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

Although the last point can be ignored for the time being, because he has not yet mastered enough knowledge to reproduce those drawings that can truly change the structure of the Warhammer universe - but looking at those design drawings such as the curvature engine or the star gate, how can he not set principles for himself early on to prepare for the future?

Knowledge should be spread, truth should be promoted, this is what Leon learned from his past life. But things are different now. Although Leon's reasons for hiding knowledge are different from those of the oilmen who want to privately possess knowledge to better climb the Mechanicus, their behavior is ultimately the same.

In a cesspool-like universe, no matter what your original intentions are, the world will eventually make everyone the same. Even if Leon has the ideal of changing the universe, no matter what, the foundation of everything is to first gather the knowledge within Warhammer as a basis.

As a result, his behavior was no different from that of an ordinary oilman. As a designated method of "technological advancement" in Warhammer, Leon naturally picked up the oilman's two hobbies - stealing and digging graves.

Relying on his understanding of the Warhammer universe and the special times, Leon secretly dug up many ruins and successfully escaped in this era when Chaos was subsiding, the Undead were still dormant, and the Eldar were not active.

But as the saying goes, if you walk by the river, you will get your feet wet. During an exploration, Leon accidentally learned about the hiding place of Fabius Bayer, an old Chinese medicine doctor, and became greedy for the precious experimental materials and forbidden biological knowledge in the hands of the old doctor.

Knowing this history, he understood that now was the critical period for Abaddon to reorganize his forces, attack various Chaos warlords and prepare for the Second Black Crusade. All he had to do was rob and run. Leon felt that he could ask for help from the old Chinese doctor and escape successfully before Abaddon arrived.

Who would have thought that Abaddon, who had been fighting continuously, regarded him and his mechanical ark as fat meat delivered to his mouth, and personally led the team to chase Leon.

The intelligence network from his past life that had once enabled Leon to succeed had now become a burden, dragging him down. Now that the Ark Mechanic had been destroyed, Leon, struggling to navigate the turbulent subspace in his escape craft, was reflecting on his actions.

"It's not all bad news," he concluded. "My actions can influence the decisions of key characters, causing them to take actions that weren't originally in the plot. This shows that some developments aren't predetermined, and I can indeed change the universe."

Fate is an unpredictable thing. Legend has it that Tzeentch has already determined the fate of everyone in his own book of fate. Leon, who used to only do small things, has now personally verified that this statement is not true. This fact undoubtedly makes Leon, who does not believe in fate, feel excited. But before he can influence the fate of others, he must first grasp his own and survive the waves of the turbulent warp.

The devil's changing and terrifying face surged on the crumbling thin curtain of Geller's Stand. After realizing that Geller's Stand was about to be unable to maintain the curtain between reality and the subspace due to lack of energy, Leon reluctantly pulled out the cable from his body and poured his stored energy into Geller's Stand.

He was a soulless being, and the demons wouldn't be interested in him. But this was the demons' home turf, and if Geller lost, Leon felt these demons wouldn't mind tearing him apart, both the ship and the people.

The miniaturized subspace engine and Geller's stance sound like miracles in the history of technology. Such "miracles" are of course the same as the energy shield and solar battle axe, which are products directly "borrowed" by Leon. However, unlike weapons, although the miniaturized subspace engine has higher technical content, its practicality is almost non-existent.

By leveraging the miniaturized blueprints from StarCraft, a game with many similarities to Warhammer, and Warhammer's sophisticated warp drive manufacturing technology, Leon effortlessly recreated the StarCraft hyperdrive, which could be carried by even a small shuttle, in the form of a warp drive within the Warhammer world. However, after constructing it, Leon awkwardly discovered that faster-than-light travel in both worlds was not a significant challenge at all.

Warhammer's warp navigation requires tearing the veil between reality and the warp, requiring a Geller to maintain reality in the ever-changing warp, and also requiring a navigator to use psionic energy to guide the direction in the warp. These three things, plus the energy they require, are meant to fit on a ship, which means it cannot be too small.

The Empire had previously attempted to miniaturize the Warp Drive, but after advanced miniaturization technology led to more ships becoming lost and corrupted, both the Empire and the Adeptus Mechanicus shelved the concept. Realizing that just because something could be built didn't mean it could be used, Leon similarly abandoned his experimental shuttle in the Actuarial's warehouse.

However, as fate would have it, the shuttle abandoned by Leon has now become his only hope, and he has actually experienced all the difficulties of using this escape ship in Warhammer.

"Insufficient reserve energy..." Looking at his steadily decreasing energy index, Li Ang felt helpless.

The miniaturized warp engine itself cannot store too much energy. Leon originally estimated that he only needed to make a short warp jump with a clear track. Theoretically, such a jump could be carried out smoothly even without a navigator, but the warp navigation that did not start from Mandeville Point eventually caught him in the warp turbulence.

He didn't know where the subspace turbulence would throw him, nor did he know when it would throw him out. He could only deactivate the equipment on his body one by one and distribute his energy to the equipment on the ship to delay time as much as possible.

"Who on earth published a paper claiming that the stability of warp travel is related to one's own mass? I'm going to skin him alive if I can get out alive." Leon still retained the surging desire to attack as a human. "With this little mass, it can still be caught in the turbulence of the warp. How can it be stable?"

Time was meaningless in the Warp; his energy reserves became his sole measure. He first deactivated his weapons. After a while, he deactivated all computing systems. Later, he even stopped maintaining his Warp observation equipment. Even so, with only the energy needed to sustain basic life, Leon saw no hope of escaping the Warp.

He stared out of the cabin with his naked eyes, and all he could see, apart from the strange and changeable turbulence of the warp, was the vaguely visible cold sun hanging high in the warp.

Leon no longer had the energy to maintain Geller's position. He knew clearly what his fate would be - even though he never believed in fate.

Perhaps this was the end of his life, but rather than regret, Leon felt more relieved. He stopped supplying energy to the subspace engine and instead lowered the Geller Stand, focusing the last of the energy back on himself.

"At least, I persevered to the end as a human." Leon raised his sword and chopped off the head of a demon. Facing the demons that continued to rush towards him, he raised the ion gun in his hand. "There is no emperor here, no Om Messiah! But personal determination never relies on external things! Let me show you the true greatness of humanity!"

The solar-powered battle axe in Leon's hand suddenly blazed with light, forcing all the demons around him to retreat. But this was the Warp, and the demons fighting on their home turf weren't eager to completely destroy Leon. With grins and mocking smiles on their faces, they huddled around Leon like a cat teasing a mouse, treating killing as a vicious game.

But suddenly, their expressions changed from amusement to terror. A cold light, not from Leon, enveloped the place. The demons screamed and fled in panic.

Wrapped in this power, Leon also felt that the sense of nothingness belonging to the subspace around him was gradually reduced. A long-lost sense of reality unique to the real universe filled his senses, but he did not feel relaxed because of this. On the contrary, another feeling of falling caused by gravity made his heart rise to his throat. He hurriedly lay down on the side of the escape boat, and what caught his eyes was a pale blue planet that could only appear in the real universe.

This was a good thing, but without even having to calculate, Leon realized that he and the escape ship were already within the planet's gravity and were accelerating towards it. Realizing what had just happened, his eyes widened and he started cursing, "I'm fucking the Emperor! Get rid of this old Deng!"

The friction of the atmosphere ignited the armor of the escape ship and swallowed up Leon's voice. At this moment, everyone on this planet who looked up at the sky noticed his brilliant meteor.

——It also includes a group of two-meter-five-meter-tall, human-looking warriors. Their physiques are similar to those of Astartes, but they do not wear the iconic power armor. Although there are obvious signs of modification on their bodies, various vital parts are only covered with simple metal and animal skins. They look extremely destitute and embarrassed.

"Lieutenant Admir, some of our brothers saw it clearly. They reported that it was a small spaceship, only the size of a Stormbird, falling towards the planet. It's not clear whether the spaceship is human-made, but it is the only technological product we have seen since arriving on this planet."

The man called Lieutenant Ademir nodded. "I know. We can't give up this opportunity no matter what. But since it's a technological creation, if there are survivors inside, they must be able to resist. If we want to leave the planet, we must do our best."

"First, determine the approximate crash site, then bring our power armor there. Even without the power packs, the armor's protection is enough to withstand average attacks." Admir commanded skillfully, "If the enemy's firepower is weak, have the brothers wear the power armor and use their bodies to propel them forward. If the enemy's firepower is fierce, use our numerical advantage to encircle them and make subsequent arrangements based on the situation."

A man who looked like an adjutant nodded in acceptance. He called over a few men and began to move the pile of power armor. After being cleaned by a few people, the dusty power armor finally came to light. It was an ancient MK2 Expeditionary Power Armor. The chestplate, covered in craters and claw marks, silently spoke of its extraordinary nature. And on the left shoulder armor, a large Roman numeral II was prominently etched, almost faded, but still eye-catching.

Chapter 3 Emergency Landing

As a time traveler from the scientifically enlightened M3 era to the barbaric and ignorant M32 era, Leon naturally didn't believe the Divine Emperor's theories. But after being helped by Old Man Huang, Leon began to wonder whether the being sitting on the Golden Throne was a human or a god.

If he is really still a human being, why doesn't he understand the principle of helping others to the end and seeing the Buddha off to the west?

It's not possible that after escaping from the subspace, I will be smashed into a meat patty in the real universe?

Thanks to the incredible material strength of the Warhammer world, the escape ship that passed through the dense atmosphere was completely unscathed except for some blackening of the armor plates. However, this spacecraft, which was not designed to fly within the atmosphere, obviously did not conform to the aerodynamic aesthetics. The plasma engine that was reduced to accommodate a miniaturized subspace engine could not provide the power of a powerful brick flying machine.

Leon tried his best to make the plasma engine provide downward recoil, and even injected his own energy into the engine to make it overload, but the downward momentum did not weaken at all.

Seeing that the spaceship could not be saved, Leon could only open the hatch, use his mechanical claws to fix himself to the outer edge of the spaceship, and begin to dismantle the plasma engine and subspace engine at high altitude.

This was a life-or-death struggle, but fortunately, Leon, a regular grave digger, was no stranger to this. With steady hands and feet, he removed the subspace engine without any auxiliary equipment and attached a plasma engine directly to his body. As the ship was about to crash, he leaped from the ship, carrying the subspace engine and igniting the plasma engine at the same time.

The plasma engine's tail flames burned through the red robes that symbolized the Mechanicus's identity and melted Leon's mechanized lower body. Fortunately, the engine's power was sufficient for this weight, and with careful adjustments, Leon landed safely on the ground with the plasma engine on his back.

He raised his hands, hoping to cheer for his successful emergency landing without anyone watching, but his half-melted legs clearly didn't support such an idea. Before he could raise his hands, his legs, unable to support him, had already made him fall headfirst onto the ground.

However, this obviously did not affect Li Ang's interest. The joy of escaping death made him turn over and want to laugh to the sky, but in the process of turning over, because he was lying sideways and could see the surrounding environment, he keenly noticed a fact.

His forced landing was not without presence.

Leon's half-melted legs temporarily disabled him, but that wasn't a reason to sit there and wait for death. Without a care in the world, Leon activated his energy shield, and a plasma pistol quietly popped out from under his wrist.

He put down the subspace engine in his arms, pretending to deal with his lower body, and used the robe on his upper body and the light from the welding gun to hide the plasma pistol under his wrist that was charging energy.

Just when Leon seemed to be concentrating on protecting his legs, a bolt pistol was silently pressed against Leon's head from behind.

"Don't move." Leon heard the man behind him say this to him in low Gothic.

"Before threatening anyone else."

Li Ang remained calm and unafraid. He flipped his wrist like a juggler, aiming the fully charged plasma pistol at the man behind him. "I suggest you reconsider your own thinking first."

"You think a plasma pistol can kill me?"

"There's more than one plasma pistol. Are you suspecting the backhand of a Mechanic Priest?"

The man snorted coldly: "I'm not afraid of sacrifice."

“There are always some people who regard themselves as brave and fearless heroes. They are eager to sacrifice, but they never think about how much value their sacrifice can bring.”

Leon pointed to the bushes ahead that were already moving slightly, where the companion of the man behind him should be hiding.

"Instead of confronting me here, why not give up the idea of ​​capturing me and cooperate with me on an equal footing to create a different future for you and your companions who are also trapped on this planet? Or did you go to such great lengths to get behind me just to die with me?"

The man behind him was silent for a moment, and Leon could hear his heavy breathing. A moment later, he felt the bolt pistol pressed against the back of his head being moved away.

"You're very clever, Mechanical Priest." The other man's voice was unremarkable. "Whether it was rescuing yourself during the crash or negotiating with you now, I can sense your extraordinary abilities."

"I just believe in my own skills and value. Besides, you were the ones who threatened me first. I just want an equal exchange."

Li Ang shrugged and extinguished the energy in his ion pistol. "I haven't seen you in person yet. To show your sincerity in cooperation, shouldn't you stand in front of me and show me? You know, my legs and feet are not very convenient right now."

The other party did not speak, but Li Ang heard the sound of the other party's footsteps. Not long after, a tall figure stood in front of Li Ang. The other party was two point five meters tall, and the shadow cast by him when he stood in front of Li Ang almost completely covered Li Ang.

Leon immediately noticed the traces of modification on the opponent's body and the reserved interfaces arranged in a regular pattern. The unexpected situation made him widen his eyes and exclaim in a low voice: "Astarte?"

Leon had previously conducted numerous analyses and imagined numerous scenarios: the fact that the other party spoke Low Gothic suggested they were also part of the Empire, or had once been one; the fact that they could approach him silently suggested they had received standard military training; the fact that they were approaching him with a heavy step suggested they were probably armed personnel who had undergone some biochemical modification to increase their weight...

But all these conditions put together still failed to make Leon think that the other party was Astartes.

However, after seeing the other person in person, Leon immediately realized the reason for his misjudgment - the other party was not wearing the power armor that Astartes almost never took off, and only used some armor plates and animal skins that seemed to be removed from the power armor to cover his vital parts.

The difference in weight caused Leon to misjudge the situation, but the other party's attire also made Leon instantly aware of the other party's situation.

"How long have you been trapped here?" Leon asked with a smile.

The man remained silent with a cold expression. He was clearly not surprised that Li Ang recognized their identities, and he clearly had no intention of answering Li Ang's questions. Li Ang didn't seem to mind. He pressed on, "Why, even if you don't plan to say anything else, you still have to introduce yourself, right? Knowing each other is the basis for further cooperation, right?"

"Amidel." The man opposite him paused for a moment, and Leon caught a slight change in his expression. "Belongs to the 13th Legion."

"Oh, the Thirteenth Legion..."

Li Ang dragged out his tone. Combining the changes in the other party's expression, Li Ang had some idea of ​​his true identity. "My name is Li Ang, an ordinary mechanical priest."

Amidel seemed to have sensed something from Leon's behavior. He cautiously revealed his identity but couldn't figure out how just these two sentences made the other party realize that something was wrong.

All he could do was to keep his face stern and shut his mouth, then waved to call over his two brothers and pretended to carry Li Ang away.

"Don't bother." Li Ang raised his hand to refuse them. "As long as you cut off the irregular part of my leg that has melted, I can regain basic walking ability."

There were no scribbles on the other party's naked body that Chaos believers loved so much. Combined with the other party's self-proclaimed title, Leon figured that the other party was either an old veteran who was unwilling to accept the split of the legion, or a renegade regiment that neither followed the Empire nor believed in Chaos.

While these two weren't as dangerous as Chaos Cultists, they were clearly not very friendly either. A Tech-Priest's value could certainly protect him from them, but protection alone wasn't enough; he had to be free from their control.

"We don't have much time for you to slowly repair it here alone." Amidel's expression remained stern. "This planet is full of dangerous things. Your crash attracted more than just us."

"?" Li Ang raised his head and asked in surprise, "There are still indigenous forces on this planet?"

"No, only wild beasts."

"Only wild beasts? If there were only wild beasts, why didn't you kill them all..."

"Roar--"

Before Leon could finish his words, a thunderous roar erupted from the jungle. The sound was clearly far away, but it was quite penetrating. Leon didn't even see any birds startled. On the contrary, many of them were frightened and fell to the ground.

Leon looked in the direction of the sound, but only saw an unarmored Astartes emerging from the bushes. He reported to Admir, "About five kilometers away, rapidly approaching us!"

Admir nodded slightly and ordered the two Astartes to lift Leon up. Leon, who could already vaguely feel the ground shaking, did not object. The group ran in an orderly manner, away from the creature.

"What the hell was that thing?" Leon, dragged along the ground by two Astartes until sparks and lightning flew everywhere, asked Armidel. "Not only was the sound so loud, but the ground could be felt shaking from five kilometers away. What kind of beast could be that big?"

"We'll soon cross an open area. You'll know when you look back!"

Facts proved that what Amidel said was true; the giant creature behind them was indeed pursuing them relentlessly. Shortly after Amidel and his twenty or so brothers met up in the open area, a monster covered in brown-yellow scales with gray-blue stripes, triangular ears, and a pair of fleshy forelimbs rushed out of the bushes.

Its overall appearance resembled an enlarged version of an ancient pterosaur, but its approximately fifteen-meter-long body confined it to crawling on the ground. Its gaping mouth and constantly dripping saliva undoubtedly revealed this monster's cruelty and bloodthirstiness.

The Astartes seemed familiar with the monster before them. Admir quickly began to issue orders: "Mark the power armor and hide it. We must travel light. My team will take the mechanical priest to the base. The others will split into two teams to cover us. After the cover is completed, they will evacuate in time. Each team will receive two bolt pistols. If anyone is caught up, use the bolt pistols to shoot at the vital points to delay them. Save your life first. There is no need to sacrifice your own life to save ammunition."

The Astartes who received the order quickly divided into two teams. Leon took the opportunity to hide the warp engine removed from the ship together with the power armor. During the hiding process, Leon noticed that they were carrying disassembled MK2 expedition power armor without power backpacks, but the markings on the shoulder armor were deliberately painted over, making it impossible to tell which legion they were from.

Furthermore, their weapons and ammunition were extremely scarce. The squad of seven or eight men only had two bolt pistols and only two magazines of ammunition. As for melee weapons, everyone had one, but looking at the chipped chainswords and dull power swords, Leon wondered if they could even reach even 30% of their power.

Obviously, these Astartes in front of them had already reached the end of their rope. Although they were still extraordinary warriors with bare hands, looking at the monsters in front of them that they had never seen in reality but were extremely familiar with, Leon sighed helplessly because he didn't think such Astartes could defeat the opponent.

"Boom Dragon?" He groaned, trying to piece together his once again shattered worldview after a century in the Warhammer world. "Why is there a Boom Dragon here?"

PS1: The style of the first Warband is Monster Hunter, but don't worry if you don't know Monster Hunter. I will incorporate Monster Hunter's stuff into Warhammer, and try to give these things a reasonable explanation in Warhammer later.

PS2: Regarding whether the larger the mass, the more stable the ship is when sailing in the warp, it is indeed true. The early settings clearly mentioned that the larger the warp engine (the larger the engine, the larger the ship must be), the more stable it is.

However, there are also opposite situations, such as making a subspace jump within the gravitational range of a star system before reaching the Mandeville point. At this time, the star's gravity field will be entangled with the massive ship, causing the subspace channel opened within the star's gravitational range to become chaotic. In this special case, a small ship has a little more advantage.

But this is a very old setting, I found it from GW's tofu block, it is not ruled out that it has been eaten by the book now

This paragraph is not important, just to answer your questions

Chapter 4 Monster Hunter Astartes

If this was a journey to the world of Monster Hunter, then it would be considered an escape from the cesspool. However, I had only heard that the Warp could travel through time, not the world.

Considering who exactly threw him from the subspace to this planet, Leon began to seriously consider the possibility that Old Man Huang had played Monster Hunter 30,000 years ago.

Leon was still in shock, but his shouting of the monster's name caught Ademir's attention. He asked Leon, "Boom Dragon? Is that its academic name? Are these kinds of monsters common out there?"

"No, I just know a thing or two." Leon denied. "How many times have you dealt with this monster? What is its attack method?"

"Fifteen times. Its attack methods are quite monotonous, either throwing rocks or roaring and crawling at high speed, but its destructive power is quite astonishing. Its defenses are also very strong. Bolt guns can penetrate it, but they can't cause enough damage, and instead will arouse its ferocity. Only shooting at vital points like the eyes can make it evade slightly."

Well, it’s really authentic.

"Haven't you tried weapons other than grenade guns? For example, plasma weapons?" Leon raised the ion gun in his hand.

"That requires talent."

Leon shrugged, signaled the two Astartes who were dragging him to slow down, and then began to charge the plasma pistol in his hand.

In the distance, the Dragon was engaged in a tug-of-war with two teams that had been dispersed to distract it. Taking advantage of the pause after the Dragon's tail spun, Leon released the trigger. The fully charged plasma gun erupted with azure flames, and a ball of high-temperature plasma, charged with electricity, slammed straight into the Dragon's back.

With just one shot, the Boom Dragon howled in pain. A noticeable large hole was burned where it was hit by the plasma weapon, as if a large piece of flesh and blood had been directly dug out, and blood was oozing out from under the charred scales.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the team engaged in a fierce battle with the Dragonite successfully withdrew. Admir and the two Space Marines carrying Leon stared at him in amazement, clearly not expecting a single plasma shot to yield such significant results.

But compared to the three people's surprise, Leon, who knew that the Honglong was weak to thunder, was not so satisfied. He put the plasma pistol in his hand and repeatedly examined it, muttering: "Strange, is the power of the plasma pistol produced by Riza really that weak...?"