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

She secretly raised her eyes and looked at the priest. The man was wearing a tattered holy robe, his face was haggard, but his eyes were burning with a morbid fanaticism.

His voice was like a blunt knife, bit by bit chipping away the last will to resist in people's hearts.

"Drop your weapons, brothers and sisters!"

The priest opened his arms, as if to embrace everyone. "How can flesh and blood resist the savagery of the greenskins? Our resistance is a futile struggle, a test from the God-Emperor! Only wholehearted faith can earn His mercy!"

Jeanne's fingertips unconsciously rubbed the trigger of the laser rifle. She remembered the commissar's death, howling at them to hold their ground, and looked at the discarded weapons around her.

Something stirred in her chest, but the minister's words tangled her thoughts like a spiderweb.

“Look at the sky!”

The pastor suddenly pointed to the dark sky and said, "He is watching us! As long as we pray sincerely, His angels will come!"

As if to confirm his words, countless fire marks suddenly lit up the sky.

That was the claw of terror that the final high wall released around the gravity weapon, streaking through the clouds like a burning meteor.

The crowd burst into ecstatic cries, some knelt on the ground, and some raised their arms high, as if the airdrop pods dozens of kilometers away had come specially for them.

"Keep praying! Pray more earnestly!"

The pastor's voice was shrill with excitement. "The angels have heard our call! As long as we are pious enough, they will come!"

The prayers grew louder, as if in response to the priest's words. A group of airdrop pods adjusted their direction and crashed into the wasteland in front of their position.

"A miracle! It's a miracle!"

The priest jumped up frantically: "The Emperor has heard our prayers! He has sent angels!"

The originally numb survivors suddenly burst into a morbid energy. They cried, pushed, and surged towards the airdrop chamber like a tide, as if that was the end of salvation.

Joan of Arc was caught in the crowd and staggered as she ran. The laser gun in her hand became her only support.

However, the orcs had already ambushed on the road.

"WAAAGH!!!"

These orcs, newly strengthened by their victory, were far superior to the unarmed civilians. Seeing those around them falling like wheat, Jeanne, the only one armed, tried to fight back with her laser rifle, but the priest stopped her sharply.

"Do not resist! This is a test from the God-Emperor! The faithful will be saved!"

The massacre continued, and the blood dyed the scorched earth red.

——Until the buzzing of Gauss rifles tore through the battlefield.

"Fire!"

The undead army rushed out from the smoke and dust. Neos, leading the charge, swiftly decapitated the orc leader with his black sword, and the remaining orcs immediately scattered.

The priest fell to his knees in excitement, tears streaming down his face. "Angel! The Emperor's angel has arrived!"

Neos frowned, opened the helmet of his CMC power armor, and carefully examined these unarmed crusaders.

"Why don't you have weapons? Why don't you fight?"

The priest wanted to answer Neos' question, but when he looked up, he found that Neos was not the Divine Emperor Angel he had imagined.

It was the face of an ordinary middle-aged man - resolute, tired, but not as otherworldly as an Astartes.

The pastor's expression froze: "You are not angels, you are just mortals!"

"Does it matter? Even a mortal should take up arms and resist instead of kneeling and waiting to die."

"Foolish! Do you think we haven't resisted?"

The priest shouted, "Look at those orcs! You can kill ten or a hundred, but you can never kill them all! Only the angels of the God-Emperor can save us! Mortal resistance is meaningless!"

He turned to the survivors, "Keep praying! True salvation is coming!"

"They are beyond help."

Communications soldier Faraday whispered.

When the plague struck Covenant Harbor, they also looked forward to the arrival of the Emperor's Angels. But at least they did not give up the struggle and continued to fight.

But these people had been destroyed by their faith. They had once marched into battle with devotion to the Emperor, confident that his glory would protect them from the Orcs. But when the Greenskins' fury surpassed their imagination, and death followed them everywhere, their faith gradually twisted—from a flame of resistance to a paralyzing poison.

From firm belief to doubt, from doubt to despair, from despair to blind obedience. Now they have completely given up thinking and pinned everything on the illusory "miracle".

"Captain, what should we do?"

Faraday asked Neos. As a signalman, he was responsible for reporting to Colonel William and he had to know Neos's attitude:

"Colonel William gave us the task of bringing these people back to replenish our manpower, but their current state will only hinder us."

Neos was silent for a moment, his eyes sweeping across the crowd praying in the name of the God-Emperor, and finally stopping on the only girl still holding a laser gun - Jeanne d'Arc.

Her finger was tightly gripping the trigger, and there was still a hint of struggle in her eyes.

In the distance, the orcs whose leader Neos had beheaded had found a new leader. They rushed forward again, brandishing machetes and howling. But the Crusaders, under the priest's admonition, knelt on the ground and did not react at all.

Neos strode towards Jeanne, crouched down to her eye level and asked, "Can you shoot?"

Joan of Arc's lips trembled as she nodded and then shook her head.

"It won't be difficult."

Neos held her wrist and helped her raise the muzzle of the gun, aiming at the orcs rushing in front. "Breathe slowly and steady."

Jeanne's finger, guided by him, pulled the trigger. The laser beam pierced the orc's eye socket with pinpoint accuracy, sending the greenskin's massive body crashing to the ground.

"Come again."

Neos' voice was steady and powerful.

The second shot, the third shot...

Jeanne didn't know why she could shoot so accurately. The laser gun that hadn't been so effective before suddenly could kill an orc with every shot. With Neos's help, she killed all the orcs with one shot, and no one could get close to her.

"Stop! You're interrupting our prayers!"

The priest screamed hysterically, "The God-Emperor will not forgive your blasphemy!"

Neos turned his head and gave the pastor a cold look. In the pastor's surprised eyes, he raised his pistol.

"boom!"

There was a bloody hole on the priest's forehead and his body fell backwards.

The gunshot sounded like thunder to the Jihad Army.

Having lost their backbone, they fell into chaos. Some screamed, some cried, and more people just stared at the scene blankly, as if even the fear had been taken away.

"Watch carefully!"

Neos shouted, pointing at Jeanne, "Look at her, then look at you!"

Joan of Arc continued to shoot, fighting as if she were assisted by God, while those who were still praying were mercilessly torn to pieces by the orcs.

"Faith cannot save you, but resistance can. Your hands should not be used for prayer, but for grasping weapons!"

He strode towards the guns scattered on the ground, picked up a laser gun, raised it high, and signaled to everyone.

This gun, which everyone thought was broken, somehow started working again. Neos glanced at the faces that were beginning to relax from numbness, and then threw the gun to the Crusades.

"We don't need faith! Because we already have the skills to resist!"

Everyone understands that the art of resistance is the weapon in their hands.

They trembled as they picked up their weapons and fired tentatively at first, though their accuracy was far inferior to that of Jeanne d'Arc, they quickly killed many orcs.

Something was reignited.

These people, whose fighting spirit was rekindled, actually began to suppress the orcs with volleys. With the assistance of the Undead Army, they quickly wiped out this group of orcs.

The crowd cheered. Neos said to Faraday, "Take them back. Now they can fight."

The real main force had long been tied down by the Astartes and the Astra Militarum. As long as their formation was tighter, the remaining greenskins would not be able to stop them from returning.

Neos walked up to Jeanne and asked the girl with sparkling eyes, "You will be responsible for leading them temporarily. Can you do it?"

"My God... No, my Lord, I mean I can."

-

"Are you saying that Neos has gathered almost all the Crusade forces?"

Li Ang was surprised.

William on the other end of the line nodded vigorously, his eyebrows raised in joy as he said:

"The current situation is much better than we thought. The surviving jihadists total nearly two million. With their participation, we can even free up space to take the initiative."

The first batch of troops deployed to the Battle Moon numbered about one million. Li Ang had previously expected them to only hold the defense, but he didn't expect them to be able to free up their hands to attack.

The siege tanks played a significant role in this process.

William only needed to arrange a few troops to attack, and after figuring out the location of the orc heavy weapons or artillery, he could retreat. The firepower of the shockwave cannon would then cover those areas beyond visual range.

Relying on this move, the Astra Militarum eliminated a number of high-threat heavy units and anti-aircraft firepower.

"That's good news..."

Li Ang pondered.

The Orks weren't completely unresponsive either. They deployed special forces to ambush the Astra Militarum, inflicting heavy casualties on the Astra Militarum.

Their assault planes also began to bomb the areas where the siege tanks were located, and reports of sightings of Gangat were received from some places.

The orcs' previous boarding attempt had naturally been thwarted by the final wall, but these evolved orcs were very cunning, and boarding was not their goal. The orcs on the Battle Moon took advantage of the fleet's counterattack to change their strategy.

The current battle moons have completely abandoned gravity weapons and are instead focusing on maintaining their bubble shields.

It was hard to imagine the beast making any decision other than to attack. With the energy of an entire planet's Waaaagh, even the Star Destroyer was powerless.

It is no longer possible to achieve any further results in fleet warfare.

Now that the anti-aircraft firepower has been weakened, Leon began to plan a new round of airdrops to continue increasing his efforts on the surface of the battle moon.

Just at this time, Occam, who had been lurking on the battle moon for a long time, finally came back with news.

"I think I've discovered the location of the Orc Warlord."

"where?"

"They're not hiding at all. They're in the largest palace on the surface. Below it is the power source for the entire Battle Moon. But the Warlord State has a large number of troops stationed there. If you can't lure those orcs away, any decapitation operation will be impossible."

Li Ang understood: "Then a decisive battle with the main force is even more necessary."

PS: The yellow-skinned man’s rules are strange.

1. I am not God.

2. I want a spirit to descend.

3. When you see the second one, please remember the first one: I am not God.

Chapter 211 What the hell? Are we fighting against the God of Chaos?

A new round of airborne operations has begun.

Thanks to the weakening of anti-aircraft firepower, heavy units that were previously afraid to be deployed in large numbers for fear of damage can now enter the battlefield.

Heavy landing craft carried the remaining Leman Russ Siegecraft and Thor mechs through the bubble shield to the surface of the Battle Moon.

Orcs being Orcs, they were unable to systematically stop the firepower network against the landing.

But once these units reached the ground, the battle took place on the Orks' home turf.

Unlike Maximus, where the Astra Militarum could build a defensive line and patiently await the Ork attack, this time the smaller Astra Militarum were the attackers.

The Astra Militarum's increased presence made the Orcs realize the threat posed by humans, and this threat made them put aside their previous contempt for the Crusade's victory.

All the orcs on the battle moon, including the orc warlord's personal followers, are gathering at the front line.

Using the landing site as an arc, the Orks used their numerical advantage to surround the Astra Militarum in a circular pattern, repeatedly assaulting their lines. Numerous Orcish lads, armed with killing cans, attacked the Astra Militarum.

But the Astra Militarum, which had seized a wave of weapons from Mars, was no longer what it once was. They had ample supply of melta and plasma weapons, and they were joined by the Skitarii, who Leon considered to be consumables and could be easily sacrificed.

They were able to withstand the attacks of Iron Can and the Orc Boy without paying too much price.

The Astra Militarum even relied on the two Knight Houses of the Mechanicum to organize a counterattack, expanding their defenses and giving the siege tanks a larger maneuvering area.

"Move forward and make room for our artillery!"