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

Their range of activities has been shrinking due to the repeated raids by the greenskins, leaving them with almost no room to breathe.

Kurland knew clearly that the Imperial Fists were on the brink of destruction.

Their remaining manpower could not even organize an attack on the crashed cruiser, and even if they attacked, they did not know if there was anything in the ruins of the cruiser that could help them escape danger!

But he would not give up, and the sons of Dorne would not give up.

He still persisted on this planet, and now, the battle cries of the other survivors were the greatest testament to his perseverance. He no longer hid from the greenskins' eyes, but drew his power sword and fixed his gaze on the remaining Imperial Fists: "Sons of Dorne, we will never leave our brothers to fight alone!"

"Imperial Fist!"

He gave what was probably his last order, "Forward!"

The tenacious sons of Dorne roared. Although they were all covered in wounds, they still held their grenade launchers like magma erupting from a volcano after a moment of silence, pouring their ammunition at the greenskins with full anger.

The greenskins who were swarming towards the ruins of the strike cruiser were caught off guard by the attack from behind. Just as they tried to turn around, they were knocked to the ground by the flying bullets and then ruthlessly trampled by the Astartes with their boots.

The echoing sound of the bombs naturally attracted the attention of Leon and others.

He could tell from the sound that this was the MK4 Extreme Bolt Rifle widely used by Space Marines today, and he instantly realized that the sound was made by the Astartes survivors on this planet.

Li Ang turned his gaze in the direction of the sound and vaguely saw a group of yellow-armored warriors appear on the top of a distant mountain. Judging from their movements, they were clearly making a fearless charge towards the ruins of the cruiser.

Wait, Huang Jia?

Li Ang suddenly sensed something was wrong.

He glanced at the group of yellow-armored figures, then at Armidale, who was standing next to him and whose armor he had painted yellow. The similarity in color made him think of a strange possibility.

He gasped.

Oh no, is he going to act like a big shot and end up hurting the person who caused the incident?

But that's not necessarily the case. After all, many of the Imperial Fists' offshoots during the Second Founding also wore yellow power armor, but their fists were a different color...

Li Ang's mind raced, but letting the group of soldiers charging here be swallowed by the green tide was obviously not a solution.

Unlike Leon, who had thousands of years of elite veterans armed with special weapons, the Astartes remnants consisting of dozens of people were already on the verge of collapse under the impact of the greenskins, and their life and death depended only on Leon's decision.

"Amidel!" Leon, who had made the decision, shouted, "Save them!"

Armidale understood the situation. The ten-man squad originally defending the cruiser ruins shifted into a wedge formation, with several Space Marines armed with heavy melee weapons leading the way, while bolters provided support from the rear. This strategic combination made dealing with the Orks as easy as cutting melons and vegetables, and they quickly closed in on the exhausted group of yellow-armored Astartes.

The closer distance allowed Leon and the others to clearly see the paint on their armor. The clear Imperial Fist logo on the shoulder armor made Leon sigh.

Things are getting a little troublesome.

But it's not impossible.

In any case, rescuing this team of Imperial Fists was the most urgent task. Leon could only approach them while considering what nonsense to say next.

However, Leon was not the only one who was thinking. Opposite Leon, the team of Imperial Fists were also looking at them with doubts.

Kurland swore he had never seen these warriors in Imperial Fists power armor before.

Although other chapters may have situations where the companies that have been on expeditions for years do not recognize the newcomers after their chapters are replenished, this does not include the Imperial Fists who are stationed over Terra all year round.

Moreover, all of their opponents were wearing MK2 Expeditionary Power Armour... leaving aside the strange-looking, non-standard weapons in their hands, this type of Power Armour was now only a symbol of honour worn by the Imperial Fists' honored veterans stationed on the walls of the Imperial Palace.

How did the other party manage to get one for each person?

And there was the mechanical priest holding the Imperial Fists company flag... Although the main body of the company flag was indeed embroidered with the Imperial Fists' emblem, Kurland could not find any symbol on it that represented the other party's company.

This strange situation made the excited Kurland feel worried. He slowed down his pace, wanting to observe these strange warriors for a while longer. But his brother's urgent call brought him back to reality.

"Captain Kurland, beware of the greenskins!"

Just as Kurland was concentrating on observing the "Fists of the Empire" opposite, a greenskin who was obviously two times bigger than the other orcs rushed towards them violently.

Unlike other guys who simply wield machetes or iron bars, this orc has learned to arm himself with a set of tattered armor.

He raised a power hammer he had snatched from somewhere and in the blink of an eye, he hammered down two Imperial Fists who tried to stop him. His target, charging from the flank, was none other than the commander, Kurland!

Kurland was distracted and couldn't dodge in time. The orcs, relying on their size advantage, knocked him to the ground. Facing the fallen Kurland, the orc holding the hammer raised his hammer high with a fierce grin.

"Waaaagh! The boss of the canned shrimp! As long as I can peel off your skin, I can become the boss of all the guys here!"

Without time to regret his earlier distraction, Kurland, barely holding his sword to block, was already prepared to be seriously injured by the blow. He even began to think about who would take over the command if he was seriously injured.

But to his surprise, a shield that looked like an axe blade suddenly appeared in front of him, helping him to block this powerful blow!

Kurland was startled. He looked up and saw that the Imperial Fists, armed with special weapons, had arrived. The Astartes who had helped him block the greenskin's hammering thrust forward with his shield, directly knocking the greenskin off balance.

The greenskin roared and slashed at his shield with his backhand. But the shield of the warrior named Veneto was like a flat and hard steel plate without any undulations, blocking all the greenskin's attacks.

The shield was glowing with a faint red light at this moment, and Veneto did not hesitate. He merged the sword in his other hand into the shield, turning the sword and shield into an axe, and then chopped down a fierce axe blow at the greenskin with unstoppable force!

"Shield Axe, release!"

Amid Veneto's angry roar, the unstoppable axe blade slashed from top to bottom, cutting the greenskin who was about to advance to the orc boss in half vertically!

The greenskin's blood spilled on Kurland who was still lying on the ground, but Kurland had no time to care. He stared at the "Fist of the Empire" in front of him, his heart full of shock.

Such pure power...!

Kurland even felt that he saw in the other party the style of Sigismund, the legendary warrior and first warrior of the Imperial Fist who was braver than all the armies.

But even such a powerful warrior was mercilessly scolded by another warrior who hurried over from behind and wielded a one-handed sword and a one-handed shield:

"Can't you just chop him down directly? Why do you have to use a shield and axe?"

"Report to Instructor Arlo, and don't dare to do it again next time!"

Kurland had mixed feelings. He was shocked by the other party's strength, which was like a chapter champion. He also wanted to thank this unknown Imperial Fist brother for saving his life. At the same time, he wanted to find out who they were.

Kurland was thinking so much that he forgot to stand up from the ground for a moment.

It was not until Li Ang helped him that he got up from the ground covered in dust.

"I'm Captain Kurland of the Imperial Fists' Second Company. Thank you for your help." Kurland thanked him awkwardly, his eyes fixed on Leon, who was holding the company flag. "But why would the Imperial Fists' company flag be in front of a Mechanic Priest like you..."

Before Kurland could finish his question, Leon stepped forward and took the initiative. He stared at Kurland closely, his eyes revealing both regret and a hint of hope.

"Tell me, brother of the Imperial Fists." Kurland heard Leon ask him word by word, "How is the battle on Terra?"

Chapter 47: Walking with the Legend

"Terra...?" Kurland was a little confused.

Tyra? What Tyra? Which Tyra?

The Astartes' transformation surgery gave the Space Marines a more agile mind than mortals, but even with that transformed brain, Kurland could not fully understand what the other party meant.

How was the battle on Terra? How could it be that within just three days of their attack by the green-skinned orcs, those orcs had already arrived on Terra?

Kurland was still chewing on Leon's words, but Leon didn't give him room to think. Seeing that Kurland couldn't answer for a while, Leon frowned and asked:

"Which Terra could it be? Of course, it's the Terra besieged by the traitor Horus! Don't you know what's happening on Terra?"

Kurland was stunned.

These words resonated like a thunderbolt in his heart. But it wasn't just him; even in the midst of the fierce battle, all the surviving Imperial Fists around him turned their gazes over.

They looked at Leon in disbelief, their shock making them ignore the equally shocked expressions on Amidel and the others' faces.

“You…” Kurland opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly realized that his words were disrespectful: “You are…?”

"I am Leon, the biological sage of Huangquan No. 8."

Leon pulled out his official Mechanicus-certified Sage Badge. A simple scan of this badge on the Mechanicus's equipment would reveal the date Leon truly became a Sage, but there was clearly no time for Kurland to confirm.

"Our company, under the orders of Lord Evander, has broken free from the Sons of Horus' siege and brought intelligence on Cthonia to Lord Rogal Dorn. This intelligence must be delivered personally to Lord Dorn."

"So tell me, what's going on with Terra? Are you still able to get in touch with Lord Dorn?"

Both of Kurland's hearts began to beat violently. Even though he was a Space Marine, he found it a little difficult to breathe at this moment.

As the Second Captain of the Imperial Fists, Kurland naturally had the right to know some secrets that ordinary soldiers were unaware of.

All Imperial Fists warriors knew of the great service of their Primarch Rogal Dorn during the Siege of Terra, but few knew that the Imperial Fists' mission during the Siege of Terra was not solely defensive.

In fact, Roan had sent an Imperial Fist force of about 30,000 to expedition to Cthonia before the rebels arrived in the solar system.

Led by Castellan Evander Garius, the Imperial Fists aimed to destroy Cthonia, the homeworld of the Sons of Horus, and sever its ties to the Heresy.

However, in the end, Cthonia was destroyed, and most of these 30,000 Imperial Fists disappeared.

But what does Kurland see now?

A company claiming to be from the Imperial Fists during the Siege of Terra appeared before his eyes, and they were obviously the warriors who had emerged from the battle of Cthulhu!

This was clearly the reason why the other party wore MK2 Expeditionary Power Armor and held a company flag he couldn't identify. Because they weren't the Imperial Fists of this era at all. To the Imperial Fists of today, they were living legends!

When the Imperial Fists are on the brink of annihilation, a group of legendary warriors from the Heresy travel back in time to save them from destruction...

And he had previously doubted the identity of these warriors and the legend of these Imperial Fists?

The guilty Kurland had no intention of appreciating the grandeur of this legend. His heart was almost crushed by the self-guilt caused by his previous doubts.

Leon, noticing something was amiss with Kurland, winked at Armidale, signaling him to go forward and comfort Kurlande. Armidale, his mouth twitching, could only put on his helmet and questioned in the private communication channel:

"This wasn't in our previous plan!"

"Plans can't keep up with changes." Leon used binary code to display the text in Amidel's helmet and said soothingly, "Since it has come to this, we have to do the whole show."

"I don't know what to do?!"

"It's okay, just do as I say."

Armidale suppressed his almost broken expression under his helmet. He walked up to Kurland and stretched out his hand to him.

"Keep fighting, brother. No matter what the situation is on Terra, at least we have to escape from the clutches of these aliens first."

Kurland looked at Armidel. The other party's heavily modified power armor with fangs was the most suspicious thing in his mind before, but now this "heresy" outfit has become a proof of the glory of this warrior in his eyes.

Facing the legendary warrior's friendly invitation, Kurland realized that he should continue fighting at this moment, and swept away his previous decline. He raised his power sword high and shouted loudly:

"Sons of Dorne, keep fighting! The Imperial Fists will never be defeated by these green-skinned xenos!"

"Because at this moment, we stand shoulder to shoulder with legends!"

His words gave all the surviving Imperial Fists the answer they wanted. They were so excited that even the warriors who had been knocked down and seriously injured by the greenskin boss struggled to get up and attacked the greenskins with all their might. The high morale even suppressed the Waaagh orcs for a time.

Seeing the time was right, Li Ang raised his hand and fired a signal flare. The Hunter, upon hearing the signal, slowly descended and came to pick up Li Ang and his group.

However, the design of the spacecraft made it impossible for it to hover in the atmosphere, so just as Leon had arranged before, several Felyne cats led by Tom jumped out of the cabin nimbly.

They carried the box, held up their psychic shields, and landed precisely next to Leon with the help of parachutes.

The battle with non-human creatures made the Imperial Fists warriors somewhat sensitive to Felynx, but fortunately Leon calmed them down in time.

"This is a native creature we modified on Cthonia. Cthonia is short of people, so these modified creatures are responsible for our logistics work. Their status is equivalent to the void navigation dogs of the Navigator family."

Leon pried open the box that Fey had brought. Inside was a personal jetpack that he had modified using the materials from the dismantled plasma engine. "Now put on these jetpacks and let's fly to the ship!"

Armidale and Kurland led the troops to a more compact formation, and everyone took turns donning their jetpacks, quickly completing the outfit. The Felyne cats took the opportunity to deploy large explosive barrels within the defensive circle.

The moment the Space Marines took to the air, they detonated the explosive barrels. The blast pushed back the incoming Orks, and the rising smoke obscured their vision, allowing the Space Marines and the Felynx to escape.

The rescue was successfully completed, and the Hunter, having received its crew, no longer delayed. The Sky Comet Dragon's engines suddenly accelerated, and soon the ship was sent into low-Earth orbit outside the exosphere, leaving the greenskins, who had not yet developed the ability to navigate space, to look at the ship with regret.

But the Greenskins' war would never stop. Not yet satisfied with their deaths, they set their sights on each other with red eyes. With a shout from an unknown Greenskin, the hunt for the Space Marines suddenly turned into a civil war among the Greenskins.

But all this has nothing to do with Leon and the others who left here.

At least... not for now.

PS1: Not a Legend

PS2: The editor informed me to prepare for the release this Friday, which is tomorrow 4

To be honest, I don't have much energy to update more. I will probably just keep updating normally after it goes on the shelves.

But before putting it on the shelves, I will see if I have time to write another chapter, and try to give everyone a free chapter 14 tonight.

Chapter 48: Earning Trust

Kurland still felt a little unreal.

Ten minutes ago they were in a desperate situation, but now they were safely on the boat... although there was something a little wrong with this boat.

Putting aside the wings and dragon head you see when it flies up, what exactly is the engine inside?

The Imperial Fists veterans who flew aboard with them were each carrying a few greenskins. They didn't care if the greenskins inside were still alive, simply shoving them into the gaping maw of the ship. Some greenskins who were still breathing tried to crawl out, but were hammered back in by the supervising Fey cats.