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

Li Ang didn't say this kind of situation would happen!

How could I, a company champion of the Second Legion, become a Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists?

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Leon, who had figured out what period it was from Kurland's words, appeared in time to rescue Amidel.

"All traitors will pay with their own blood. They deceived the loyal guardians of humanity, and without the protection of the guardians, they will inevitably drown in their own blood. This was destined when the greenskins appeared."

Leon pulled up a star map and marked the location of Diamond Star and the key galaxies connected to it via the subspace channel. The destination of this channel was, surprisingly, Holy Terra.

"I believe the appearance of the greenskins is no accident. The orcs' battle moon only stayed here for three days before leaving. They must be heading to the next place..."

"I don't know where they will pass through, but based on the Greenskins' characteristic of never stopping fighting, I dare to conclude that the final battlefield will definitely be Holy Terra!"

Chapter 50: Target: Forge World Maxim.

Kurland stared at the star map intently. Leon's words brought out a possibility that he didn't want to think about but was most worried about.

And Leon continued speaking.

"No matter what, the Imperial Fists' mission is always to defend Terra. Whether it's the Siege of Terra a thousand years ago, or the Greenskin invasion today... the High Lords will inevitably bleed under the Greenskins' attacks, but the Imperial Fists' mission to defend Terra will not change just because there are insects like the High Lords on Terra."

"Now the Greenskins are approaching the gates of the Solar Segmentum. Defending Terra under such circumstances will inevitably require dealing with the High Lords. We understand neither the political situation nor the current organization of the Chapter. The responsibility of defending Terra is something that those of us who have just returned from the Warp cannot shoulder independently."

"You are the only one who can shoulder such a responsibility, Captain Kurland. You are the only one who is currently the best candidate to be the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists."

Leon's words hit Kurland like a hammer in the heart. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, and after a long while, he let out a long breath.

"You are right, Sage Leon."

He whispered in agreement with Leon's words: "I was blinded by anger... I only wanted to restore the former glory of the Imperial Fists under your leadership, but I forgot that our mission to defend Terra is above all honor and disgrace."

"Thank you, Sage Leon, for helping me regain my sanity. I now understand why Lord Evander appointed you as the commander of this Imperial Fists company."

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Leon smiled and accepted Kurland's sincere thanks: "Perhaps you already understand it better than he does."

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Kurland was a little confused, but his resolute determination urged him to make a decision as soon as possible in the fight against the greenskins. So he did not ask any further questions, but simply announced to everyone:

"I will temporarily assume the position of Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists until the Greenskin threat to Terra is eliminated. Until then, I hope that you all will work together with me to fight the Greenskin threat!"

Amidel and his companions nodded in agreement, and the matter was finally put to rest.

Seeing that development was back on track, Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief.

He had long recognized the time period here. As one of the few major events after the Heresy and before the "ambitious Guilliman" launched the Indomitus Crusade, as Kurland called it, the prologue to the Beast Wars began with the near annihilation of the Imperial Fists on the expedition under the attack of the Battle Moon.

However, in the original world line, Kurland should be the only survivor of the Imperial Fists.

But now, with Leon's intrusion, they dug out a small group of surviving Imperial Fists, including Kurland, from the burial ground of the Imperial Fists.

Out of pity, Leon originally just wanted to paint the Space Marines he had into the yellow armor of the Imperial Fists, and take advantage of this special period when the star fields around the solar system were still unaware that the Imperial Fists were on the verge of annihilation, and use the name of the Imperial Fists to make some profits in the surrounding areas and "borrow" some necessary supplies.

After all, after the Second Legion vanished, the VIIth Imperial Fists and XIIIth Ultramarines experienced abnormal growth in numbers. Historically and modernly, the Second Legion's bloodline was considered half-Imperial Fists. Using one's stepfather's name to borrow supplies wasn't considered "reasonable"?

Who can say that it is not a "legitimate cause"?

But the situations in which these titles apply do not include directly bumping into the real person.

Especially since the real boss wants to give them the position of Chapter Leader of the Imperial Fists?

He couldn't take the blame for this, even though he had gained the complete trust of Kurland and the surviving Imperial Fists. If he sat back on the Phalanx, there was no guarantee anyone would notice the problem.

With such limited manpower, how could they withstand the ever-changing political situation in Terra?

But as long as you don't stand in front of the stage, there is a lot of room for maneuver.

After much persuasion, Leon finally let Kurland take over as the commander of the regiment.

With Kurland standing in front of the stage, he led Amidel and his group of 'Imperial Fist' veterans who were highly respected by Kurland. There must be more opportunities to earn money than the original plan of "taking these veterans to dig graves everywhere after the battle".

His goal was to gain more knowledge. While being involved with the Imperial Fists was a bit risky, the profits were indeed high!

However, caution was required in everything, especially since the Beast Wars differed from the Horus Heresy and the Indomitus Crusade, which were both heavily documented. Many stories from this period were vague, and Leon's intelligence wouldn't have been very advantageous during this time.

Most of the time, we can only rely on on-site judgment to decide what plans to carry out.

But as the saying goes, fortune and honor are sought in danger, just like when he pushed the position of regiment commander back to Kurland just now, Leon has the confidence to grasp this aspect.

Just like Leon who quickly formed a new plan in his mind, Kurland also quickly took on the role of the chapter leader.

He frowned and studied the star map, seemingly considering what kind of defense plan to implement. After a while, he asked Leon:

"Sage Leon, I can see that you are very familiar with alien creatures like greenskins. How do you think these greenskins will advance to Terra?"

"Greenskins? Greenskins are creatures that only know war. They will defeat everything they encounter until they themselves are defeated. This means that the Greenskins' advance will not be very fast."

Leon marked each system along the way during the Warp Jump, from the hive planet of Endin to the homeworld of the Fists of the Exemplar Chapter, Edorica. Finally, he highlighted the Covenant Port near Terra. It was one of the most important gateways to the solar system, and it was also home to many ports and shipyards of the Imperial Navy.

"From Endin on, no world can survive the Greenskins' War Moon. With all due respect, if the Imperial Fists defending Terra are unprepared, then these worlds will be equally unprepared to face the Orks, and they will be destroyed directly and effortlessly. Our only hope for defense lies in Covenant Harbor."

Kurland's gaze followed Leon's instructions and shifted to Covenant Harbor. He wasn't surprised that Leon knew about Covenant Harbor; after all, it had been a crucial fortress for the Imperial Navy since the Great Crusade. He also agreed with Leon's thoughts:

"Yes, Covenant Port. Only there can we raise a large army to fight against the orcs even in a hurry..."

"But we shouldn't go directly to Covenant Harbor. I don't know the current situation, but I believe that the bigger the fist, the more powerful the force. We only have a combined combat force of about twenty Astartes. We won't be able to make a single move in the chaotic Empire. Even if we reach Covenant Harbor, we won't be able to lead a defensive war against the greenskins."

“So my goal is here.”

Leon tapped the star map and marked a special planet - the Forge World Carth Maxim.

This planet was not on the route to the Battle Moon. Kurland took a look and then looked at Leon for confirmation.

"We need the supplies from this Forge World to restore our combat effectiveness. As you can see, we still have many wounded soldiers on board. But as long as they can obtain the superhuman organs cultivated on the Forge World, they will immediately become extraordinary warriors again."

"When the time comes, we'll have over a hundred Astartes heading to Covenant Harbor. We'll at least be able to play a greater role in its defense. While a hundred Astartes is a drop in the bucket against the Greenskins... if necessary, they'll be enough to seize command of Covenant Harbor's military."

Kurland carefully examined the Forge World of Kath Maxim. He felt that Leon's words made sense, but more importantly, this Forge World was very close to the Farr Galaxy.

It was a system of great importance to all the Sons of Dorn. It involved an ancient oath, once spearheaded by Dorn himself, involving all the successors of the Imperial Fists.

"Just do it."

He made a final decision. "But how are we supposed to get to Carth Maxim? With this ship without a pilot?"

Within the range of the Astronomican, ships without navigators are not unable to navigate in the Warp, but they must take familiar Warp routes.

It was clear that no one present was familiar with how to get to Carth Maxim. Even if this Forge World was very close, the Warp would make the distance unknown seem like a world away.

But Leon, who was familiar with the nature of the Mechanicus, remained calm.

"Don't worry, let's continue searching the surface of Diamond Star to see if there are any other survivors."

He wasn't worried about finding his way at all: "As for the Forge World..."

"Someone will naturally lead the way for us when the time comes, I promise."

Chapter 51 Paralysis Trap.

Facts have proven that Leon really understands the Mechanicus.

Within a week, a Mechanicus research vessel bearing the mark of Cas Maxim appeared in the sky above Diamond Star.

The ship is led by the biological sage Lifar, who is ordered by Maxim's leader, the Chief of the Forge, to investigate this planet ravaged by orcs.

The research vessel roughly scanned the entire planet of Diamond and found that there was nothing on the planet except green people.

But according to the orders of the Foundry Director, they still had to land on the planet to recover some orc samples and their technological creations. It would be best if they could also find the bodies of two Imperial Fists and bring them back for research.

"I really don't know what there is to investigate on this planet."

As Sage Lifar prepared to lead the team to the surface, he complained to the mechanic apprentice on board: "Just for some green-skinned scrap metal, you insist on sending us to the surface to eat mushrooms?"

"But according to orders, we must find out the current level of development of these greenskins..."

The mechanical apprentice answered cautiously. As an apprentice who had not yet completed his apprenticeship under the sage, he had to humbly take care of the other party's feelings while also reminding him of his mission.

Such a thankless task itself was akin to exile. When Sage Lifar, who had made no progress on his own project for over a decade, was assigned this task, the entire Foundry World knew that he, the Sage, had been abandoned by the Foundry Director.

The apprentices follow the sage. If the sage fails to complete the task, the apprentices will probably never be able to return to the forging world in this lifetime.

"Level of development? Even if they can build a pile of scrap metal that can fly into the sky tomorrow, what does it have to do with us? We are not on the greenskins' route."

Lifar scoffed. "In my opinion, this is probably another one of Mars's botched jobs that our foundry director took on, only to pass the buck to us. What kind of future can this foundry director have? He doesn't even have the patience to support a project I independently developed. All he does all day is lick the asses of those Martian academic cliques!"

The mechanical apprentice stammered and dared not speak. Lifar, who was bored, waved his hand listlessly and ended the topic.

"Prepare the landing craft, we're going to the surface."

The mechanical apprentice, as if granted amnesty, quickly prepared landing craft and accompanying skitarii. Soon, a small force was mobilized, carrying Lifar and his troops to the surface of Diamond Star.

The magma gushing from the torn plates still flowed freely on the surface, and the smoke from the volcanoes and the fire on the ground cast the entire planet's atmosphere red. But even so, some green-skinned spores stubbornly took root in the sunlight and would soon bloom and bear fruit.

The greenskins that had been airdropped from the battle moon had also chosen their leader in a civil war. They no longer wandered aimlessly across the planet as they had before, but instead gathered around the crashed battleship and established their own tribe next to it.

Although the tribe was still in chaos, they had united and were obviously not as easy to attack as before.

The largest tribe on the planet already has a motley crew of orc boys wearing yellow armor plates. They hold huge ka-ka guns and patrol the tribe imitating the canned shrimps they had seen before. They even take the initiative to teach unruly green-skinned boys a lesson.

Looking at the scene before him, Lifar found that the orcs' development speed was a little beyond his imagination.

"It seems that the Imperial Fists were completely wiped out by the greenskins... But why are these greenskins developing so quickly? Is it because they are a branch abandoned by a larger tribe?"

Lifar thought to himself, but no matter what the reason was, this greenskin tribe that was almost building its own warships from the ruins of the warships was definitely not something that his small group of crusaders could afford to provoke.

The foundry director's order was to bring back some orc specimens and technological products, but he didn't say what level of technology the orc products should be brought back. There was no need for him to offend the largest orc tribe.

The Crusader Army is the wealth accumulated by my hard work. The Director of Foundry only allocates a small amount of research funds every month. Why would I risk my life for it?

"Change route!"

Lifar ordered without hesitation: "Let's go find the smallest orc tribe!"

The research vessel in orbit quickly locked onto the smallest tribe, and Lifar hurried over with his Guardians. He planned to just pick up something to get by.

This kind of thinking is very common in the Mechanicus. Unless some precious knowledge of the Dark Ages is discovered, self-preservation is always the first priority in the logical processors of the Mechanicus members.

Lifar made the choice according to his heart, but Leon also knew the extent to which these Mechanicus sages were sincere.

This understanding allowed him to set a trap against the Mechanicus on the outskirts of the smallest Orc tribe early on.

When Lifar arrived at the outskirts of the smallest tribe, his visual processor easily captured a trap made of leaves and spider webs on the ground, which was stained with some biological tissue fluid that might be poisonous.

Since these traps were found near the greenskin tribe, Lifar guessed that these traps must have been set by the orcs in this tribe.

For orcs, who usually only knew how to fight and eat Waaagh mushrooms, being able to set traps was undoubtedly a step forward in their thinking. However, the trap before him was too crude. Lifar immediately judged that the orc tribe that set it was probably still in the barbaric era, and he felt disdain for it.

"With this level of skill, the Orc Tribe probably can't even penetrate the armor on the Skitarii."

Lifar ordered: "Get your weapons ready, let's fight this greenskin tribe!"

"But traps generally also serve as alarm functions."

The mechanical apprentice beside him whispered, "Should we avoid the trap and prevent this greenskin tribe from being alerted in advance?"

Lifar swept his cold gaze over the mechanical apprentice, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"Are you questioning me?"

He said coldly.

The mechanical apprentice shrank his neck and dared not answer.

"Why should we avoid an Orc tribe of this caliber? I don't want to spend another ten minutes on this worthless planet just to avoid a trap! All Skitarii, adjust your weapons to maximum power! I only want a few intact greenskins as specimens, and the rest will be mutilated!"

Lifar gave orders to all the Crusaders and then stepped into the trap first.

Of course, the crude biological toxins made by the orcs would have no effect on this group of half-human, half-mechanical beings.

But are the traps actually biological toxins?

The moment he stepped on the trap, the electric current under his feet made Lifar startle slightly. He had not expected that the trap contained not poison but electricity.

The current was quite powerful. If a normal creature stepped on it, the stimulation would definitely cause muscle paralysis and render them unable to move. However, he was a mechanized biological sage who had undergone anti-interference and anti-radiation modifications. Not only him, but even the semi-modified Skitarii behind him would not be affected by this thing.

"However, since the orc tribe was able to develop this kind of trap, it seems worth keeping a few of them alive for research..."

With this thought in mind, Sage Lifar, slightly surprised, wanted to move on.

But when he tried to take another step, he found that he could not take the next step no matter what.

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