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

Horner pointed, zooming in on the image of the merchant ships destroyed by the orcs. The wreckage of tens of thousands of merchant ships blocked the launch window for the landing fleet.

The Astra Militarum were not Astartes, and their landing craft could not penetrate this graveyard of ships. But the millions of Orks on the Battle Moon had to be fought by the Astra Militarum.

This meant they had to cross the debris field and clear a path through it.

"We move forward."

Kurland made the decision without hesitation.

Horner nodded, and the group of destroyers provided by the Mechanicus took the lead in attacking.

As auxiliary ships of the main fleet, they carry high-powered torpedoes. They will use torpedoes to blow the wreckage into smaller pieces to allow the fleet to pass.

But what they were facing was not the battle moon over Covenant Port. This battle moon was intact at the moment and would not allow them to approach the orbit of the battle moon so easily.

After realizing that they could not destroy the fleet with their inaccurate artillery, the orcs' real killing move began to be launched.

Leon caught a glimpse of something strange on the battle moon: on the countless craters of the battle moon, several twisting energy ribbons began to rise.

These clustered orc buildings look like magnetic storm coils, but their attack method is gravity.

Li Ang warned sharply: "It's a gravity weapon! Watch out for the gravity wells released by the orcs!"

The invisible force field suddenly grabbed the human fleet like the claws of a giant beast.

The destroyers in the front were immediately damaged. Most of them were twisted and deformed by invisible tearing, and their armor plates peeled off like fragile tinfoil, and finally turned into wreckage in a silent explosion.

The battleships behind were not in a good situation either. Even the Phalanx began to tilt slightly to one side.

Horner had to order the fleet to adjust the engine power on both sides to maintain balance, but this practice that compromised maneuverability meant that it would be difficult for them to avoid the orc artillery fire later.

But the fleet retreated instead of advancing. Horner, who had long known that the orcs had this trick, shouted, "Put some more pressure on them!"

Several cruisers that could barely resist the pull of gravity came forward. These cruisers, which were originally sacrificed in the plan, had only sailors who could make these ships move.

The orcs were obviously unaware of this, their attention drawn to the charging cruisers. They considered these cruisers a more serious threat and increased the rate of their gravity weapons.

The gravity beam transformed into a whip, lashing the cruiser's midsection. The cruiser's void shield instantly failed, and the bow and stern folded in half like a piece of paper, resulting in a terrifying secondary explosion.

Such destruction shocked everyone, but Horner's goal had been achieved in the heroic sacrifice of these cruisers.

"Their overuse of gravity weapons has caused the void shield's power to decline. We must strike back in one swift move! Phalanx, prepare to fire!"

The Phalanx, previously restrained, had long since concentrated all its energy into its main guns. After receiving Horner's order, the Star Destroyer finally found a window to vent its energy.

"Open fire! Let's crush them and burn everything!"

What the poorly maintained Phalanx lacked in conventional firepower was now fully compensated by its star-destroying cannon.

A blazing, massive beam of light tore through the void, heading straight for the Battle Moon. The light was so intense that the people on Terra felt like they were seeing a second sun.

But in a moment, the beam hit the orc's bubble shield.

At first, the orcs' void shield was like a puddle hit by a stone, but the enormous energy contained in the star-destroying cannon soon turned the ripples into a boiling vortex.

The greenskin technicians howled and poured more "fuel" into the power core, but it did not help.

As the bubble shield collapsed inward for a moment, a dazzling energy pulse swept across the entire battle moon along with the shattered bubble shield.

"The orcs' void shields are overloaded."

Li Ang announced the result to everyone.

The shield generators were merely overloaded, not destroyed. While the Orks were resetting their void shields, the large ships used their light spears to bombard the battle moon from a distance.

However, the failure of the bubble shield allowed the orcs to inject energy into their gravity weapons without reservation. Even if they did not continue to close the distance, the gravity intensity began to make it difficult for the battleships to bear.

Attacking at this distance, the humans' accuracy was no better than the orcs'. After organizing two volleys, Horner realized that they could not destroy the greenskins' gravity weapons before the orcs' bubble shields reactivated.

He looked at Li Ang for help.

Leon nodded slightly and ordered, "As originally planned, let the Iron Knights and the Black Templar lead the charge."

The Terror Claw, previously deployed on Mars, was used again.

The range of the Terrorclaws at this distance is actually not enough, but they do not need a power engine, the Orks' gravity weapons will drag them towards the Battle Moon by themselves.

The lander's power system only needs to slightly adjust their course to ensure that they will hit the place close to those gravity weapons.

The heavy armor and melta-cutter of the Anvirus Terrorclaw opened the final breakthrough in the debris field.

Under the cover of a large number of deceptive camouflaged airdrop pods, most of the Terrorclaws successfully broke through the Orcs' orbital firepower and landed on the surface.

The orcs who had been waiting for them on the ground rushed forward and began to besiege Terrorclaw.

But the advantage of the Terror Claw over conventional airdrop pods is that it can deliver heavier weapons.

The hatch of the airdrop pod descended, but what the orcs saw was not the canned food they had longed to fight, but the cold muzzle of a siege tank. High-explosive projectiles were launched by electromagnetic force, exploding brilliant sparks among the beasts.

"boom!"

The reduced weight of the siege tank can now be deployed along with large airdrop chambers such as the Terrorclaw.

Combined with the Dreadclaws' own Deathwind weapon systems, they worked together to clear a safe area, allowing the Astartes to safely land on the surface of the Battle Moon.

"They are not a threat! Even the greenskins would tremble under our attack!"

Magnarick jumped out of the first landing module.

The veteran who volunteered used his power claws to turn a bunch of orc boys into green blood foam: "Attack! Bring the Emperor's punishment to these xenos, brothers, kill them all!"

It was hard for Kurland to believe that he and his companions were all sons of Dorne, but their zealotry served them well in this war.

The siege tanks that could accompany the Astartes' high-speed assault became the biggest help in this assault. The Iron Knights, who were good at siege warfare, relied on their firepower to organize an offensive in the direction of gravity weapons and quickly opened a gap.

The Black Templars poured through the breach with far greater fervor than the Waaaagh, hacking down orc technicians and gravity towers alike with their hungry chainswords.

Several gravity towers near the final high wall fell silent, and the strength of the gravity field suddenly dropped. Finally, the high wall fleet could breathe a sigh of relief.

Not satisfied with gravity weapons, the Black Templars, together with the Iron Knights, rushed towards the nearby Orc anti-aircraft turrets. As the ground turrets were destroyed, the anti-aircraft firepower in this area also dropped a lot.

The priests in charge of commanding the Skitarii, led by Urquidex, began to assess the situation.

"The gravity index has dropped by 40%, and anti-aircraft firepower has decreased. Assessments indicate that the criteria for releasing the Skitarii airdrop pods have been met."

The semi-mechanized Skitarii could withstand the effects of extreme environments better than the Astra Militarum. The Mechanicus fleet that Kubik had promised Leon advanced and launched a series of landing torpedoes.

Unlike the Astartes, whose goal was to destroy gravity weapons, the Mechanicus' target was a relatively open area suitable for establishing a landing site.

These Mechanicus-made torpedoes are loaded with killer servitors, pure killing machines devoid of any sense, imbued by the priests with the killing command to kill any living creature in sight.

These mechanical servants, with steam spewing from their joints and scarlet light in their eyes, crawled out of the torpedoes and immediately rushed towards the nearest orcs.

Their fighting power was far inferior to that of the Astartes, and the orcs naturally had the advantage in battle.

Leon didn't care about the fact that even if there were no losses, he would return the troops to Mars. At his request, the servitors took the strategic initiative at all costs.

They pushed forward, sweeping in an attempt to clear a landing area.

The orcs finally realized that something was wrong. They originally enjoyed fighting, but now they gathered together to deal with these mechanical servants with clear goals.

The gremlins leveled their heavy anti-aircraft weapons, and a barrage of blaster cannons tore through the serfs in rows. When the last serf was split in half by the orc boss's axe, the area was covered with metal and flesh.

But the annihilated servitors had completed their mission, and a path to the surface of the battle moon was clear.

As the Black Templars further weakened the anti-aircraft firepower near the landing site, the Astra Militarum landing became possible.

"The landing site has been established, and the Astra Militarum can begin deployment."

The transports that had been held back advanced, their hatches opened, and the first batch of Astra Militarum landing craft were released. The landing craft passed through the bubble shield membrane and headed straight for the oil-soaked landing site.

The Battle Moon did not lose its resistance; on the contrary, it became enraged.

Although the restart of the void shield and the destruction of some gravity weapons caused its overall offensive power to decline, densely packed shabby gunboats and previously captured merchant ships took off from the battle moon like a swarm of bees.

These ships are full of orc boys who intend to board the fleet of the final high wall and have a deep and deep distance communication with the cans.

Colonel William, who was in charge of commanding the first landing troops, was lying on the side of the landing craft. He could even hear the excited howls of "WAAAGH!" from the beasts.

This is good news. After all, these boarding orcs will not be able to return to the surface and become an obstacle for them.

But this was also bad news, he knew they would not receive further support until the fleet had cleared out these orcs.

"Our landing site is at a location where the Jihad Army landed before. There should still be remnants of the Jihad Army nearby!"

He loudly repeated the information Leon had given him to the Undead Army for the last time, and emphasized to Neos:

"We must immediately establish a defensive line to lay the foundation for the landing of the troops behind us! Neos, go gather those Crusade troops. We don't have many men, and if we want to succeed, we must include them!"

Chapter 210: What is Faith?

Joan of Arc could not escape this nightmare.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she would dream of what they had experienced before - the Crusaders trapped between two walls made of mountains, and the walls closing in on them, gluing everyone together in a terrible way.

She screamed in terror and waved her hands around, only then did she realize she was just dreaming.

"Having a nightmare again?"

A comrade beside him asked.

Joan of Arc hummed softly and looked at his comrade, only to find that his face was equally haggard.

She was no longer in that grinding mill, but everyone here was just like her, unable to recover from their previous failures.

Fear and panic plagued them, making it impossible for them to rest properly.

"I want to go back."

She said.

"I can't go back."

The man gave Jeanne some water and said, "Get up. It's your turn to stand guard."

Jeanne mechanically took the laser gun handed to her by the other party - they had long been unable to have one weapon each.

Not all of them are fanatically devoted believers. In order to make the Jihad Army more powerful, there are also many civilians captured by the Ministry of Justice from the Lower Nest among them.

Joan of Arc is one of them.

She didn't know who the Divine Emperor was, she only knew that the whip of the Ministry of Justice was really painful.

She wanted to know why those law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Justice who never cared about their situation before suddenly shouted "How could our Ministry of Justice lose to civilians!" and came down to arrest them all.

She originally thought that this was the will of the Divine Emperor, but unexpectedly the political commissar told her that it was Commander Udo who increased the salaries and meal allowances of the Ministry of Justice at the same time when he issued the order.

What are wages and meal allowances?

Joan of Arc never had the chance to figure this out because the commissar was no longer around.

The other party died in the previous battle, and now the work of uniting the Jihad Army's ideology is taken over by the state church priests who previously followed the Jihad Army.

Joan of Arc, holding a laser gun, came to the trench they dug, but found that there were very few people in the trench.

Most of them no longer took shifts according to the tactics formulated by the political commissar during his lifetime. Those who, like her, could not hold the laser guns steadily in their hands had abandoned their weapons. They gathered around the pastor, knelt on their knees, and prayed for something unknown.

"Aren't they coming to hold the line?"

Jeanne asked, feeling uneasy at such an action.

"What's the point? We can't stop them anyway!"

These jihadist armies, or what were once part of the jihadist armies, have long since become a candle in the wind.

Everyone knew that they were only able to survive until now because the orcs on the opposite side were enjoying killing them bit by bit, which made them lose all their fighting spirit.

"But...if we don't resist, what do we do?"

Joan of Arc was confused.

"Pray to the God-Emperor, he will surely come and save us, save us all!"

Joan of Arc was dragged by the numb crowd and stumbled to the priest.

As her knees touched the cold ground, a strange calm suddenly enveloped her. The surrounding noise seemed to be isolated, and only the low voice of the priest chanting remained in her ears.

She lowered her head, clasped her hands together unconsciously, and with trembling lips followed the people around him, reciting prayers that were not familiar to her.

"The God-Emperor bless, the God-Emperor bless..."

But can the protection really be achieved by relying solely on the Divine Emperor?

The remaining will to resist in her heart gnawed at this peace and turned into doubts in Joan of Arc's heart.