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

The transport ships that Kubik had refused to lend to Leon, claiming they were unavailable, were all in this fleet. Maxim, the newly appointed Director of Foundry by the Foundry General, sat in the flagship's command seat, his prosthetic eyes gleaming with greed.

The servitor beside him was reporting Maxim's situation to him:

"Data shows that while Maxim's production capacity has declined, its variety is on the rise. New weapon types include: siege tanks, Thor mechas, and other unidentified heavy equipment..."

The casting director had already memorized these data, but he still wanted to listen to them a few more times, imagining the wonderful things that were about to happen.

New technology is what Mars longs for. The Casting General, who is obsessed with the impact-piercing cannon, can't wait to send out a fleet to receive Maxim as soon as the "suppression of rebellion" on Mars slows down.

Before leaving, Kubik specifically instructed him to bring the production lines of siege tanks and Thor mechas back to Mars intact.

But as Maxim's new foundry director, he was already thinking about how to intercept some "extra gains" for himself in addition to these orders.

His fleet arrived above Maxim at the fastest speed, just passing by Leon's fleet.

"They actually left just like that?"

The casting director was a little surprised.

The Casting General even gave him a number of Crusaders to prepare for a confrontation with Leon in the event of a conflict. Unexpectedly, the enemy had already set sail, and there was no stage for a confrontation at all.

Could it be that they have already moved?

The casting director himself was amused by the idea.

Moving a Forge World is a massive undertaking, and packing up everything would take years. Even with this little time, the other party definitely wouldn't be able to take away the massive production lines that produced the Thor mechas.

"It seems that even without the support of the Astra Militarum, even this daring sage lacks the courage to confront Mars."

The Casting Director, who thought he had figured out the reason for Leon's retreat, said with satisfaction, "Enter the spaceport. I want to personally inspect my new territory."

He had already begun to imagine how he would manage this wealthy forging world. Even if he handed over those special production lines, the remaining production capacity left by Leon on this planet would be enough for him to accumulate astonishing wealth and influence.

But after reaching the surface, everything he saw surprised him.

The entire foundry nest was empty, with only exposed pipeline bases left where the production equipment should have been placed.

"Where's the production line?! Where's my Thor mecha production line?!"

The remaining low-ranking priests looked at each other in bewilderment. A brave technical slave replied tremblingly: "My lord, they have all been taken away..."

"All of them?! This is impossible! How could all those large pieces of equipment be taken away in such a short time?"

“They used new production technology.”

Another priest added quietly, "Every part is numbered, so it's quicker to take apart than playing with blocks."

As priests who had always been in Maxim, they knew that Leon's actions were more efficient than Director Augustus who had evacuated Maxim before, and he cleaned the land more cleanly than the empire's tax collection team.

This ability to pluck feathers from a passing goose made them feel a strange admiration for Li Ang. They even felt a little regretful for not following Li Ang.

What? That sage has this kind of power?

The casting director's processor nearly overheated.

He suppressed his surprise and anger, comforting himself that at least Maxim's infrastructure was still there and the energy network was intact.

It's always easier to rebuild the production line than to build an entire forge world from scratch.

Just as he was about to make arrangements for the next steps, an alarm rang out throughout the Forge Temple. The leader of the Skitarii rushed into the command room and reported to him in panic:

"Commander! Orcs are attacking! The number... the number is incalculable!"

Orcs? How could that be?

If there are still orcs on Maxim who can gather and launch an attack, how did Maxim organize production before?

The director was led out of the door by the leader of the Crusaders.

On the horizon, a tide of green figures surged towards the Forge Hive. These orcs wore red robes, held high their weapons painted bright red, and drove modified chariots and mechas.

What horrified him most was that they were shouting the same slogan as they marched:

"WAAAGH! FOR SCIENCE! FOR OHM GREEN SAIYAN!"

Even the cooling system began to fail, and the foundry director felt like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

Not to mention whether the Crusaders he brought with him were strong enough to face so many orcs, the orcs' behavior, which was somewhat similar to theirs, was enough to hit his uncanny valley, making him so panicked that he couldn't control himself.

What kind of monsters have been bred on Maxim?!

"Prepare defense!"

The Director roared out orders, his voice filled with unprecedented panic, "Send a distress signal to Mars! Just say... just say we're under attack by the xenomorph Mechanicus!"

What is this name?

Everyone present felt that it was impossible for Mars to believe such a ridiculous statement, but looking at the scene before them, they had to admit that the director was just stating the facts.

Given the fortifications Leon had left behind when he besieged Maxim, these 900,000 orcs weren't enough to truly penetrate the Forge Hive and slaughter priests and civilians, but they were more than enough to severely damage the Skitarii led by the Forge Director. Kubik, still embroiled in civil war, had to deploy additional Skitarii to save this Forge World, which was subordinate to Mars.

Now he desperately needs reputation to consolidate his position and cannot abandon a foundry director immediately after appointing him. Such an inconsistency will make the priests who want to rely on him feel suspicious.

Therefore, even if he didn't get Leon's production line, even if he had to swell up his own trump card, he had to dispatch his private army with tears in his eyes to resolve the siege of the orcs on Maxim.

Leon has already set sail for Huangquan No. 8. As his "reward", from now on, Mars, which does not provide him with a transport fleet, will be deeply mired in the quagmire of the Orc War.

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Chapter 247 Huangquan No. 8.

Li Ang, who had anticipated the new casting director's fate, didn't even bother to imagine how Mars would react.

He relocated his flagship to the partially repaired Sisyphus. This armed cruiser now led the fleet, carrying Holo's transport fleet into Mandeville Point and escorting the entire fleet.

As a warship of the Iron Hands during the Great Crusade, the Sisyphus was equipped with many unknown advanced technologies. This allowed it to outperform conventional strike cruisers by approximately 30% in all aspects, and even without a complete overhaul, it still possessed considerable combat effectiveness.

Li Ang already had a general understanding of these advanced technologies from previous restoration work.

They were either unique to the Iron Hands or quite rare in the current empire, but generally speaking, they were already owned by the empire and held no particular value to Leon.

The only thing that Leon cared about was the alien weapon on it.

——Lightning arc generator.

Although he had long known that this ship had alien weapon technology, Leon had not expected it to be this.

In Leon's memory, this weapon should be a unique technology of the Necrons in Warhammer. It is unknown how the Iron Hands of the Great Crusade obtained this technology and installed it on their ships.

It operates by using stored solar energy, unleashing a field of charged arcs upon activation that envelope the target and attack weak spots.

This thing is one of the main weapons of the Necron Fleet, which is little known today. Its main feature is its wide attack range and strong coverage.

Although the arc weapon on the Sisyphus was only a small generator with low power, according to Sharokin, it had also created many miracles for them.

He suggested that Leon treat the weapon as a sacred object, just like the Iron Hand. Leon planned to dismantle the weapon and ponder it carefully once he settled down.

After all, this weapon points to a technology found in the stars - the arc launcher.

Once upon a time, Leon was a powerful leader of a civilization, commanding a vast fleet. Even the combined might of the Great Khan, the Awakened, the Corrupted, and the Scourge could not deplete his endless fleet.

It was the arc launcher that gave Leon this confidence.

A battleship is equipped with only a single arc gun, wishing it had only engines and arc guns. Relying on its advantages in range and armor penetration, it recklessly attacks all incoming enemies, annihilating them before they even get close.

This is the T-34.

This is the core patent of the Fourth Disaster!

Unfortunately, battleships were still too far away for Leon. Warhammer's warp-influenced production system made it difficult to leverage the T-34's advantages of low cost and low production time. The idea of ​​wiping out the world with tens of thousands of battleships was unrealistic for a long time.

Moreover, the effect of the arc launcher ignoring certain armor and shields is not so obvious here.

This is the Warhammer world. Anything related to energy, no matter what monsters, must first get through the Void Shield.

However, this was completely new technology that the Empire lacked. With the power of the Void Dragon as a guarantee, Leon only needed to spend some time to completely deduce this technology and create a production line.

In addition to the Gauss weapons that have been ignored by the Empire, Leon is about to truly possess something that the Empire cannot afford.

This alone is enough to make Leon feel that he has gained a lot.

Unfortunately, few people can share this joy.

"Leaving now?"

Looking at Occam saying goodbye to him, Leon felt a little regretful.

Although Occam was mostly on the ship collecting a salary, this knowledgeable Alpha was one of the few people who could brag with him.

What mattered was that the person was good enough. After working for him for so long on the Phalanx, Occam finally asked for the logistics needed to meet the needs of the four members of his warband, a transformation surgery, a cat, and a small boat that could navigate the warp.

"It's time to set off. The crisis on Terra has been resolved, and we must head for a broader stage."

Ockham replied, "But rest assured, I will give your needs a higher priority."

"Then I'm looking forward to it. But by the way, where is your next destination?"

"The Eye of Terror, whether you're looking for other Alphas or collecting the gene-seed of the Night Lords, is a land of opportunity."

The Eye of Terror was located in the hazy galaxy north of Terra, a bit far from the Pacific Segmentum to the west. Even if Occam prioritized Leon, they wouldn't meet for a long time.

Sevatar also left with Occam. The Prince of Crows had not appeared since their meeting in the laboratory. Leon was not sure what he was thinking, but he felt that the Prince of Crows would not forget his previous proposal.

Who made him want to be a partner of justice?

Just by hearing this name, you can tell that it is a natural holy body of ox and horse.

Small merchant ships capable of warp navigation broke away from the fleet, turning and heading towards the Nebulous Segmentum. A group of Second Legion troops, led by Adjutant Aibo and Lieutenant Weigan, also broke away from the fleet and, following Leon's instructions, headed for Terra to join the Deathwatch that was being formed.

Leon's fleet continued to advance under the guidance of Otani, with the goal of reaching the large forging world closest to the solar star field.

Huangquan No. 8.

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Deep in the foundry temple of Huangquan No. 8, foundry director Morse Gamma was meeting with his confidants.

"Mandeville Point began to tremble."

The sage in charge of the monitoring station reported: "A fleet is expected to jump into our system soon."

"Has any fleet reported its navigation records to us in advance?"

"No."

Morse said with satisfaction: "It seems that our guests are coming."

Everyone present knew who Morse was waiting for.

Leon, the biological sage of Huangquan No. 8.

Although judging from his current performance, it would not be excessive to promote him to a high-level sage who is proficient in all aspects, Huangquan No. 8 does not have this opportunity.

Li Ang, who was born in Huangquan No. 8, has not returned to Huangquan No. 8 for decades.

If Morse hadn't offered to give Leon a strike cruiser on behalf of the Empire, they probably wouldn't have come back.

Not all sages supported this decision. Even the confidants of the Forge Director were skeptical about the cost of a strike cruiser.

This wasn't a mass-produced ship like the Moon-class cruiser. Huangquan No. 8 wasn't a forge world specializing in shipbuilding; even a single strike cruiser would take them nearly twenty years to complete.

This strike cruiser that was about to be provided to Leon was taken from the order of another regiment, and for this they had to pay a penalty to that regiment.

These doubts gave rise to questions. A sage stepped forward and questioned politely, "Is the price of a strike cruiser too high? Although he was once listed on Huangquan No. 8, he has long since left, and even..."

"Even what?"

Morse raised his eyes and looked deeply at the sage. "You might as well explain your words more clearly, Sage Omicron."

"Even when he left Huangquan No. 8, he started a gear war."

Omicron whispered.

The words "Gear War" set off an electric whisper in the temple.

That was a record of a major accident recorded by Huangquan No. 8.

Li Ang cleansed his enemies with a bloody technical duel, and intensified the conflict in the name of a duel, turning it into a direct military confrontation.

Several temples were reduced to ruins by his well-prepared plan, but he left and sailed across the universe, leaving behind only a field of charred mechanical wreckage and the gnashing of teeth of survivors.

"Leon is not trustworthy. The Casting Temple he destroyed has not been fully repaired to this day."