturn the table.

Seeing that the Lava City was about to turn into the Khorne Realm where there was only fighting and killing, Leon decisively gave the order.

"Kurland, fire! Now!"

Upon receiving the order, the Phalanx activated the star-destroying cannon that had been prepared long ago.

A blinding white light descended from the sky.

It was neither laser nor plasma, but this main gun inherited from the dark technological age brought pure destruction to the entire Lava City.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the ground collapsed layer by layer like fragile thin ice, and the two great demons on this thin ice naturally would not be in a better situation.

Skarbrand only had time to raise his brass axe to block the blow, but his weapon was melted into liquid form in less than a second.

Even Khorne's weakening of long-range weapons couldn't protect him from a direct hit from a naval gun. His body crumbled to ash in the white light, and he could only return to the Warp to await rebirth.

In the last second of his existence in this world, he looked at Vashtor with resentment, who had the same fate as himself.

"Vashtor, look what you've done! Now we can't get anything! My Blood God, my Dorn, and my air conditioning production line!"

Vashtor just gave a smile that he couldn't understand.

"My mission is accomplished!"

The beam of light lasted for a full five seconds.

When the light faded, a perfectly hemispherical crater with a diameter of two kilometers appeared in the center of the lava city. The walls of the crater were as smooth as a mirror, showing a crystalline dark red color.

All auras of the Blood God—the blood mist, the brass creations, and even the bloodlust that permeated the air—were completely purified.

No warp contamination, no daemon residue, just pure, physical destruction.

As far as Leon knows, no light spear in the Mechanicus can achieve this effect.

"The weapons of the Dark Age of Technology are truly terrifying..."

With weapons like these as a foundation, even if Vashtor and Skarbrand didn't have an internal conflict, things wouldn't be much trouble.

The residual heat from the Star-Destroying Cannon washed over everyone present, but the sense of security emanating from this residual heat made everyone feel relieved.

"There's probably nothing left in Lava City."

Thorne sighed.

"No, there's one more thing."

The sharp-eyed Leon adjusted his optical eyes and found a still existing device in the place where the test site was originally in the ruins of Lava City.

"Is that... an orcish teleportation device?"

Chapter 200: The Great Martian Robbery.

Leon was surprised that the Star Destroyer Cannon did not destroy the orc's teleportation device, but he was not worried that it was a trap.

He approached the teleportation device again and found that the demon attached to it was dying.

Leon touched the teleporter, and the demon was reduced to ashes before it could even scream. The originally corrupted teleporter quickly shed the twisted flesh on its surface, returning to its rugged appearance when it was made by the orcs.

This is an unexpected gain.

The devil tried his best to withstand the attack of the Star Destroying Cannon under the cover, but his best efforts did not save his own life, but instead benefited Le Ang.

Leon hadn't figured out how to use this device yet, but he couldn't just leave it here on Mars. Leon sent someone to move the teleporter out, and the battle for Lava City was finally over.

The situation was much bigger than Li Ang had previously imagined, but fortunately he still made a fortune in the end.

The Akashic Reader is the biggest gain in this battle.

Just as the Four Gods can theoretically know everything that happens in the real universe through the images of the real universe recorded in the subspace, this precious legacy from thousands of years ago provides mortals with the possibility of being on par with gods.

But Leon, who had seen the illusion, knew the shortcomings of this relic: it required psychics to go to the subspace through readers to salvage knowledge, and psychics themselves were unreliable.

"A Psychic..."

Li Ang was a little worried.

When it comes to Warhammer, it is all about the supernatural powers of the Warp. Psykers, as individuals who are friendly to the Warp, are an unavoidable presence here.

If the Akashic Reader and the Omen Titan are to be put into practical use, a reliable team of psychics is necessary. Otherwise, these two treasures will be nothing but empty talk that Leon cannot grasp.

But how to recruit reliable psychic talents is a problem. He can't expect that not everyone can be like Dorn, who can use the mental sensing frame to drive an unrealistic Gundam in the sky.

There is no psychic in the Oil Man's territory who can provide Leon with free services, so this matter can only be discussed later.

He now has to deal with one last thing on Mars - negotiate with the Casting General.

The complex noise of the battlefield masked the barking of Skarbrand's dog, preventing the Imperial Fists from clearly hearing Dorn's name. Thorne and Kurland were both curious about who was piloting the Gundam, but Leon evaded the question.

After the battle, Dorn drove the Gundam back to the Phalanx and hid again. With the assistance of the Phalanx's machine spirit, it was almost impossible for others to discover Dorn's presence on this giant ship.

Although Leon was planning to find Dorn to confirm it in person, but after seeing Khorne's performance in the Lava City, which was about to roll up his sleeves and take the fight himself, he already understood why Dorn could not show up.

The news that the Phalanx used its star-destroying cannon to bombard the surface of Mars caused a stir among the oil men.

Fortunately, the images of them fighting demons collected by Leon became evidence that "the Astra Militarum and the Last Wall forcibly went to Mars to fight Chaos."

The military situation was urgent, and the Martians had to "understand" that the means were a little bit out of line. They even had to "thank" Leon and his men for saving Mars.

"As stipulated in the Olympia Accords, the Empire has the right to station troops on Forge Worlds in times of war."

Horus's bargaining chip in persuading the Martians to rebel was the revocation of the Imperial right to station troops on Forge Worlds. The remaining Martian oilmen, who had not joined Horus in the rebellion, could only stare blankly at Hayes, who brought up this clause at the negotiation table.

Mars, which had just been swept by the plague and waste code, has not yet recovered its production capacity. Since Leon and his men had no intention of making further advances, they had to accept it.

Under the tacit agreement between the two sides, the previous attack on the Phalanx and the Solar Fleet was also characterized as "the work of evil foreign warp forces." Mars itself and the Empire are and will always be close partners without any hostile behavior.

This consensus ultimately laid the foundation for negotiations between High Wall and Mars. When both sides sat down at the negotiation table, Mars couldn't wait to raise the issues they were most concerned about.

"Now that the crisis has been resolved, shouldn't you withdraw your troops?"

Hayes turned his gaze to Leon, who had returned from Lava City. Leon waved his hand, indicating that the sage in front of him was not qualified to discuss this issue.

"I only talk to people who can represent Mars."

Forge General Kubik has been banished to the cold palace by the Forge Council. All his previous attempts to save Mars and his personal power have been liquidated after his complete failure.

The reason why he is still in the position of Casting General is only because the sages have not yet discussed the distribution of interests among themselves. Once they finish their current tasks, they will unite and kick the Casting General down.

But that time is not here yet.

When Leon made it clear that he would only talk to the Casting General, the sages who had not yet reached a consensus on who would be the next Casting General found that they could only let Kubik go up to negotiate.

But it made no difference. The sages arranged for the Crusaders to "escort" Kubik to the negotiations, and strictly defined the scope of interests that could be discussed in the discussions of the Foundry Council.

Kubik sat in his seat, watching the sages below debate endlessly. He now held only the title of Forging General, but in reality he was a puppet with no autonomy.

"This is a topic that may be discussed in the next round of negotiations, General Zhuo, please review it."

Kubik glanced over the thousands of conditions summarized by the Foundry Council.

These sages took every aspect of Mars into consideration, except for his situation as a negotiator.

Although the sage who submitted this document still used honorifics, his tone was completely devoid of respect.

"You must record these items and provide standard logical responses according to the negotiation agreement. Any private communication is not permitted by the Foundry Council. Please be aware of this."

"Of course I understand."

No matter how unwilling he was, Kubik had to accept his defeat. He stood up and said, "Take me over there."

Hayes, the Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum, Kurland, the Final High Wall Commander, and Leon the Sage were all waiting for him at the Astra Militarum base, where they would make the final judgment on everything that had happened on Mars since the attack on Leon.

A negotiation team consisting of several priests and a large group of Crusaders set out with Kubik.

They were more like surveillance than escort. This negotiation team would ensure Kubik conducted negotiations according to the wishes of the sages, lest the Forge General have second thoughts.

The team was smooth sailing at first, and nothing happened. But when they were halfway there, the priest on guard spotted a strange bright color on a distant sand dune.

He had just realized that it was the reflection of the sniper scope when the specially made bullet pierced his head, bringing out brain matter and motor oil all over the floor.

His death triggered the alarm of the entire team.

"Encountered the enemy!"

The news of the attack on the negotiation team was quickly reported to the Casting Council, and the priests in the team began to command the existing crusaders to meet the enemy.

The combat effectiveness of the Skitarii, which had been freed from the interference of the plague waste code, returned to its previous level. However, when they engaged the enemy, they were surprised to find that their normal command matrix still did not work in the face of these enemies.

After fighting for a while, they finally realized what kind of opponent they were facing.

"It's the Vindicare!"

Cold gunshots from all directions sounded the doomsday alarm for the escort team. For the Crusaders whose command was extremely dependent on priests, Vindicare, who was proficient in sniping and assassination, was their biggest nightmare.

Every shot meant a priest fell. Even with an ion shield, they couldn't withstand those sniper attacks from tricky angles.

At first, the Crusaders were able to counterattack by following the sound of gunfire, but as more and more priests fell to the ground, the Crusaders' command network could no longer calculate the source of the gunfire.

"Where the hell are they?!"

"It's everywhere! How long have they been planning this assassination?"

No one knew the answer. Panic spread among the Skitarii. Even if Mars informed them that reinforcements would soon arrive, they were like blind men without their command, unable to delay the reinforcements' arrival for even a moment.

Fortunately, Mars provided a wave of long-range fire support, and the artillery fire aimed at the sand dunes temporarily stopped the sound of Vindicare's sniper gunfire.

Just when the escort team thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw an assassin suddenly appear and rush towards them.

Did he realize that the assassination attempt had failed and was planning to make a final attempt?

The Skitarii focused their firepower on the assassin, but their attacks were evaded with inhuman agility. The few that did inflict damage only served to fuel his ferocity, increasing his momentum.

Finally, a discerning priest recognized the assassin's identity.

"Iverson Assassin!!!"

Their shrill screams did not help the situation at all. Iverson, a master of massacre, advanced unhindered amidst the hail of bullets, her purpose clear and direct.

The Casting General must die!