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

Lifar explained: "Even if we cover the entire planet with production lines, our production capacity is still not enough to reach the level of a first-level forging world..."

Li Ang thought about it.

The problems Lifar raised are very real, and he will not deny that.

The space for forging worlds is limited. Even a powerful nation like Mars has to build a star ring and use its satellites to gain more production space. It also has to establish branch bases such as Maxim to transfer low-end industries.

If you want long-term development, how to integrate production resources is something you must consider.

But Leon felt that the problem was not with the holographic solid-state mold, but with Warhammer's poor logistics.

The problem caused by the proliferation of academic cliques is not only the lack of knowledge circulation, but also the lack of sharing of products.

Due to the uncertainty of warp navigation, it is impossible to achieve division of labor and cooperation in the universe where each part is produced independently and then assembled together. Everyone can only produce their own things - this is also the fundamental reason for the division of the Forge World.

Two Forge Worlds may produce the same type of Leman Russ, but because the templates they improved upon are no longer interoperable, even though they are both Leman Russ, everything from their shells to their used parts are not universal, and they can only be purchased separately from the Forge Worlds that produced them for maintenance.

This sounds like a joke. After all, even the countries that fought the Second Terra World War in the 2K era knew that they had to standardize as much as possible to reduce logistical pressure. However, 30,000 years later, humans, who should theoretically be more advanced, are unable to do this.

The more they produce, the greater the pressure on logistics. The greater the pressure on logistics, the fewer supplies the Imperial Guard can receive.

So the more production there is, the less supply there is. This is also one aspect of the Dark Empire.

There is nothing wrong with the solid-state holographic mold itself, but under the Empire's unique production conditions, it is difficult to open a separate production line for each part of each weapon, which will cause problems.

If you want to solve this problem...

Li Ang's previous approach had always been to adapt his skills to the actual conditions of Warhammer. But this time, he decided not to conform to the conditions of Warhammer.

Standardization of production and standardization of parts are imperative.

He waved his hand, signaling Lifar to stop reporting on this matter. "Don't worry about it. We won't stay on Maxim for long. Go sort out the list, integrate the production line and the priests willing to leave Maxim, and send them to the transport fleet."

"Then I...?"

Lifar confirmed cautiously.

"If you can mobilize more priests than I expected, I will consider taking you with me."

Lifa immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said goodbye to Leon.

But Leon stopped him again: "Speaking of which, what about those orcs on Maxim?"

Lifalton was stunned, with a strange expression of surprise mixed with fear on his face.

"This question... I think it would be faster if you ask Adjutant Aibo."

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Chapter 245: Coach, I want to study science!

Leon saw this group of hunters in the wilderness of Maxim.

The veterans of the Second Legion, led by Lieutenant Abbott, who had been left behind on Maximus by Leon, were originally tasked with overseeing the situation. However, after Hayes and the Astra Militarum left, the responsibility of leading the remaining troops on Maximus against the orcs fell upon them.

However, rather than confrontation, it would be more appropriate to call it surveillance.

"Adjutant Aibo, what's the situation with those orcs?"

Ai Bo, who was in the command center, showed obvious surprise when he saw Li Ang, but after hearing Li Ang's question, he shook his head helplessly.

"how?"

Leon was curious, "Did those orcs unite again to attack you?"

Aibo seemed to be hesitant to speak. "They did unite, but they didn't launch an attack."

"Isn't this a good thing? Why do you still have that expression?"

"That's because... never mind. Brother Vigan is on routine patrol. When he comes back, you'll know everything by watching the video he filmed."

Lieutenant Weigan quickly returned to the headquarters and brought Leon his photos of the orc camp.

In the video, these unified orcs did not show any aggression like the common greenskins. On the contrary, most of them wore red robes, and there was a strong religious atmosphere.

Rather than going out to burn, kill, and loot, they preferred to hold an unspeakable ceremony in their own camp using gears and scraps.

In the video, a group of green-skinned orcs wearing red robes were sitting around an altar made of scrap metal and gears.

Their hoods were covered in the crude emblem of the Mechanicum's cogwheels, painted a vibrant green and edged with the Ork's characteristic jagged edges.

The leading orc, the Great Technician, wore a crown fashioned from discarded servo skulls, and behind him were "servo arms" made of wrenches, welding torches, and the like. It stood before the altar, bellowing a prayer in a hoarse orcish tongue:

"WAAAGH! Our great Iron God Ohm Green Saiyan! Grant us more scrap metal and sparks! Let our machines roar forever!"

The orcs below enthusiastically waved their wrenches and oil cans, issuing a deafening response: "Boom! Boom!"

They began to ring the bell, and after three rings, several orc technicians carried out an almost disintegrated Leman Russ tank and placed it carefully on the altar.

Jiba tapped the tank's armor three times with a wrench, then began stuffing various parts into it, regardless of whether they fit. The other orcs gathered in a circle, performing a strange dance and splashing oil on the mecha.

"Holy Machine, Holy Machine, wake up quickly! We fed you the best scrap metal!"

Suddenly, the tank's engine miraculously roared to life, spewing out a cloud of black smoke.

The orcs immediately cheered and danced:

"Miracle! Ohm's Iron Sheet has appeared!"

The video ended here, and Li Ang felt that his eyes had been opened.

"Are they performing a machine soul maintenance ritual?"

Vigan nodded. "That's right. Once a day, absolutely. They're even more polite than those mechanical priests. The most outrageous thing is, these crazy machines of theirs actually work. While their lifespan usually doesn't exceed three days, they can certainly run and fight."

"Beyond that?"

Li Ang asked.

"Beyond that, they also have culture and diplomacy beyond religion. They actively try to trade with us, hoping to exchange their teeth for our machinery and holy oils for prayers."

Adjutant Aibo added helplessly, "The Mechanic Priests have no use for teeth, so they are unwilling to trade with the Orcs. Orcs who are short of scrap will take the initiative to attack and snatch the gears and holy oils they want. This is the only time these greenskins will fight us."

He played another video for Li Ang.

This was left by a mechanical priest who was assigned the task of negotiating with the orcs. The orcs, who already knew what diplomacy was, took the initiative to invite him to negotiate with them in their iron-clad "Forge Temple".

Following his observations, Leon saw a "holy statue" made of scrap metal placed at the entrance of the Casting Temple.

The statue looked like the power armor he wore when he used his ultimate skill, Bageada, except that the helmet was exaggeratedly enlarged and two flashing light bulbs were embedded in the eyes.

The orcs took turns stepping forward and "offering" the oil-soaked gears at the feet of the statue.

Seeing this, Leon finally understood why Lifar had an expression mixed with fear.

These orcs perfectly replicated the religious rituals of the Mechanicum, except that they replaced all prayers with orcish roars and replaced "Om Messiah" with "Om Greensaya".

Just like the Orks who then occupied the battle moon above Terra.

They are evolving.

Leon decided not to kill all the orcs on Maxim. After beheading the orc warlord, he deliberately let go a group of orcs who admired him.

Now these orcs have really borne fruit, and the results far exceeded Leon's expectations.

“What a surprise.”

He couldn't help himself.

He finally understood why Lifar had that expression when he mentioned orcs.

These orcs have gone a step further than mere imitation, having completely mastered the essence of the Mechanicus. Most importantly, I think their rituals are even more effective than the priests' prayers to appease the Machine Spirits.

I noticed that these green-skinned priests were all trapped in the uncanny valley of "how can they be so similar?", and the whole process made them gasp in frustration.

But Leon did not believe in Om Messiah, so he certainly would not resist these orcs.

He had long planned to ask the great master Ba Xieri to help him gather a group of orcs to form a clan specializing in engineering. Now these orcs perfectly met his requirements.

The only flaw is that the story of Leon's defeat of Gadda has become a legend among them. They regard the exoskeleton Leon was wearing at the time as Om Green Saiyan, but they don't know that Leon is "Om Green Saiyan" himself.

He cannot gather these greenskins by himself, he has to rely on external forces like Xie Ri.

These orcs have already gone very far, and Leon is not sure whether Xie Ri still has the ability to subdue them.

He called over Xie Ri, who had been tinkering on the forge. After learning of Leon's request, Xie Ri patted his chest loudly.

"Don't worry, Boss! I'll definitely use the science you taught me to beat these guys to a pulp!"

He turned to Neos, who had been learning the techniques from him recently: "Nyos, push our evil fire up!"

There are about one million remaining orcs on Maxim. Most of these orcs are developing into wild technology geeks, but at the same time they are divided into many tribes.

Li Ang chose a medium-sized tribe as a starting point for Xie Ri to test his control over the orc clan.

Soon, a Hellfire Chariot painted bright red roared towards the orc camp.

These clever orcs actually knew how to set up roadblocks, but these roadblocks were no obstacle to an all-terrain vehicle like the Hellion. Neos, sitting in the driver's seat, slammed the accelerator, unceremoniously ran over several fart spirits, and rushed straight in.

The orcs immediately got into an uproar and surrounded them with wrenches and welding guns.

"WAAAGH! Who dares to trespass into our holy land?"

Xie Ri stood on the roof of the car, his hands on his hips, and shouted even louder: "Shut up! You idiots who can only bang on metal sheets!"

He jumped down from the roof and pointed at the "holy machine" enshrined in the center of the camp—a tank made of scrap metal—and laughed exaggeratedly:

"Is this your 'magic machine'? I'm dying of laughter! It's not even as good as a toy made by a jerk! And you dare call yourselves tech masters with this level of skill? I don't think you even know what science is!"

These red orcs had clearly learned the essence of the Oil Man's strong ego. Cursing and wielding their weapons, they prepared to personally engage in a technical duel. However, the Evil Sun, having already undergone a round of strengthening on the Battle Moon, quickly defeated these technical masters.

Neos tacitly turned the flamethrower on the roof and roasted the fallen Jiba into a delicious spore barbecue.

"Do you smell it?"

Xie Ri sniffed exaggeratedly, "This is the smell of ignorance!"

The orcs were shocked by his "scientific display", but soon became agitated again.

The leading master stepped forward and said, "Blasphemy! How dare you run wild in the holy land of Om Green Saiyan!"

"Om Green Saiyan? What the hell is that? Can I eat it?"

Xie Ri exaggeratedly scratched his ears, as if he felt the name was offensive. Facing these "primitive" compatriots, he displayed unreserved contempt.

"This piece of scrap metal, worthless as a hair from my boss, is worthy of being called a miracle. I think you've drunk too much motor oil and ruined your brains! What's the point of relying on gods to develop these technologies? Do you know what Newtonian force is? Do you know what a dog stock nail is? Do you know what chicken mechanics is?"

The beastmen looked at each other in bewilderment: "What is a Newton? Can we eat it?"

"You don't understand? No wonder you can only create this kind of stuff! Today I'll show you what real science is!"

He jumped back into the chariot and winked at Neos.

"Neos, take out those racing skills you said you learned when you were picking up girls and give these clueless guys a good time!"

Neos understood and drove the chariot to draw a perfect circular trajectory in the open space in the center of the camp.

"did you see?"

Xie Ri said proudly, "This is called uniform circular motion! Do you know why our car is so stable? Because I understand Newton's third law!"

The orcs were stunned by the spectacular performance, but they were still a little unconvinced.

Xie Ri, noticing this, jumped out of his car and pointed at an Orc tank at the edge of the camp. "Not convinced? Then let's have a fight! Use your junk to fight my treasure! Whoever loses will be the boss!"

The orcs immediately became excited, as this was their favorite way of competing.

Soon, a modified orc chariot was pushed out.

"The rules are simple. It's about seeing who's faster! Whoever reaches the finish line first wins!"

The rickety chariot clearly relied heavily on the orcs' power of thought to operate. While the power of thought was incredible, it was no match for the Hellion Chariot, which combined both science and thought.

Neos, who was driving, easily got rid of his opponent. Xie Ri even had the leisure to lean out and use a flamethrower to draw a line of fire on the track, smoking the orc chariot following behind him black.

After one lap, the Hellion Chariot won with absolute advantage.

The stunned orcs were devastated, their confidence in their own skills beginning to shatter, to the point that even the chariot could no longer maintain its form, and it scattered into pieces all over the ground before crossing the finish line.

Xie Ri laughed heartily: "Now you know who the real master of skills is, right?"

The orcs walked back dejectedly, their eyes tinged with awe as they looked at Xie Ri. The leading tech tyrant even approached Xie Ri with a humbled gaze and asked flatteringly, "Big brother... can you teach us?"

Xie Ri grinned: "Want to learn? I'll teach you!"

His boldness conquered the hearts of all the greenskins. The orcs looked at each other and suddenly knelt down in unison: "Boss! Teach us real science!"