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

Out of respect for their predecessors, Adjutant Aibo could only drag the sarcophagus forward with the Felynx. Leon, dissatisfied with their slowness, rushed to Amidel first and leaned over to check on him. He found that Amidel's face was mostly intact, but from the neck down it was a horrible sight.

The shoulder armor on the right side of Amidel's body that was used to resist the flames had been melted by the flames. Leon looked down along the shoulder armor and found that his flesh and blood were not only burned, but also vaporized by the high temperature like ice cream. However, the vaporized part was locked in this steel cage by the molten iron of the outer power armor.

Twisted flesh and blood were entangled with molten iron, which poured onto the black shell implanted under the skin during the Space Marine transformation surgery and solidified. The veins of the blood vessels were even integrated into the solidified molten iron, which looked amazing and disgusting.

Looking down, although the condition of the leg was better than the upper part, when Leon cut open the armor plate, he found that this half of the leg had also been carbonized, and there was not a single piece of living flesh on the entire leg.

This is the case with the legs that are not directly burned by the flames, so is it as simple as the upper body just having its flesh and blood vaporize?

This situation made Leon's heart sink. He simply cut open Amidel's black shell. As he expected, although the internal organs looked intact under the protection of the black shell, a closer look revealed that the internal organs on the right half were not working at all.

The power armor's cooling system, which had long since collapsed, did not release the heat at all. Instead, it turned the entire power armor into an oven, directly cooking the internal organs.

One of Armidale's two hearts and three lungs had turned the same gray as cooked liver, and his pebble kidneys were also useless. The only remaining heart and lung was only beating slowly, and it looked like it could break down at any time.

His suspended animation membranes were not functioning, but even three suspended animation membranes would not have been able to keep him alive in this situation.

According to Leon's experience as a biological sage, Amidel's current condition is almost hopeless. Only by burying him in the Fearless Sarcophagus now can he have a chance of survival.

He stood up and greeted the group that arrived, dragging the sarcophagus. Adjutant Aibo immediately asked about Amidel's condition, but Leon could only shake his head.

"The injury is too severe—or rather, the death is too light. We can prepare for the funeral before it dies completely, but where can we get the sarcophagus?"

Fearless, who was in the only sarcophagus, said, "It may not be hopeless. Open it and let me see."

Everyone tacitly made way for the dragged Fearless so that he could carefully observe Amidel's current situation.

The fearless veteran was silent for a long time. Just when everyone thought he was going to sentence Amidel to death, he suddenly started cursing:

"Stand up right there! You dragged me all the way here and just laid me on the ground? My only observation window right now is a tiny crack in this immovable sarcophagus, and you're just staring at me like a bird!"

Li Ang touched his nose. He felt that he could understand why the veterans who joined Fearless generally had bad tempers.

Everyone hurriedly raised their Dreadnoughts, pointed the observation window at Amidel's Hunter Dreadnought, and examined him carefully. Then they announced, "The stomach and glands haven't been damaged yet. There's still hope."

"How to save him?" Li Ang was surprised.

"Brother Aibo, hold his remaining heart and help him beat the rhythm. Father Leon, go cut out the Silver Rathalos' heart. I need a few pieces of meat rich in genetics and nutrients. Go quickly!"

Under the urging of fearlessness, everyone took action to save Amidel. Soon, Leon and the Felynx, who had cut open the body of the Silver Rathalos, returned with the heart and pieces of meat.

Leon asked Wu Wei how to use these things to save the dying Amidel, but the answer he got from the veteran was bloody and bizarre.

"Cut open his stomach and put this meat in for him to digest," the veteran said. "As for the heart, I only need a portion of the heart muscle. Cut off some of the muscle from the Silver Rathalos heart and then implant the mechanical ventricles and atria into it. Make it into a semi-mechanical artificial heart and use it to replace the heart that is no longer working. Father Leon, can you do it?"

"I don't think a heart as big as a human can save anyone."

“Just do it!”

Leon wanted to use his professional knowledge of biology to question whether this was effective, but then he thought that at least he was not using these flesh and blood materials to perform some weird resurrection ritual.

Adding a turbine and power pump to a muscle wasn't difficult, so he followed the old soldier's advice, hoping to save his life. But when he cut out the already cooked heart and sewed the dragon's heart in place, it remained motionless, clearly unable to adapt to the human body.

"I don't think this is working." Leon pointed out the situation tactfully.

"Don't be impatient." The old soldier was not annoyed. "Look at the stomach."

Leon looked at the cut stomach and found that the piece of silver dragon meat that had been put in it had been digested at some point. Before he could be surprised that this body could still digest even with such severe injuries, something even more surprising happened.

The dragon heart that was forcibly sewn into the chest actually began to beat slowly at this moment!

Leon looked at the heart in astonishment, then at the stomach. He put the two things together, then suddenly raised his head and stared at Hunter Fearless.

"He digested the Silver Rathalos' genes and activated its organs within his own body!"

Having figured out the truth, Leon said word by word, "Is this the truth about your legion?"

Chapter 34: Gene Plunderer

Of course, Leon had heard about the flesh and blood mutation of the Second Legion. This matter was mentioned by Hunter Fearless himself on the day Fearless woke up.

Flesh mutation itself is not uncommon, the Fifteenth Legion, the Thousand Sons, was once deeply troubled by it, and the Fifteenth Legion's Primarch, the Rainbow Pony, once traded one of his eyes with Tzeentch in exchange for the knowledge to cure their legion's flesh mutation.

——Although at that time, Xiao Ma did not know that Tzeentch was one of the evil gods of the warp. And this deal, which was indeed helpful only in the beginning, eventually led to the entire Thousand Sons Legion becoming Tzeentch's minions.

When Leon heard the Hunter Fearless talk about the flesh and blood mutations of his legion, and even pointed out that the Primarch of their legion had also traded with Tzeentch, his conventional thinking inertia made him naturally assume that the flesh and blood mutations of this Second Legion that was good at absorbing genes were the same as those of the Thousand Sons Legion.

But now, after seeing with his own eyes that Amidel was brought back to life by the heart of the Silver Rathalos, he was horrified to discover that the flesh and blood mutations of the Second Legion were not the same as those of the Thousand Sons.

The Thousand Sons Legion is like a group that cannot control the growth of their own flesh. The rapidly proliferating human flesh and limbs on their bodies will eventually engulf them, and eventually turn them into a mindless ball of flesh; while the Second Legion is actually able to consciously absorb and transform its own genes.

In other words, not only their original body, but every one of them can actively transform himself into an alien!

Leon stared at Hunter Fearless. He was very sure that Hunter Fearless had deliberately concealed some details when he was telling the story of his legion.

Extracting information from the genes of others is a basic ability given to every Space Marine by the nineteen transformation operations. At that time, the Hunter Dreadnoughts simply covered it up with their legion and the extra glands that were compatible with the gene detection nerves. Naturally, Leon didn't think much about it.

But who could have imagined that the targeted evolution he was talking about was something like this? Eating a piece of meat could allow one to use the heart of a Silver Rathalos, a dragon so different from a human?!

"At least he survived." Facing Leon's gaze, Hunter Fearless said, "We can't lose Brother Amidel."

"We can't lose him, but your abilities... are a bit too dangerous."

Unstable abilities often mean danger, but so does overly stable abilities. Leon knows very well how much enthusiasm humans can have for committing suicide when it comes to something that can be directed and repeatedly practiced.

Apart from anything else, any of the Forge Worlds within the Mechanicus would have three-digit Mechanical Priests killed or maimed simply for messing with the "mature" hot melt process or the "improvement" of the plasma process.

It was hard for Leon to imagine what kind of monsters and demons a legion that could integrate the genomes of monsters into its own DNA simply by eating could eventually create.

If it really gets to that point, the adjective "flesh and blood mutation" might be an understatement...

Leon suddenly understood why the Emperor had eliminated the Second Legion so thoroughly, but Fearless made a promise to Leon.

"It's because we know our abilities are too dangerous that we, warriors who adhere to the principle of using our abilities with caution, left the Legion. In fact, even during the years I was asleep, I believe my brothers adhered to this principle. The fact that they haven't mutated in all these years on a planet full of monsters is the best proof."

"I believe you, but I believe more in what I see with my own eyes."

Leon looked at Amidel. As the Silver Rathalos' heart beat in his chest, his breathing gradually became steady and his internal organs quickly began to repair themselves.

This vigorous vitality surprised Leon. He couldn't help but recall the emergency surgery he performed on the seriously injured Space Marine at the Felynx Camp. The other party's tenacious self-healing ability now seemed to be not an isolated case.

He hesitated for a moment, but still gave Amidel an injection of nutrient solution.

The opponent's self-repair ability is so high that he doesn't need to do anything at all. He can recover as before by simply providing nutrition - if there are no extra parts of the Silver Rathalos on his body.

So what is this, the birth of a Warhammer-style dragon-man race?

"We can selectively absorb genes, but Brother Amidel is so seriously injured that his body's survival instinct is forcing him to absorb everything he can."

Adjutant Aibo explained in a low voice, "He used to be the most principled among us. He can't be blamed for the current situation."

Li Ang shook his head. "I know, but this is never a personal matter. If we want to consider long-term cooperation, then I must examine your gene seeds."

"When Brother Amidel wakes up, I will ask for his advice." Hunter Fearless, who had already handed over the command, said so.

Leon nodded, agreeing with Wuwei's statement. He sewed up Armidale's body. No one spoke during this time, and the atmosphere was a little dull for a moment.

The silent atmosphere was not eased until Sergeant Arlo, who was in charge of the outer defense, returned with Lieutenant Vigan who went to support him.

"There's no need for support!" Lieutenant Vigan yelled. "After the Silver Rathalos died, those intruders just ran off on their own for no apparent reason!"

"Including the Tyrannosaurus?" Leon confirmed.

"Including the Deviljho."

Sergeant Arlo took over the conversation. "If we take into account the World Soul mentioned earlier, let's assume that it was the World Soul that sent these dragons to harass us when we first started hunting the Silver Rathalos. Now that the Silver Rathalos has fallen, those dragons have left, giving up the opportunity to pursue our exhausted army. Does this mean that the World Soul is showing us good will?"

"Who knows? I never speculate on the thoughts of those inhuman things." Leon replied, "At least we are safe, for now."

The battle was brutal. Although no one was killed thanks to the timely rescue of Felyne, there were still many wounded soldiers with missing limbs.

If three or more dragons continued to exert pressure, Leon and his men would have no choice but to find a way to get more materials from the space wreck and evacuate hastily. But now that the dragons had retreated, they had plenty of time.

Leon first dealt with some of the wounded in urgent situations, then organized the Felynx to help him recover usable materials from the Silver Rathalos, and finally, with the assistance and command of Adjutant Aibo, he organized the remaining soldiers who could still move and organized a line of defense along the perimeter of the space wreck.

When it was over, he went to the Space Hulk himself and cut an entrance into the Space Hulk's armor plating.

You can let others do everything else, but you have to do opening the blind box yourself, right?

"It's time to reap the greatest reward of this battle."

Putting aside all the previous questions, Li Ang, whose addiction to gold-grabbing began to take effect, rubbed his hands excitedly: "Let me see what secrets are hidden in here!"

PS: Merry Christmas everyone (from scheduled release) 7

Chapter 35: The Secret of the Space Hulk

Sadly, not all space hulks have surprises on board.

Leon didn't find any gold in this wrecked space ship, even with the ancient Terra secret of "To find the dragon and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains, each winding is a barrier."

Space hulks are a general term for ships lost in the Warp. It is not uncommon for something to happen in the Warp that causes the death of the entire crew. Such unmanned ghost ships often drift in the Warp for centuries until they are boarded by someone in the Warp or return to the real universe.

Space Hulks often contain valuable items such as lost technology or sacred relics, but sometimes they become lairs for Heretics, Chaos Daemons, Orks or Genestealers.

Of course, since it is now the M32 era, the Tyranids are probably still crawling towards the Milky Way with hungry stomachs, and the Genestealers, who are the vanguard of the Tyranids, naturally have not appeared in the Milky Way yet.

So usually only the first three will appear on the space hulk, but due to the chaotic nature of subspace time, it is not surprising that some unusual situations sometimes occur.

Among many unusual circumstances, Leon, who had previously communicated with the Astartes about the situation of the space hulk, had already prepared to see Zerg specimens on this space hulk.

But it turns out that this psychological preparation is not enough in the face of this space hulk.

Looking at the insect specimens he was dissecting, and feeling the design drawings of the insect swarm's biological weapons flashing in his mind, Leon sighed deeply.

Although there wasn't the lost technology Leon had hoped for, gaining some knowledge that could unlock blueprints was a reward in itself. He also expected that the Tyranid swarm, with its similar settings to other science fiction works, would allow him to draw analogies and acquire some of the technology from the Zerg in StarCraft and the Thorin Chronicles in Stellaris.

But when this "part" becomes too complete, it is Li Ang who should be uneasy.

It wasn't that the unlocking methods in his mind were particularly kind to him; the fundamental requirement of using Warhammer to reproduce inter-universe technology remained unchanged. There was only one reason he could unlock so many progress bars at once: they were so damn similar!

Before crossing over, Li Ang had killed countless gunworms in the game. The flesh-eating guns that evolved from their flesh and blood and were similar to weapons left a deep impression on Li Ang.

But now, the attacking organ of the Tyranid specimen under his scalpel was not a flesh-eating gun at all, but corrosive acid sprayed out of its own mouthparts at high speed!

Leon was very sure that the structure of this insect was consistent with the unique biology of our Warhammer. It was undoubtedly the Tyranid swarm in Warhammer.

But isn’t this attack method the same as the Hydralisk in StarCraft!

Why would something like this appear here when it hasn't been unlocked in his mind yet?

"Thinker Array, report the current time." He gave orders to the Thinker Array on the abandoned ship.

The Thinker Array made an incomprehensible noise, as if it were being disturbed by something, but in the end, it still displayed the recorded time on the screen in front of Leon.

"750, M41," it displayed, even noting its "current" location: "Ultrastar Region."

That was the time and location of the real universe recorded when it entered the subspace. It came from nine thousand years later.

Anyone familiar with the chaotic nature of the subspace should be able to understand the current situation, but Leon, who knew something of the "future", could see more. For example, the first large-scale war with the Tyranids took place in the Ultramarine in 745 of M41.

Leon had been investigating on the space wreck for three days. He had figured out that the space wreck sent by Tzeentch to the White Wind Dalian Astartes was a forging ship belonging to the Mechanicus.

Such ships often house factories capable of producing ammunition and corpse starch sufficient to supply half the world. Of course, the unique feature of this forge ship is that a portion of it has been converted into a Tyranid research laboratory, with many specimens placed in stasis for study.

The strange thing is that Leon and others have searched the casting ship several times, but have not found any dead creatures other than insect specimens.

There were no crew members who were supposed to keep the ship running, no mechanical priests in charge of production, and no Mechanicus bio-sages in charge of research on this ship. It was so clean that it seemed as if they had never existed in the first place.

When Leon happened to find a lot of unclear experimental notes on the ship, there were even some research records about the Tyranid swarm left by others in the Thinker.

Li Ang continued to scroll down the screen according to the time displayed on the Thinker, and the experimental log recorded on the Thinker was right below.

"January x, xth standard Terra time."

"Experimental Notes... Bug... Macragge... Second... Soul..."

The above were the only keywords left in the poem. Incomplete records were common on ships lost in the Warp for extended periods of time, with no one maintaining the machine spirits, but these remaining items gave Leon a whiff of conspiracy.

Considering that the Great Demon Tzeentch had chosen this ship as a hunter to fight the remnants of the Second Legion, this ship must be leading to a dark future related to them. However, these few words that showed no connection to the situation on the ship left Leon puzzled.

Macragge can be said to be the site of the First Tyrannic War, so what is the second one that follows it? Could it be the Second Empire?

Oh, come on, come on, come on, for a ship this clean, it's possible that it was killed by an Ultramarines with a little secret...

But what is the final soul?

Could it be that Tyranids can have souls?

What a nonsense!

Frowning, Leon was puzzled. He had no idea what was going on. The only thing he was certain of was that Tzeentch was definitely involved. However, it was precisely this close connection with the bird-headed man that reminded Leon not to delve any further.

As the saying goes, when humans think, Tzeentch laughs. Even this ship was thrown here by Tzeentch. Only Tzeentch himself knows how many holes it has. Following these clues will only lead to Tzeentch's trap.