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

Even Omikron felt the pain of the price. He set sail from Leon's place, returning to Huangquan No. 8 with the Soul Stone and his experiences there. He made up his mind to capture some Eldar himself and not let Leon take advantage of him.

But Li Ang felt that he had lost out.

Soul stones are non-renewable resources after all. Once one is given away, one less is left.

Vashtor seems to have the technology to produce counterfeit soul stones. Maybe we can consider starting with him later?

But there has been no news of this demon demigod for a long time, and Leon cannot hope that a demon can help him turn non-renewable resources into renewable ones.

He also needs to open source in other areas.

It's time for the Rogue Trader to make his mark.

Holo had been anchored in orbit for a long time. Although most of the merchant fleet was still carrying supplies that Leon needed and could not leave, the one or two freed ships were enough for Holo to help him trade.

"Trading criminals from other planets? But even cheap people are still a resource. Lord Leon, what do you plan to use in exchange?"

Leon pondered for a moment: "How about using a Gauss rifle and power armor?"

Holo leaned against Leon's desk, her amber eyes narrowed slightly.

"Lord Leon, Gauss rifles and power armor are indeed good things, but their appetites are too big, and normal buyers can't eat them all."

"What do you mean?"

"These devices require too much energy. An ordinary planetary governor can't afford to support such a force, let alone purchase them on a large scale."

She tilted her head, "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you're willing to sell them your energy battery production line as well. In that case, we might be able to make a big deal."

The high-energy battery from Neon Genesis Evangelion is now just a minor part of Leon's many products, but the act of directly providing a production line to a world that is not under his control is really questionable.

Li Ang didn't want to share this technology with others: "Is there no market for it at all?"

"How could that be? I'm a most outstanding businessman. As long as I find the right buyer, such as a noble caught in the midst of war, or a planetary governor in urgent need of elite bodyguards..."

"They'd be willing to spend a lot of money on this equipment, right?"

Li Ang continued her words.

"That's right, but this kind of business can't last long."

She straightened up, her tone slightly more serious.

"The war will subside and demand will be saturated. And it takes time to find the right buyers."

"I know, but let's solve the immediate problem first."

"That's settled then. We'll set off as soon as possible to find a suitable client for you."

Holo turned and walked towards the hatch, but suddenly stopped and added, "However, Lord Leon, if you want to do this business long-term, perhaps you should prepare more... products that are easier to cheat people out of."

Her tail flicked playfully before she disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.

Li Ang pondered.

Holo was right, he did need more "goods" that could be quickly converted into cash.

Warhammer lacks a cold fusion reactor, which means the CMC power armor and its accompanying Gauss rifle are extremely dependent on logistics. While it's fine for his own men to use, selling it to the public would be difficult due to various drawbacks.

It’s not impossible to make an ordinary laser gun, as it is in great demand, but it’s difficult to grab market share from others if it doesn’t have any special features.

Sure enough, we still need to come up with something more distinctive and more conventional, such as a safer ion weapon?

Leon opened the database, and what was displayed on it was the design drawings of the Gardenal plasma rifle.

It is the original manuscript of the weapon in Renault's hand, and it is also one of the gains when exploring the underground industrial cluster.

This blueprint is of great value, but it is still a bit weaker than those astonishing things in the central control tower. In fact, the priests who explored did not remember to report the blueprint of this weapon until they were summarizing their gains.

"There's definitely a market for this weapon, but simply copying it won't work. We need to build on it and create a universal design with standardized parts. This way, while simplifying production, we can also use simplified logistics as a selling point and sell those less distinctive weapons together."

While priests weren't good at innovation, they could still bring forth something new if they had a solid foundation. Leon called in Urquidex and asked him to lead a team to research the standardization of parts.

"It's not difficult to make about 40% of the parts common, but it becomes more difficult to make more than that."

Urkidex expressed his embarrassment: "Thermolysis uses a subatomic thermal reaction of chemical fuels, plasma uses micro-nuclear fusion and magnetic acceleration coils, and the laser gun only needs a generator set..."

"Perhaps you could refer to this plasma weapon blueprint more, especially its non-nuclear fusion plasma core."

As soon as Gardenar's plasma weapon was displayed, it captivated Urkidex. He marveled at how the weapon had been practically implemented using only conventional generators, but he also realized that it was far less powerful than the Empire's standard weapons.

To this, Leon replied: "As long as he is deadly enough to mortals."

Plasma weapons are still plasma no matter how good they are. Moreover, the weapons used by the Space Marines in the Empire are two different models from those used by mortals even if their principles are similar.

In this case, it would be better to widen the gap between the upper and lower limits so that plasma weapons can be deployed at a lower cost and on a wider scale.

"Then I can at least increase the component commonality between plasma weapons and laser weapons to over 60%."

Urquidex is confident.

This means that 60% of the production lines for plasma and laser weapons can be merged, and the high output of the originally mediocre laser weapons can be partially converted to scarce plasma weapons.

Li Ang believed that this unique feature was enough to win him the market. However, Urquidex also suggested that Li Ang give him at least six months to ponder and experiment.

Considering that he also has to take care of production management, this time may be further extended.

Ultimately, we're still short on both manpower and time, and the construction of the Forge World also requires the large-scale procurement of raw materials...

Before mass production of weapons is achieved, Li Ang has to find other ways to make money.

As someone who has worked his way up from being a biological sage, the first thing that came to Li Ang's mind was his old profession.

Maybe he could make money by offering bio-modification surgeries like he did before?

It just so happens that Gardenar's technology is the relevant channel.

Nearly complete genetic selection templates and bio-enhancement technology. Leon even discovered in these materials that these people had genetic enhancement templates specifically for psychics, used to ensure that psychics could be born continuously through artificial creation, and each generation would be stronger than the previous one.

This method is much better than the navigator who only knows inbreeding.

In other words, one has gone so far on the road to self-destruction.

Psykers are certainly necessary, but mass production and the warp along with the valves also artificially expand the valve's throughput?

"Luckily, they were wiped out early. Otherwise, there would be many more Thousand Sons Legions in the galaxy... No, it could be worse than that."

At least these Gardenars wouldn't be subject to gene-seed and then turned to sand by their own hands.

They were like opening a highway to the subspace. Leon could imagine the scene:

The entire Gardenar Empire was swallowed by the Warp, and countless psykers fell under the temptation of Chaos, turning the entire galaxy into a demonic paradise. Or worse, this technology spread to the entire human empire, making the path to following the Four Gods even wider.

Either way, it would be worse than being annihilated by the Iron Hands. No wonder Trazyn only used this kind of technology as bait; he must have seen the hidden danger long ago.

But Li Ang is not an ordinary person. He does not simply adopt technology, but is able to transform and apply it.

Facing the technology at hand that was purely formed by science and technology, he felt for the first time in a long time that new technology was beckoning to him.

He was in high spirits and wrote down the outline of a money-making plan.

"Sparta Reconstruction Plan."

-

Isram rushed to Rani Mayesh Ark.

This is a small ark, only about one-third of its 1000km long counterpart.

When Isram returned to the Prophetic Council within the Ark, without waiting for his notice, he discovered that all the important figures who could decide the fate of the entire Ark were now standing in the Prophetic Council. They surrounded the psychic crystal in the center of the hall, their brows furrowed.

There was no welcome, no small talk. An indescribable weight spread between them along with the silence.

"Iseram."

The voice of the Chief Prophet came, "How are the warriors we sent out?"

Isram was stunned. He had thought the prophets had gathered here for other important matters, but he hadn't expected the conversation to turn directly to the pursuit.

"Things...are not going well. We encountered a group of humans on a virgin world who are abnormally powerful. We've already suffered some losses, so I returned to request reinforcements."

The prophets exchanged a look that unnerved Eslam.

It wasn't doubt, but a kind of disappointment that had been foreseen.

"Just 'not going well'? Isram, are you sure that's all?"

Isram was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

There was no answer. The Chief Prophet simply raised his hand, and a ripple of psychic energy spread through the air. Isram felt his consciousness being pulled, and the scene before him distorted, dissolved, and finally transformed into a hazy sea of ​​psychic energy.

In this chaotic void, broken images emerge like bubbles:

Keldos, forever stuck in that moment, the looted Soul Stone, and the wailing of his companions' souls, which had already begun to be traded as commodities to unknown star regions...

Eslam violently broke free from the prophecy and stumbled back a few steps. Cold sweat soaked his chin, and his breathing became rapid and chaotic.

"That's impossible! That's eight hundred warriors! How could Keldos possibly…"

The Chief Prophet sighed: "Islam, you are also a prophet. You should understand that in the eyes of fate, destruction only takes a moment."

The parliament fell into silence.

Isram finally understood why the prophets were so solemn.

The number of eight hundred was too heavy for their small ark.

Those warriors were not ordinary fighters, but the backbone of the Ark, elites trained over centuries.

Few within the Ark were qualified to pursue the path of the warrior, and the vast majority of the Eldar could only take the non-combat path. Now, these warriors were falling like harvested wheat, and the prophets, including Isram, still didn't know how they disappeared.

"We can't be completely ignorant."

The chief prophet stood up and called out the names:

"Ithram, you will lead the prophecy. Your eyes have seen those humans, and your spirit can show us the way."

There was no room for refusal. Isram took a deep breath and walked towards the prophecy crystal in the center of the parliament.

Other prophets surrounded him, their psychic energies interwoven like threads, together forming the Mirror of Prophecy.

"Show the fate of Aetheran."

Isram whispered.

He sank his consciousness into the torrent of the Warp. The psychic powers of the prophets empowered him, allowing his vision to continuously extend, crossing the boundaries between reality and illusion, and peering into the future of the virgin world.

At first it was a fog.

Then, the fog lifted, revealing not a virgin, emerald green world, but a planet covered in steel.

Its surface lacked the clutter of a hive city or the filth of a forge world, only neatly arranged factories, operating like precision gears. Energy pipelines snaked across the surface, pulsing like blood vessels, connecting the entire planet into a living, mechanical behemoth.

Isram's breathing almost stopped.

This was not any human world known to the Eldar. It was too... perfect, too perfect to be a product of human construction.

His gaze wandered upstream on the timeline, trying to see who had created all this, but he only saw nothingness.

There should have been a figure of a creator and the trajectory of a decision maker there, but a strange "blind spot" appeared in the prophecy.

There was nothing there, but Isram could feel the changes brought about by that non-existent thing: factories sprang up, technology advanced by leaps and bounds, and ultimately the "transformation" of the entire planet.

This transformation even brought turmoil to an Eldar Ark, and he could see another Ark being burned and destroyed by these human creations. He couldn't see which Ark it was, but he instinctively felt that it was their Rani Mayesh.

What's even more terrifying is that when Isram looks into the more distant future, he sees only nothingness.

It wasn't the corruption of Chaos, nor the fall of the Eldar, but a cold, complete end. It was as if the High Heavens itself had been "shut down" by some force, and all stories came to an abrupt end in an instant.

"This is impossible……"

Isram's consciousness shook violently, almost breaking free from the prophecy.

The voice of the Chief Prophet came from a distant place: "What do you see?"

"The end."

Isram's voice trembled. "I lifted the veil from the future, and saw only annihilation."

The Prophets' psychic connection began to falter, and Isram made a final effort to uncover the truth behind the "blind spot," only to be jolted back to reality.

He fell to the ground, blood oozing from all his orifices. The faces of the other prophets were equally pale.

After a long time, a prophet hesitantly put forward his guess.