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

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Isram, standing by, gave a 'I told you so' look, "These humans are different."

Caledon snorted coldly, not agreeing with this statement.

"It's just that the flaming stick was shot a little too quickly! The World Soul will accept the souls of the victims. These dead will not leave us. Their deaths will eventually pave the way for our victory!"

PS1: What is the blocked word for "three fingers"?

PS2: I just realized that I forgot to release the free chapter this month. The paid chapters cannot be changed, so they can only be released tomorrow.

I calculated that there are only eight chapters left to add to the story so far, and releasing them for free tomorrow will just make up for all the extra chapters added so far.

Chapter 262: We are the Iron Pilots, the battle situation is in our favor!

Caledon was just being stubborn. In fact, he had already realized that what Isram said was true.

He could see that although the dragon knights' charge had not been stopped, its momentum had been weakened. Moreover, as the distance closed, not only the artillery, but also the laser guns and heavy woodcutters on the human defense line opened fire.

Faced with a rain of bullets that was much denser than artillery fire, it was impossible for the dragon knights and the dragons under them to avoid all vital points.

From time to time, Eldar and Deinonychus were hit outside the scales. They fell down wailing in pain and were then torn apart by more firepower.

At this rate, although they could rush to the front of the defense line, they would definitely not be able to break through the first line of defense.

Caledon originally planned to tear through the human defense line in the first round of attack. He took the remaining dragon knights as the real main force, and went straight into the broken defense line, breaking through the human defense in one go.

It now appears that this tactic no longer works.

But as the leader of the tribe, Caledon must not show weakness - especially in front of the Ark Eldar.

In his view, the sacrifices of his compatriots were indeed not in vain.

There was no need for the precious giant dinosaurs. If possible, Caledon didn't want to let the precious force of only three heads suffer any damage.

His backup are the pterosaur knights.

"Watch this, Isram. This is the true art of war!"

He raised his spear, signaling the attack.

In the sky, three hundred pterosaur knights, previously hidden in the clouds, swooped down from the sea of ​​clouds, their target aimed directly at one of the penetration shockwave cannon's firing positions.

The advantage of a long range is that the artillery does not need to be deployed close to the front line, which is safer and easier to adjust when encountering danger.

However, this adjustment range does not include threats from the sky.

The Eldar found the artillery positions of the piercing cannons from the previous bombardment, and taking advantage of the fact that the Pterosaur Knights' range of movement was longer than the artillery range, these Pterosaur Knights launched an attack on the artillery positions.

The Hydras guarding the artillery positions roared and opened fire, but the pterosaur knights were dispersed in a dazzling formation, with each pterosaur maintaining precise spacing between them, making it difficult for anti-aircraft fire to effectively cover.

They avoided the strafing and began to pull up before reaching a dangerous height, but at the same time dropped psychic bombs one after another.

The artillery positions fell into chaos under the baptism of psychic bombs, and the psychic energy and explosions devoured many fixed artillery positions.

The Leman Russ tanks equipped with blast-piercing cannons and a few siege tanks quickly retracted their turrets and retreated without suffering too much damage.

But the intensity of the bombardment had weakened, and the pterosaur knights who had climbed away also returned to resupply their bombs, apparently intending to repeat the same trick.

Caledon realized he could launch a second attack, continuing his attempt to break through the human defenses.

This time, he decided to lead the team himself.

The weakened firepower of the humans allowed him to deploy more dragon knights on the battlefield without worrying about suffering unnecessary casualties due to being too densely packed and having no room to dodge.

He turned over and mounted his own Direfang Dragon, which was clad in Wraithbone Armor, and announced to the three thousand dragon riders he had summoned:

"Warriors! The monkeys' fangs have been removed. Now it's time to crush them!"

Then he glanced down at Isram:

"As for you, my fellow Ark members. If you're so timid about the monkeys, just follow behind and finish them off."

Amidst the deafening battle cry, Caledon led the charge towards the human defense line. He joined the first wave of charging dragon knights and was the first to step into the human defense line.

His best friend led him to avoid the minefields laid by those insidious monkeys. Caledon's power spear pierced the chests of several ordinary undead soldiers with a thunderous stab. His friend also used his claws to tear through the sandbags in the trench and bit a human in half.

The morale of the dragon knights accompanying him was greatly boosted, and they followed their leader to tear a gap in the human defense line.

That's right, that's it!

These humans were ultimately mere monkeys, and even the most astonishing technology at their disposal couldn't change their fragile nature. As long as they kept pushing forward, they could completely drive these desecrators from their world!

"Drive them all out!"

He shouted, "Leave no one behind!"

However, just as he was about to expand his victory, the CMC team, which was the main force supporting the defense line, blocked his way.

Renault was arranging tactics with his men to deal with these dragon knights, but the burly man next to him couldn't wait to rush forward.

"Jimmy, let me meet this pointy-eared bastard!"

Caledon didn't care about these monkeys. In his opinion, it would make no difference even if they were covered with a layer of steel shell.

He thrust his spear forward, determined to take the opponent down with a single blow. But Tychus, with astonishing reflexes, dodged sideways, simultaneously grasping the spear's shaft with his hand. Amidst the humming of the servo motor, the power spear was clamped down, unable to advance even a fraction.

"This is impossible!"

Caledon was shocked.

Even if he didn't use his full strength, how could a mortal possibly take his attack with his bare hands?

Tychus was excited. "Jimmy, this power armor is awesome! I wish I could live in it forever!"

Renault did not respond to his crazy words, but calmly raised his Gauss rifle and aimed it at Caledon's mount.

In the flickering firelight, a series of steel nails hit the head of the Deinonychus. The giant beast roared in pain and twisted its body wildly, almost throwing Caledon off its back.

As a last resort, Caledon had to give up his spear and urge the injured Deinonychus to leap back.

Although Raynor couldn't catch up, their Gauss rifles never stopped firing, and the hail of bullets alone was enough to keep Caledon from escaping. Fortunately, a team of dragon knights arrived in time to help their leader escape.

He was safe and sound, but what about his dragon riders? Caledon looked up and found that the performance of the other dragon riders was not much better than his own.

But for the knights for whom speed is life, they have lost their most proud impact.

In front of these mortals in power armor, their offensive has been slowed down!

The leader was shocked, and his heart was filled with unprecedented shock.

What Isram said went from true to false.

These monkeys are even more troublesome than he said!

Six thousand dragon knights and sixty thousand Eldar warriors were still on standby, but the situation on the front lines was already grim. The humans in power armor were like steel reefs, stubbornly resisting the dragon knights' charge.

Even if all the remaining troops were pushed forward, without breaking through the defense line, this battle would only become a meat grinder between the two sides.

How could the elves have the capital to exchange children with humans?

This is totally different from what Caledon had originally envisioned!

"This can't go on like this..."

He whispered through gritted teeth.

The Eldar cannot withstand a war of attrition, especially against these well-equipped and well-resourced humans.

Even more terrifying was the Pterosaur Knights returning from the bombing raids who reported to him that new troops were gathering in the distance. The humans, having already figured out the direction of their main attack, were mobilizing their reserves to prepare to surround them.

The thought of retreat flashed through Caledon's mind, but he forced it down.

This is Etherland, their home. If they retreat today, tomorrow these humans will build an iron fortress right at the gate of their tribe.

Thinking of the demolished forests and mined mineral veins, Caledon's almost frozen blood began to boil again.

"Iseram!"

He lowered his posture and pleaded with the prophet he had humiliated earlier, his voice filled with unprecedented urgency: "I need your warriors, now!"

Isram did not ridicule him. He knew that his initial performance against these humans was not much better than that of this stubborn tribal leader.

The tribal warriors emerged from behind the dragon knights. In this tense battlefield, they were experts in hand-to-hand combat.

Amidst the shrieks of the Howling Banshees, the Assault Scorpions joined the battlefield, brandishing their pincers and chain swords. Relying on their shuriken's armor-piercing power and agility, they began to help the Dragon Knights hunt down the elite troops wearing CMC power armor.

A little further away, Isram himself also commanded the Netherworld constructs to join the battlefield.

The Nether Cannon in the hands of the Nether Construct is a rare and precious weapon among the Eldar. Unlike the Assault Scorpions, they have to first use the Star Dart Gun to destroy the power armor and then use the Chain Sword to pierce the torn hole.

Nether Cannons are like offensive Void Shields, they can transport the locations they fire at directly into the Warp.

Without a shield, no one can defeat the Nether Cannon!

The battle line that had been held tightly began to loosen again, but this was not enough in Isram's view.

The human firepower still pinned the Savage Eldar to their position. He had to clear more space for the dragon riders to charge again. Otherwise, the situation would never escape being a meat grinder.

He must give his all to suppress the possibility of their Ark failing!

"Send out the Nether Knights!"

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Under Isram's command, the only one hundred Phantom Knights on their Ark joined the battlefield.

These knights possessed incredible agility. Their scatter shields were strong enough to withstand the steel spikes and lasers of Gauss rifles, and even ions could not penetrate their defenses.

Mercado attempted a barrage of fire from his reorganized siege tanks, but the fire was too slow for the Ghost Knights, who easily dodged it and charged into the ranks, firing their solar cannons (the Eldar's high-powered laser cannons) horizontally and began to slaughter.

The undead army was gradually unable to resist, but their goal had been achieved, and the Eldar had already sent out their elite troops first.

Do these arrogant Eldar think that humans don't have units that can match theirs?

"Lord Armidale, it's your turn."

The hunt for the aliens has begun.

First, the explosives knocked down the Eldar warriors who were intoxicated with slaughter, followed by a short melee assault.

The psychic screams of the Howling Banshees proved ineffective against these battle-hardened hunters. With a single swing of his sword, Armidel severed one of them in half. The Assault Scorpions attempted a counterattack, but were pinned down by the warriors wielding shields, axes, and spears, finding no opportunity to break through their defenses.

The arrival of the Astartes was entirely within Islam's grasp. Knowing these Astartes were far more powerful than the Eldar, he calmly used his psychic powers to direct the Nether Constructs, allowing them to focus their firepower on the Space Marines. Some Nether Knights also turned their attention, turning their attention to these greater threats.

The ground began to tremble, but not because of the Nether Knight's charge.

Isram accurately captured the vibration coming from behind the human line. In his confused and shocked eyes, the Tiantu-class Titan walked out of the line.

The undead army cheered when they recognized these giants.

"It's the Pilot! The tide of battle is turning in our favor!"

Isram had never seen this type of human war machine before, and he was simply confused.

"what is that?"

Those human mechas were about the same size as the Nether Knights, but they looked neither like the traditional knights of the Empire nor like the Titans of the Forge World. They were more humanoid and less massive, like an enlarged version of power armor.

This thing was like a siege tank to the Eldar. It was like something that had sprung out of nowhere, something completely new to the Eldar. Just the sight of it was enough to give them a big "wow."

What is there for them to do? Are these humans, who are said to be just like them, with equipment becoming increasingly outdated since the dark technological age, and whose technology relies entirely on archaeology?

Could it be that they have been out of touch with the universe for too long, so long that even when humans began to progress again, they were completely unaware?

Should they really be swept into the dustbin of history?

There was no time for further thought. Isram forced himself to calm down.

Regardless of where those mechs came from, Imperial armored units were always stronger the larger they got, and with the exception of the Emperor-class Titans, humans had never been able to defeat Eldar armor in a fight of equal magnitude.

These are iron laws that have been repeatedly verified in the thousands of years of confrontation since the Great Crusade.

Isram had to imagine the same was true for the Diablo-class Titans these days.

The size of these armors is similar to that of the Empire's patrol-class knights, and they are definitely no match for the Nether Knights.

He waved his staff, commanding the Dark Knights to turn towards these emerging threats.

"For the Ark! Crush them!"

The Nether Knights at the forefront of the battle line sheathed their solar cannons. Facing the Tiantu-class Titans that had already advanced to the front of the formation, they drew their Ghost Swords and chose to engage these typically cumbersome human vehicles in close combat.

The living controlled the knight, while the dead used their psychic energy to ignite the blade of the ghost sword.

Each Ghost Knight is a brave fighter in one. How can humans' armor that only has primitive machine spirits withstand the combined attack skills emitted by their hearts?