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

"Retreat! Take the wounded and retreat back to the tribe!"

The remnants of the Savage Eldar began to retreat hastily, leaving behind countless broken spirit bone armors and the corpses of Deinonychus on the battlefield.

The good news is that the Caledonians don't need to collect soulstones like the Ark Eldar do. The World Soul of Aetheran actively accepts the souls of the dead. As long as the World Soul remains, they have the capital to continue their struggle in this land.

At least for now, that's what they think.

The Eldar were still much faster than the humans. After they left the battlefield, Mercado did not order a pursuit.

Colonel William, who was now in charge of logistics, was curious: "Shouldn't we just attack them in one fell swoop and defeat them?"

"No, Sage Leon told me. He allowed the Eldar to retreat after defeating them. He naturally had a backup plan to deal with them."

Mercado didn't quite understand Leon's methods, including the ability to cause the Deinonychus to retreat completely, but the technical ability demonstrated by the other party had already impressed the Black Guard captain.

He had no doubt about Leon's order.

-

On the other side, among the barbaric elves who were retreating in panic.

Caledon's mind was racing as he considered the current situation.

They were defeated, but all hope was not lost. If they retreated to their tribes, they could, under the protection of the World Soul, resort to guerrilla warfare. No matter how powerful humanity's iron torrent was, it couldn't wipe out the entire planet in such a short time.

Thinking of this, he actually felt a little relieved.

The Monkai had been trying to determine the tribe's location. However, their main force had been held back by their own attack. Regardless of whether they knew the tribe's location, they were powerless to attack it directly.

He can also take all his tribesmen away and continue the fire of the wild spirits.

But just as he was thinking, an Eldar warrior suddenly pointed to the sky, with uncontrollable surprise in his tone.

"Chief, what is that?"

Caledon looked up.

A burning meteorite streaked across the sky, trailing a long flame as it plummeted towards the horizon. Its trajectory was remarkably straight, heading towards their tribe, as if deliberately guided by some force.

Macro cannons and light spears are not that slow, but Aetheran does not have an asteroid belt, and there are few meteorites that can break through the atmosphere.

Caledon was also curious until the meteorite got closer, allowing him to see the details of its surface.

Rough metal structures, haphazardly welded armor plates, and a red sun with an orcish face spewing out from the meteorite...

His curiosity suddenly faded, and he felt his throat tighten.

Chapter 265: “Environmental protection” enthusiasts.

For the savage Eldar on a virgin world, a group of creatures composed of fungi was something they had never heard of before.

In a land of nature and harmony, there shouldn't be a group of humans wielding iron, let alone these greenskins. Caledon only knew about these former enemies of the Eldar through the records left by his tribe.

This was the Greenskin's assault pod, a filthy asteroid the Orks had transformed into a weapon. That one was just the beginning, with many more falling meteors trailing flames.

"Why are the orcs here?"

This was a question no one could answer for Caledon.

The orcs' infectious and destructive spores are an unimaginable enemy to the entire planet's ecology, but this is not what the Savage Eldar are concerned about now.

The landing point of these asteroids is surprisingly in the direction of the Savage Eldar tribe!

"Do not--!"

Caledon's roar was drowned out by the roar of the meteorite crashing to the ground.

A huge fireball rose from the distant mountains, and those "savage" greenskins were swarming out from the wreckage of the meteorite and rushing towards the unsuspecting Eldar tribe.

The few remaining Eldar in the tribe who were still able to fight grabbed their spears and wraithbone scimitars and quickly gathered in the center of the village, trying to fight against these greenskins.

They had thought that, as the tribe had once recorded, they would face a group of green-skinned barbarians who could only shout and wield tattered machetes. However, they never expected that when the dust from the meteorite fell and settled, what appeared before them was not a chaotic green-skinned mob, but a "strictly disciplined" army.

Leading the charge were rows of young Skitarii boys in red. Although their armor was crooked, it was obvious that it was pieced together according to a certain "standard".

Even the weapons are of a relatively uniform "standard". Although they still have the rough orc style, the barrels are straight, the magazines are regular, and there are even simple scopes.

The Eldar were stunned.

Tech Boss Xie Ri strode out from the ranks of greenskins. Wearing welding goggles and with cables plugged into his body, he was calling on his tech Bosses to bring up the rapid-fire big bang bangs, and at the same time began to mobilize his boys.

"WAAAGH!! For science! For truth! Aim and shoot! Don't waste bullets! The boss said we need to be efficient!"

At his command, the weapons in the greenskins' hands spewed out violent tongues of flames.

The people who stayed in the tribe were not elite to begin with. Before they could even charge, they were knocked down by the dense rain of bullets.

The bone armor of the Eldar was as brittle as paper in front of the "excellent" firepower of the Greenskins. An Eldar warrior barely dodged the strafing and was about to jump into close combat, but was hit in the face by the electric paste of the Evil Sun, and the whole person instantly vaporized into a ball of glittering mist.

"That's not right! Shouldn't they be rushing over and hacking people?!"

"Hahaha! You pointy-eared people must be stunned! This is called science! This is called truth! We don't play hack-and-slash games anymore!"

Xie Ri laughed wildly and kicked the Tech Master next to him, "Where's the bursting bang bang you asked me to bring? Come on!"

Even the artillery began to roar, and the Eldar's counterattack was completely suppressed.

The Eldar thought it would be a bloody close combat, but it turned out to be a one-sided long-range massacre. The wooden buildings of the tribe burned in the artillery fire, and the wailing of the Eldar mixed with the excited roar of the Greenskins.

Xie Ribenlailai was also immersed in the carnival, but after seeing the boys chopping the elves to the ground, he suddenly jumped up remembering what Leon had told him.

"Don't just focus on fighting. Capture them alive, capture them alive! How can we study their weird psychic stuff if we destroy them? If anyone hacks at me again, I'll throw him into the boiler!"

Several guys who were swinging machetes angrily put away their weapons and took out ropes and sacks. They rushed into tents and tree houses with grim smiles, dragged out the screaming Eldar, tied their hands and feet like meat, and tied them together on the ropes.

An Eldar was still struggling with his head tied up until a greenskin "thoughtfully" gave him a "scientific anesthesia" on the back of his head.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. We won't kill anyone. We're just taking you to a good place... probably."

More greenskins began to rummage through the boxes and drawers, stuffing all the Eldar's spirit bone ornaments and other things that they considered waste into sacks.

They even found a Nether Construct abandoned by the evacuated Ark Eldar in the tribe: "Boss! I found a big one! Can you dismantle it? Can you dismantle it?"

"Tear it down! Tear it all down!"

Xie Ri rubbed his hands, very satisfied with this harvest: "Take it back to show the wise boss, I guarantee it can be exchanged for ten barrels of mushroom beer!"

Sculptures were used as firewood, and a sacred fountain was doused with motor oil. The triumphant boys performed a "Gokamaok" ritual of worshipping the Om Green Saiyan, setting fire to the surrounding tree houses with flamethrowers.

Caledon rushed back as fast as he could and looked at the smoke-filled tribal camp with a cold heart. The wild laughter of the orcs and the cries of the elves were clearly audible, but they quickly disappeared.

The home is gone, and all that remains is a sea of ​​fire.

The Webway on Aetheran is here. Those Ark Eldar who evacuated early took advantage of the time difference. They fled into the Webway before the orcs fell, and were never found again.

The Eldar always considered selling out their teammates a necessary tactic, including Caledon. But today, for the first time, he felt how much he hated his compatriots' "flexibility" and "adaptability."

If Lady Thirst had not taken away their souls long ago, he would have wanted to sacrifice all those unreliable Ark Eldar to that bird-headed man!

Caledon tried his best to gather those who had escaped from the tribe, but in the end he was only able to gather less than ten thousand people. Those who were not gathered by them were only a few, and the majority were captured and abused by the orcs.

"Leader, we still have people inside. We also have the entrance to the Webway and the altar to the World Soul..."

The altar is a key node in the construction of the world circuit, and it is also the key for the Savage Eldar psykers to call upon the World Soul for assistance. If the altar is destroyed, the World Soul's influence on the world will be greatly reduced.

But Caledon knew they had no right to take another look: "It's too late. Those monkeys don't know how to use the webway. Take those who can still walk and evacuate immediately."

"At least send some people in so that we can recover some holy artifacts that can communicate with the world soul—"

"It doesn't belong to us anymore."

Caledon interrupted, "As long as the World Soul is still leaning towards us, that's enough. Now we need to escape."

The surviving Eldar followed him in silence, looking back one last time at their burning home. The singer among them could sense the World Soul groaning in pain.

These humans bring not only steel and destruction, but also evil spores that can subvert the planet...

Is there really hope for them?

-

At the same time, in a rock crevice on the other side of the battlefield, Sergeant Arlo lowered his telescope.

"It works well."

He grinned and turned to look at Sharokin beside him, "Thirteen minutes faster than expected."

The Raven Guard's eyes were fixed on the group of greenskins.

"You already knew?"

he asked.

"Why are you asking that? Don't you know that?"

That's right, Sharokin knew that Leon had gathered a group of orcs on Maxim.

But he had originally thought that those orcs were just materials for scientific experiments or templates for social research. This was completely different from commanding these aliens to fight.

Arlo patted his new brother. "Relax. They are now considered 'friendly forces', at least when it comes to bombing the Eldar."

He walked out of the bunker with his team and Sharokin, and Sharokin followed closely behind.

The appearance of Astartes made the orcs a little restless. However, they were soon calmed down by Xieri's roar and reluctantly made way.

"Well done, Xie Ri."

Arlo was generous with his praise.

"Of course! These guys must obey us!"

Xie Ri patted his chest, "According to the boss's request, we captured a hundred or eight thousand sharp-eared people alive, and also saved their mysterious altars. This will definitely allow the boss to come up with some new tricks!"

After boasting, he noticed Sharokin. Knowing that this Raven Guard was Leon's favorite, he suddenly approached and thrust a can of bubbling mushroom wine into his hand.

"Brother, help me tell the boss that this WAAAGH is absolutely scientific!"

His brotherhood would be an orc?

Sharokin took the wine jar silently and found some suspicious mycelium floating in the liquid.

But he didn't refuse in the end.

He didn't know why these aliens were so completely convinced by Leon, nor did he know whether this method of using the aliens was right or wrong.

However, the Raven Guard was not a very rigid legion. Before questioning it, Sharokin had to admit that this approach was indeed effective.

"I'll bring the message."

He assured Xie Ri.

-

The news of the evil day was soon reported to Leon through Sharokin.

Li Ang could see his doubts from his dry retelling.

"Any more doubts?"

Sharokin nodded. "Except for Evil Sun, the other orcs still have a clear hostility towards me. They only obey orders indirectly through Evil Sun."

This sounded like a question, but Leon knew that Sharokin was simply stating the facts.

Orcs are still difficult to control. Do we need to strictly control their numbers? Or is there another solution?

He waved his hand, indicating that the topic should be put aside for the time being. The Raven Guard turned to leave, but was suddenly stopped.

"What's that in your hand?"

Sharokin held up the jar of bubbling mushroom wine, with suspicious clumps of mycelium floating in the turbid liquid.

The corners of Li Ang's mouth twitched, and then he revealed a playful smile: "You can try it. It won't kill you, probably."

After Sharokin left, the holographic projection in the command room lit up. Leon, facing Mercado and Christina in the projection, happily announced, "The operation was a resounding success."

The main force of the Eldar was broken, the tribe fell, and the large-scale obstacles on the planet had been swept away.

"Christina, your Titan Corps performed exceptionally well. The timing of the teleportation raid was perfect."

"Just a basic tactical assessment."

Christina answered calmly, but she was staring at Leon, as if expecting him to say something else.

However, Leon had already turned to Mercado: "Battle damage?"

"Two Thor mechs suffered melted lower limbs, and we lost approximately ten Tiantu-class Titans. Five pilots were injured, but none were lost. The Undead Army and siege tanks suffered heavy losses, with a total casualty count exceeding 50,000. However, against the Eldar... this record is already considered exceptional."