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

"The Emperor bless you! Your death will be pure! Your souls will find eternity beside the Golden Throne!"

Nearly 10,000 merchant ships stranded above Terra began to leave the port. The engines of the transport ships roared under the heavy load. They slowly left orbit and headed towards the battle moon hanging above Terra.

This was the first offensive attempt by humanity since the Battle Moon appeared over Terra nearly two months ago.

The battle moon seemed to be waiting for this moment, and it began to tremble, having been motionless.

A moment later, the green-skinned cannon fodder tore through the silent void, and green energy beams poured down like a rainstorm, targeting these merchant ships.

The accuracy of the orcs' artillery fire was very poor, but if they wanted to land they had to advance under the artillery fire.

When the humans' actions actively helped the greenskins make up for their lack of accuracy, the landing battle undoubtedly turned into a massacre.

The merchant ships in the front were torn apart by the orcs' artillery fire. They exploded like ripe fruits, releasing entire ships of the Crusade Army.

The merchant ships had no power to resist, but numbers were their best support.

At the priest's urging, the remaining transports plunged through the vacuum of frozen corpses and twisted metal wreckage, relentlessly descending towards the battle moon.

In the end, only one-third of the transport ships successfully landed on the surface.

The survivors stumbled out of the cabin, only to be greeted not by the glory of the Emperor, but by the deafening roar of orcish war.

"WAAAGH!!!"

The green tide surged from all directions. The civilians froze, their hands trembling as they gripped their guns. Their earlier enthusiasm gave way to hesitation.

Fortunately, the Star Army officers mobilized by Udo played a role. Facing the hesitant civilians, they began to spread simple commands.

"Raise your gun! Load! Aim! Shoot!"

As more and more people repeated this sentence, the mechanical repetition dispersed the confusion.

Millions of people raised their arms at the same time and pulled the trigger. The buzzing sound of laser guns merged into a scarlet rainstorm, knocking down the orcs in the front.

The fall of the orcs boosted the morale of the civilians, who regained their courage and continued to shoot at the orcs.

These green-skinned guys, who lacked heavy firepower support and only came eagerly for a fight, were hit head-on and were quickly wiped out by the Crusade Army.

The civilians had no idea about tactics, nor did they know that the orcs were now deploying even more terrifying weapons.

They began to cheer, beginning to believe that the greenskins would be easily defeated by their devout believers. The priest took the opportunity to issue a new round of instructions.

"Do not think, do not pause, the Emperor's will is to move forward! Hesitation is blasphemy! Hesitation is treason!"

Fear dissolved in the frenzy and the crowd turned into a crazy torrent.

They had no organization and no understanding of tactics, but the wave of ten million people overwhelmed the orcs with numbers on this local battlefield. The crowd launched an endless stream of attacks on the orcs, and for a time, they actually defeated the greenskins.

The anti-aircraft firepower in this sky began to weaken due to the dedication of the Crusaders, and the Astra Militarum recruited by Udo even managed to transport some Leman Russ and Chimera transports to the battle moon.

The shock troops, supplemented by armored forces, were even more unstoppable.

Under such circumstances, even the most serious officers had an optimistic outlook on the battle.

The Astra Militarum officer who was ordered by Udo to lead this army changed his previous mournful attitude and sent a message to Terra with a rosy face.

"I have no obstacles. I repeat, I have no obstacles!"

Udo pounded his fist on the observation platform, his knuckles turning white with excitement.

The situation on the battle moon was very clear. Although the Jihad Army's attack came at the cost of tens of thousands of casualties per minute, from a situational perspective, they did have the initiative in the attack.

In the end, it only took a little over a day for the wall to travel from Mars to Terra, and the Crusades could hold out long enough for the Astartes to arrive.

Udo didn't expect that the battle on the battle moon would go so smoothly, but he knew very well what he should do now.

"Connect to the Final Wall now! Tell those arrogant Astartes - march now and claim victory, or bear the guilt of cowardice forever!"

The astropaths' chorus delivered this message to the Final Wall at the fastest speed, and it was finally presented to the reunited Final Wall leadership and Wangerich.

Wangerlich, already furious about the formation of the Crusade Army, was beginning to lose his temper. He looked at Leon, wondering what Gaoqiang would ultimately choose.

The success of the Jihad Army is only temporary. Without the support of the final high wall, their failure is only a matter of time.

But the civilians who will be torn to pieces by the orcs have become the perfect bargaining chips for the high lords.

Ultimately, if the Walls refused to attack, they would be watching the Emperor's lambs sacrificed in vain; if they joined the battle, the crown of victory would finally be crowned upon the brow of the High Lords of Terra.

Even Kurland realized their dire situation. He also looked at Leon, but Leon seemed calm and composed.

“My advice is to ultimately put up a high wall and not move!”

Chapter 204: Orcs' "Diplomacy"

Wangorichi had to navigate a debris field consisting of the wreckage of an exploded merchant ship to reach Terra.

He recognized the necessary sacrifices, and that was why he was outraged by the sheer squandering of life.

"Udo, Meisling, Tour..."

These three people are already on his list of people to be killed.

Li Ang promised him that Wuduo would be handled by them.

As for the other High Lords, the Grand Master thinks that poison and disguised replacements with Callidus Assassins are a good idea.

In the end, he still didn't understand Leon's purpose, but the selfishness and stupidity of the other high lords made him, who was eager to reorganize the High Lords Council, agree to Leon's conditions for reorganizing the High Lords Council.

Even if one doesn't understand what he's thinking, a sage who has taken practical actions for the empire is far better than those high lords.

Wangorich was thinking about how he should make arrangements after returning to Terra, but his ship was not in a hurry to return to the surface of Terra.

Under his command, they quietly approached the Battle Moon.

The ship's observation equipment was turned on, allowing Wangoliqi to see the general situation on the battle moon.

The jihadist army is still advancing relentlessly.

The battle seemed to be going quite smoothly, but he thought of Leon's solemn promise before he left.

"The High Lords' organization of a crusade poses no threat to us. We will choose the right time to launch an attack on the Battle Moon."

At the time, Wangerlich felt that the sage was holding his own. He believed that the High Wall should seize the opportunity to attack and cooperate with the Crusade Army to destroy the Battle Moon.

Although this would tip the scales in the High Lord's favor, he was willing to use assassination afterwards to complete his transformation of Terra.

"Are you sure you want to assassinate them while their momentum is high? Believe me, every plan they have is based on the Crusades successfully establishing a landing zone, but the Crusades will not succeed. Their success is just a trap set by those beasts. If we take it as an opportunity, it will be a true disaster."

Wangerich expressed his doubt: "Are those beasts so smart?"

"Believe me, they are far more numerous than you expect. I don't want to sit by and watch those men die in vain, but we have no choice. If you want to save the Empire, then listen to me."

Wangerlich ultimately chose to trust Leon, and after reaching an agreement, he returned to Terra. Now, he is about to verify whether Leon's words are true.

The tide of the Crusaders poured into a wide valley on the Battle Moon. The fanatical believers brandished simple weapons and chanted hymns as they advanced, unaware that the terrain was gradually narrowing.

The veterans of the Astra Militarum frowned, their eyes sweeping across the steep cliffs on both sides, their fingers unconsciously tightening on the triggers.

"Something's wrong..."

They were worried that the orcs would set an ambush on both sides of the valley and trap them.

Such concerns could not restrain the fanatical jihadists. They could only gather their troops as much as possible and prepare in advance for future ambushes.

They tried the best they could, but they were still limited by their imagination.

The ground began to tremble.

At first it was just a slight shaking, like some sleeping giant turning over.

Soon, the entire valley roared, and the mountains on either side moved like living things. Rocks crumbled, dust flew, and huge cracks spread across the ground.

The Crusaders finally stopped, their fanaticism frozen on their faces, replaced by a gradually spreading fear.

“The Emperor…”

Someone murmured.

The next second, the two mountains suddenly closed together.

The sound of rock crushing flesh was horrifying. Tens of thousands of Crusaders were crushed between the closing mountain walls before they could even scream. Blood gushed from the cracks, staining the entire valley red.

Any belief without practical effect was nothing but a bubble in the face of pure power. Those once fearless faces began to twist, and the believers screamed and pushed each other, trying to escape.

But the movement of the mountain continued, and more people were caught up in this brutal crush.

Then, there was only silence.

An efficient massacre ended, with over 60% of the jihadist army tragically killed in the valley.

From Wangorichi's perspective, this was just a minor adjustment of the Battle Moon's terrain.

Even he felt chilled to the bone when he thought that six million people had died in this terrain adjustment.

Apart from the Extermination Order, he had never seen such efficient slaughter.

Recalling Leon's previous warning, he suddenly had an epiphany.

Yes, the entire battle moon was a creation made by the orcs with their bare hands. Why can't they control the terrain of this creation?

He was shocked that the Empire had allowed such a threat to grow, but Udo on the surface was still unaware of the Crusade's defeat.

He was standing in the High Lords' Council Hall, side by side with Tur, explaining his achievements to the tens of thousands of dignitaries he had summoned across Terra, with the live broadcast of the Crusade's battle situation as the background.

"My Lords, this is the great victory achieved by the High Lords under my leadership! The Crusades are crushing the alien defenses in the name of the Emperor! The hesitation of the Astartes has proven unnecessary—"

He tried to point the finger at the final wall, but the nobles in the audience did not agree or applaud as before.

Wu Duo frowned and glanced at every dignitary present. He found that their expressions were frozen, and their eyes were fixed on the projection.

He looked at Tur beside him and found that her face had also turned pale.

An ominous premonition crept up Udo's spine. He turned around abruptly, and the scene in the live broadcast made him and Tur lose all color.

The valley into which the jihadists were advancing had vanished, replaced by a new, blood-stained mountain.

The remaining jihadists fled like ants in the artillery fire, while flags embroidered with beast totems were rising on the top of the mountain.

Everyone present could even hear the roar of the beast.

"WAGGGH!"

Udo froze, his mind was blank and he even felt confused as to where he was.

Fortunately, no one in the audience paid any attention to his gaffe. One hundred thousand of the Emperor's "loyal servants" gathered in the council hall, but it was as if no one was there.

Some sobbing could be heard, but it was scattered and faint, making the silence seem even worse.

The defeat of the Jihadists came so suddenly that they all forgot about their quarrels and accusations.

-

Wangorichi could imagine what it would be like in the High Lords' Council now.

Leon's words have been verified. He no longer hesitates and just wants to return to Terra immediately to make plans.

"We're landing."

He ordered. But the captain stopped him.

"Before that, Grand Master, I think you should take a look at this."

The auspex's results were presented to Wangerich. A small merchant ship was taking off unsteadily from the surface of the Battle Moon.

This ship was once part of a fleet of Crusader troops, now fleeing the surface of the Battle Moon.

The orc anti-aircraft firepower that was originally intended to intercept these transport ships did not open fire and allowed the transport ship to leave.

"What's happening here?"

"It's possible that the crew has escaped, or the ship has been captured by those greenskins. Grand Master, what should we do?"

Wangorich realized that whatever was on the ship would help them better understand the beasts, so he changed his orders.

"We seize this ship and prepare to board it."

Their ship approached the merchant ship, but strangely, the other party did not respond in any way, including calling for help or escaping.

The assassins took action. The moment their ship docked with the merchant ship, they quickly rushed into the ship's cabin. In just a few minutes, they brought a human captive to Wangerlich.

Wangerich recognized him from his identification as the captain of the merchant ship: "Did you escape from the Battle Moon?"

The captain looked terrified. He replied shakily, "No, I was asked to escort them."

Wangolichi almost asked who "they" were, but when the other party walked out of the cabin on their own initiative, he already knew the answer.