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

Kurland paced back and forth in boredom, complaining to Leon, who was tinkering with machinery nearby: "I clearly promised to stand up in the war against the orcs, but they don't believe in our strength!"

"A few organs and thirty sets of MK5 power armor? Such supplies are close to charity! It's simply humiliating us!"

"Relax, Kurland. The Imperial Fists' dire situation has made you overly concerned with past honors and the doubts of others, but in reality, we only need to focus on the task at hand."

Leon didn't even look up at Kurland.

He focused on the task at hand, his movements mechanically like some kind of ritual. "Besides, there's no complete power armor production line on this forge world. The fact they were able to produce thirty sets of power armor is already a pleasant surprise."

Kurland was still dissatisfied: "At least they should give us more weapons!"

This battle-hardened warrior was now as anxious as a big boy. He sat down dejectedly and confided his troubles to the only person he could trust, the Mechanical Sage Leon:

"Maybe you're right, but I just... I feel like I have a lot to do, but I don't know what to do."

Li Ang glanced at him and said, "Why, five days of house arrest are already too much for you?"

“How many more five days do we have to waste?”

Kurland asked back.

"We haven't wasted these five days. I've been repairing the power armors collected on Diamond Star and cultivating organs at the same time."

"You have to be patient, Kurland. If you want to get better results, preparation is always essential. Opportunities will only be seized by those who are prepared."

Leon stood up and walked towards the rooftop, motioning Kurland to come with him.

They stood on the rooftop and looked out, and what came into view was the scenery of this forging world.

Chapter 57 A To Z, let’s take over the world!

Together they looked down at the harsh land.

In this harshly polluted land, the exposed rock layers appear a sickly rusty red, as if doused in corrosive acid. Thick conduits crawl across the ground like swarms of snakes, connecting to massive smelting furnaces and processing units.

Metal ventilation ducts undulate across the skyline like veins, releasing heat and toxic fumes into the already polluted air, leaving the sky perpetually gray.

"What can you tell, Kurland?"

"This forge world is huge."

Kurland replied. He looked around the surface of the Forge World and noticed details that he had not noticed before in his distracted state:

"Although it's only a Class-III Forge World, its scale is surprisingly comparable to some of the Hive Cities on Mars. It's the same scale as the Forge Council we saw before. I don't think this is what a Class-III Forge World should be."

"You're right, Kurland. This Forge World is huge. But from my professional perspective, it can only be described as huge but without any substance."

Li Ang pointed to the tallest forge within their sight: "Do you know what's produced in there? It's a Mars MK2 laser gun."

"The standard-issue weapon of the Astra Militarum?"

It was obvious that Kurland was quite familiar with this most common weapon in the Astra Militarum.

"That's right. But within the Adeptus Mechanicus, we usually jokingly call this weapon, which has no technological content, a flashlight."

"Yet this kind of technology-free stuff is in huge demand. For the members of the Adeptus Mechanicus, who are pursuing more advanced technologies, this part of the production is neither worth eating nor worth throwing away."

"Some of the more core forging worlds will transfer these low-end production lines to other planets in order to deploy more advanced production lines on their own forging worlds."

"So, this is where the low-end production lines for the core forging world are taken over?"

Kurland reacted quickly, "Their core forging world is Mars?"

"After all, Mars is the closest, isn't it?"

Leon returned to the room and continued fiddling with his device, which was a satellite dish with an antenna for receiving signals.

"If I'm not mistaken, this foundry director is probably a great sage appointed by Mars to serve as director, which is why he speaks so arrogantly. And the reason he doesn't take us seriously is very simple: he doesn't need us to carry out the decapitation operation at all."

"This planet is as useless as the production line it carries. All its data can be found on other forge worlds. It lacks the necessary value for the Mechanicus."

"New or unreplicable knowledge is the heart of the Mechanicus. This planet is at best a capillary to them. If the moment comes, they will abandon this place without hesitation, and there will naturally be no need for us to behead the Ork warlord."

Kurland was shocked by Leon's analysis. He tried to sort out his thoughts and judge whether Leon's words made sense.

"...Sage Li Ang, you and I are both under house arrest here, restricted to specific areas of activity. How did you learn so much?"

"I already sensed it when the great sages at the forging meeting were almost indifferent, but further confirmation depends on them."

Leon leaned over and touched Tom Cat's belly, and Elu Cat snored comfortably.

The priests and sages of the Forge World were accustomed to these "aliens." Rather, it would be considered abnormal if a biological sage didn't have two biological test subjects around him.

After leaving the Foundry Council, Leon, with his status as a sage, was assigned to an unused small forge on the Foundry World. He could conduct his own experiments there, but the price was that he was not allowed to move freely around the Foundry World.

But there are always different ways. Since he can't get out by himself, Leon lets the priests in the forging world come to him.

He made full use of the fact that Felynx were popular with Machine Spirits. He customized a batch of cloaks with gears embroidered on their backs for these Felynx, and then rented them to priests who needed maintenance.

The genome of the Fey cat contained an encrypted version of the World Soul, making it impossible for those to steal the genes. This allowed Leon to carry out his plan with confidence, and priests who needed to appease the Machine Soul indeed flocked to him.

Leon, who traded cats for goods, got a lot of good things from these priests, including the ashes of psychics. He also analyzed the situation of this forging world from the abnormally large number of mechanical priests and their words.

"You really pay attention to detail."

After realizing that these five days were not wasted, Kurland could only sigh: "And I didn't expect these little guys to be so helpful to us..."

"There's more."

Leon placed a signal pot, crafted from materials he'd exchanged with other priests, on Tom Cat's head. The pale golden spiritual energy emanating from Tom Cat converged on the pot's surface. Soon, a faint chirping sound came from the antenna on the pot, which had been infused with the psychic's ashes.

"We don't have any psykers who can transmit and receive astropathic messages. However, these Felynx do have a certain amount of psychic potential. I will unleash their psychic energy and use this device to temporarily transform them into astropathic signal receiving stations."

Li Ang gave a brief explanation.

Kurland questioned: "What useful information can we really get from this?"

His doubts are well-founded. In most cases, Star Language is a public screen broadcast-style message transmission method, and its encryption is often through a secret code agreed in advance with the recipient. For other recipients who do not know the secret code, it is tantamount to an incomprehensible book.

But facing Kurland's questions, Leon seemed calm.

"Wait, there's no time to encrypt truly urgent messages."

Leon continued to work on the things at hand, leaving Kurland waiting here for half a day.

Just when Kurland thought he had to continue waiting, intermittent sounds came from the receiver.

"I am Yuan Hai, the governor of the planet Endin. I am here to inform all surrounding planets. The greenskins'... satellites have destroyed... we have... the orcs on the ground."

The words describing the battle situation seemed to be interfered with by other psychic energies, so Kurland couldn't hear them clearly. But as time went on, the voice became clearer and clearer, and Kurland was able to hear the planetary governor's final decision.

"Due to the situation on the hive planet Endin, I have decided to detonate three virus bombs on the planet to delay the orc invasion, hoping to buy time for the surrounding star regions."

His voice became unclear again, and the roar of orcs came from the background noise. It was obvious that the greenskins had invaded the place where the governor sent the astropathic message.

"Farewell, beneath the Golden Throne, to all who can hear this message from the stars. No matter what, glory belongs to humanity!"

The formal communication ended here, but the roar of the chainsaw sword and the roar of the planetary governor could still be faintly heard in the astrologer.

"You greenskins, come and fight together! Don't give me the chance to kill you all!"

Kurland stood up suddenly.

He picked up Tom Cat and went upstairs to find Li Ang who was cultivating organs and limbs.

The basic supplies provided by the Forge World included various organs needed to heal the warriors. However, after spending centuries on the Azure Planet, the Second Legion's hunters not only showed no signs of aging, but had become even taller and more powerful than ordinary Space Marines. This abnormality forced Leon to perform additional cultivation on these organs to ensure they were compatible.

It's difficult for non-professionals to notice such subtle differences, and Kurland naturally didn't notice it either. He simply placed the bewildered Tom cat next to Leon and then replayed Governor Ending's broadcast with a serious face.

"The hive planet Endin has fallen."

He said.

"A little faster than I expected."

Li Ang pondered for a moment, thinking about the current situation.

Knowing some of the vague history, he naturally knew that the hive world of Endin could not withstand the attack of the orcs, but he did not know the specific time.

Only twenty days had passed since they left Diamond Star, and they had already received news of Ending's fall. Even with a virus bomb capable of destroying the planet's ecology as a delay, they wouldn't have much time left.

"It seems the green tide is unstoppable."

Leon made a judgment, "The Battle Moon is advancing at an unstoppable pace. With everyone so anxious to protect themselves, no one will come to help defend Maxim. This Forge World will soon be abandoned."

"give up?"

Kurland's mind was a little confused.

He had already learned from his previous conversation with Leon that this world was not worth defending for the Mechanicum, but the Imperial Fists' inertia still made him think about how to use this planet to inflict as much damage as possible on the greenskins before evacuating: "Shouldn't we build a defense line?"

Li Ang laughed and pointed to the transport ships taking off and landing at the spaceport in the distance, and asked:

"Do you think it would be better to save the Mechanicus' assets if we reduce the Forge World to ruins and then evacuate, or would it be better to evacuate now?"

Kurland was silent.

Li Ang heard his breathing becoming heavier and his fists clenched.

But in the end, Kurland unclenched his fists and accepted the bitter reality.

First, the value of providing decapitation operations was denied, and then even the honor of participating in the battle was deprived.

But Kurland must eventually learn to accept it all. He has one and only one goal, and that is to protect Holy Terra.

"Sage Li Ang, how long will it take you to cultivate these organs and restore our warriors' combat capabilities?"

"About a week. Don't worry, it'll definitely be before they evacuate."

"Then we must prepare a plan to evacuate Maxim now. If those Mechanicus members only care about evacuating themselves, we must seize a ship in the spaceport so that we can evacuate."

Kurland thought, his expression painful and dull.

This was not a worry about whether he could evacuate, but he was thinking about whether to make that earth-shattering decision today.

"Before seizing the ship, I must, if possible, seize the Astropathic Intermediate Station on this planet... I thought that with the help of the Forge World, I could avoid the worst-case scenario. But if the Mechanicus only cares about escaping on their own, I must call upon all the Imperial Fists' successors."

Leon looked at Kurland, and Kurland also looked at Leon.

Although his expression was still distressed, Kurland's eyes were unusually firm.

"Before my father Dorn disbanded the Legion, he asked all the successor chapters that split from the Imperial Fists to swear a secret oath together. That is, when Holy Terra is in danger, the Imperial Fists will issue a call to all the successor chapters. All the successor chapters that receive the call must return to Terra at all costs and together build the final high wall to protect Terra."

"Even though a thousand years have passed, I believe all the sons of Dorne still remember this oath. And I, Kurland, as the successor to the Grand Master of the Imperial Fists, must regroup our legion before the situation becomes irreversible!"

"Where is the gathering place?"

Leon asked.

"Fal Galaxy."

"That's pretty close."

Leon checked the star map on the data board: "If they are in the Farr system, they will be able to come to Maxim's aid soon."

"...?"

Kurland's resolute expression softened slightly. "Didn't you say the Mechanicum had abandoned Maxim? What's the point of sending aid from the Farr system?"

"It's very simple."

Li Ang smiled faintly: "Why don't I guard it?"

Kurland's relaxed expression turned into horror.

"Just relying on our hundred or so warriors?"

He wanted to check if Leon was hysterical: "Without the Mechanicus, how can we defend Maximus?"

"Then take over the entire Forge World!"

Li Ang clenched his hand, as if holding the entire forging world in his hand.

"Kurland, have you ever thought about why Maxim provided us with the most basic supplies if he didn't need our assistance at all?"

Kurland was stunned.

As a floating member of the founding group and the High Lords' Council, the Imperial Fists had always purchased their supplies directly from Mars in large quantities. He had never fought a war of poverty, so naturally, this problem had not occurred to him.

"They're pretending."

Li Ang asserted this.

"The evacuation of an entire Forge World would require the transportation support of several worlds. Do you think they can take away all the production equipment here while everyone is busy taking care of themselves? Obviously not. They will only take the most critical supplies and personnel. Everything else here will be abandoned."

"Maxim's Forge World leaders must have known about the existence of Battle Moon long ago and began preparing for evacuation. They deliberately sent Sage Lifar, who had a grudge against them, to investigate, knowing Lifar wouldn't take the investigation seriously."