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

He and another company commander who also supported the Codex formed the original Fist of the Paragon, but after joining the Fist of the Paragon, he opposed the idea of ​​conducting systematic combat according to the requirements of the Codex, and became an outlier among the Fist of the Paragon.

Such behavior meant that after 1,500 years, Thorn was still only the Second Captain of the Fists of the Paragon. It was not until the recent death of Chapter Master Alameda that he took over as Chapter Master of the Fists of the Paragon, as Alameda had instructed.

Ultimately, Zeberion didn't understand why Chapter Master Alameda had decided that Thorne would take over as Chapter Master before boarding.

Just like the previous chapter leaders all chose others as their successors, other candidates can obviously better embody the word "model"!

For example, myself!

The Fist of the Paragon was subordinate to the Final Wall, but dark thoughts quietly took root in Zeberion's heart.

Chapter 86 Deployment Plan.

Thorne didn't have the energy to care about Zeberian's thoughts for the time being. The orcs' attack and the heavy damage to the regiment had already taken up most of the warrior's energy.

When Kurland and his team brought him into the combat meeting room, only Christina and Amidel were waiting there.

Kurland had previously expressed his wish to welcome Armidel and his men back to the Imperial Fists, but Armidel declined. While puzzled, Kurland respected the warriors' decision.

Therefore, Armidale attended the combat meeting as a representative of an independent force.

Christina was wearing the insignia of the Titan Order, so Thorne knew her identity at a glance.

But Thorne was inevitably curious about the warrior wearing the heavily modified MK2 power armor and the Imperial Fists paint job.

Thorne sized up Armidale from head to toe, carefully examining his fanged armor and the slender power sword slung across his back. Sensing Thorne's gaze, Kurland took the initiative to explain in a low voice:

"That's Brother Armidale, a warrior who, like you, survived the Heresy. They claim to have witnessed the Battle of Cthonia, but were lost in the Warp during their return to Terra."

"How did you meet them?"

Thorne asked. He didn't know Armidale, but that wasn't surprising. When they were still a legion, the Imperial Fists had a hundred thousand warriors. Of course, he couldn't know every brother in the legion like he could in a chapter.

But because of this, he still needs to do some more confirmation.

He believed that these warriors were not corrupted by the Warp, otherwise Kurland would not trust them so much. However, the absence of corruption did not mean that they were truly reliable. He had to confirm it, lest the identities of these warriors were just false disguises.

He had followed Dorn in the Battle of Pluto against Alpharius. The methods of those traitors were sometimes more dangerous than those of Chaos.

"They, along with Leon—the sage who was just beside me—jumped out of the warp just when the Imperial Fists were suffering heavy damage on Diamond Star, saving the Imperial Fists as they are today."

Kurland directed Thorne to look at Leon, and Leon nodded slightly at Thorne.

"Do you think there's anything strange about them?"

Thorne pressed.

Kurland frowned, slightly dissatisfied with Thorne's suspicion. However, as a fellow Ancient Warrior and having just submitted to the Final Wall, Kurland replied:

"They act more like brothers to the Soul Drinkers Chapter, and are unwilling to return to the Imperial Fists. If we survive this war, I suspect they will form a new Chapter after it ends – but such honor is theirs."

"That's not surprising."

Thorne felt relieved. He had not completely given up his suspicions about this group of warriors, but he believed them about 70%.

As an ancient warrior from that era, he explained in a low voice:

"The campaign against the Sons of Horus' homeworld of Cthulhu was led by Lord Evander, the most disliked of our Primarchs. That campaign was more like exile than war."

Kurland nodded in understanding; he understood what Thorne meant.

These ancient warriors didn't have much of a sense of belonging to the Imperial Fists. He let go of his regret for not being able to invite them to join the Imperial Fists and instead felt fortunate that they could still fight alongside him.

Although this was their first time communicating, they already had a tacit understanding. Thorne and Kurland shifted the topic from Armidale to discussing troop deployment.

"How many fighters does the Imperial Fists have now?"

"Including me, I'm one hundred and thirteen."

Kurland replied.

Thorne was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected the Imperial Fists' losses to be even more severe than those of the Paragon Fists. "You should abandon the restrictions of the Codex and recruit new soldiers as quickly as possible."

"But we lost most of our gene-seed, and we're left without apothecaries."

Although supplemented by the Honor Company, the Honor Company stationed on the walls of the Terra Imperial Palace is more like a ceremonial guard and does not have auxiliary forces such as technical sergeants or pharmacists.

There is no doubt that even with Leon's rescue, the Fists of the Empire are already on the brink of destruction.

Thorne's eyes widened: "Then how did you continue to fight?"

"With their rock-hard determination and my help."

Thorne turned his head and saw that Leon, who had just nodded to him, had taken over the conversation between him and Kurland. Now he was standing in front of the stage, obviously to preside over the meeting.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Leon, the eighth sage of the underworld who came from Cthonia with the Amidel brothers."

He was already quite adept at arguing: "I'm currently serving as a pharmacist for the Imperial Fists Chapter, and I'm also responsible for coordinating the production lines on Maxim."

Although letting a sage of the Mechanicus serve as a pharmacist was a helpless move when all else was left, it also demonstrated Kurland's great trust in the sage in front of him.

And considering that a sage from Huangquan No. 8 was responsible for the deployment of Maxim's production line, this sage from Huangquan No. 8 obviously played an important role in the process of seizing the Forge World.

Thorne looked at Leon. He had a vague feeling that this meeting initiated in the name of the Final Wall would soon be dominated by this Mechanicus sage.

"Captain Thorne, I must thank you for your foresight."

Leon used compliments as his opening remarks. He unfolded the projection and displayed all the data of the current defenders on Maxim in front of everyone.

"There are three million Astra Militarum troops on Maximus, including two hundred and twenty-three Space Marines. We are facing over thirty million Orks attacking from Diamond. Chapter Master Thorn, the force you bring is crucial. Without you, we will never win the battle ahead."

Thorne carefully studied the projected deployment map. He found that the defense deployed by Leon was along the sub-hive, but outside the hive, a stretch of mining area was also included in the defense range.

"We are short of troops, why don't we shrink our defense?"

He asked Leon.

"Because we need resources to produce supplies. Fortunately, Maxim is a world rich in minerals. As long as we can hold this mining area, we can provide enough supplies for the troops."

"What about the main nest's spaceport?"

"Give up. If we can't defeat the greenskins on the ground, the probability of us getting off the surface alive will be infinitely close to zero."

"Perhaps we can give up Maxim now."

Thorne suggested that he was not optimistic about Leon's defense.

Maxim's situation was worse than he thought. The three million Astra Militarum troops might be able to barely set up a line of defense according to Leon's plan, but that would leave the Astra Militarum with a lack of reserve troops.

When the orcs broke through the exhausted mortal army and there was no force in the rear to fill the battle line, an unstoppable rout would surely occur on Maximus.

This oil guy, can he really fight?

Chapter 87: All tactics turn to decapitation.

"We can't give up Maxim."

Leon explicitly rejected Thorne's proposal.

Thorne looked at Kurland, hoping that Kurland would reject this ridiculous idea. Unexpectedly, Kurland had no intention of interrupting Leon.

He couldn't help but ask, "Kurland, as the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists, don't you see how fantastic this plan is?"

"I believe in Sage Li Ang."

Kurland sat in his seat, motionless as a mountain.

Thorne suddenly felt that swearing his oath to Kurland so early was not a good idea. He could only look at Leon again, hoping that he could come up with a reason that could convince him.

"Although our opponents are 30 million orcs, they are not a united group."

Leon pulled up the footage Hayes's fleet had previously reconnaissanced, which showed three battleship-sized rubbish heaps made of scraps.

"In fact, these three battleships belong to different Greenskin tribes on Diamond Star. The Greenskins developed technology very rapidly despite the wreckage, which led to them heading into space without completing the unification of their tribes. And there is no concept of coordinated operations between tribes."

"So we only have to deal with one orc horde at a time?"

"The probability is no less than 85.13%."

"But even if there were only over ten million orcs, the existing forces would be unable to cope with them."

Thorne still objected.

"So I will execute the decapitation tactic."

"It's impossible."

Leon proposed a very Astartes-style tactic, but was denied by Thorn, who was an Astartes.

Thorne had certainly considered this tactic, but his previous premise for considering this tactic was that he thought the number of Imperial Fists warriors was at least the same as that of the Paragon Fists, so they could solve the problem through decapitation.

But the reality was that the three Astartes forces combined in this world could only muster half a full Codex Corps. Trying to defeat ten million Orcs who had already reached cosmic level with such a force was like trying to strike a stone with an egg.

Leon wasn't bothered by Thorne's denial. He simply cut a hole along the mining area's defenses on the deployment map. As he demonstrated, countless greenskins poured in. But soon, the hole was closed again. The incoming orcs were trapped, trapped.

"We will be here to kill the orc WarBoss who leads the charge."

He pointed to the greenskins in the encirclement and announced the focus of the battle.

Everyone present understood what Li Ang meant.

This tactic is not sophisticated; the difficulty lies in how to execute it.

If it is executed well, it is called encircling one place; if it is executed poorly, it is called blooming in the center.

To restore the defense that has been released, a lot of strength is needed.

Thorne looked at Leon questioningly, wanting to know where Leon's confidence came from. Leon, in turn, pointed at the only woman in the meeting.

"Captain Christina is in command of a Warlord-class Titan. She will be our greatest help in this project."

"A Warlord-class Titan..."

Thorne estimated that he had to admit that the plan was indeed somewhat feasible: "But the risks are still great."

This was a battle that required the lives of everyone on the planet to be put on the line. He didn't think they had reached the point of desperation like the Siege of Terra, where they had to risk everything.

The source of his rallying at the Final Wall was the call to defend Terra, and Thorn felt that Maxim wasn't worth the risk.

But Li Ang, who saw through his thoughts, persuaded him with a few words.

"Maximus is the last resort. If we withdraw from Maximus, the greenskins will wreak havoc in all the hub systems entering Throneworld from the outside world. Even if other chapters respond to the call of the Final Wall, they will be blocked outside the Solar Segmentum and unable to advance."

"How can we save Terra with the limited strength we have now?"

Leon questioned Thorne in turn, while Kurland nodded repeatedly. Thorne understood that Kurland was probably convinced in the same way.

It was clearly the battle plan for the final battle of the High Wall, but the entire meeting was dominated by a sage of the Mechanicum...

Thorne found this situation absurd, but the sons of Dorne always kept their word. Since Leon had convinced him, he would naturally act according to Leon's plan.

"The Paragon Fists will act according to plan and under the orders of the Imperial Fists."

He made his final decision. "Sage Leon, I hope you will not let the sacrifices of the sons of Dorne go to waste."

Leon narrowed his eyes. He could hear that the other party was deliberately emphasizing the Fist of the Empire.

But he didn't care about that.

"I will do my best."

In the original world line, because of the obstruction of the greenskins, the final high wall that claimed to regroup the legion only gathered more than 4,000 Astartes.

The Dark Angels would probably laugh when they saw this number. After all, they could gather more than this number of people to capture the Fallen Angels.

Although these 4,000 Astartes miraculously saved the crumbling throne world before shedding their last drop of blood, Leon did not intend to let his "allies" suffer such a tragic loss now that the Imperial Fists could become his aid.

Now that he had captured a Forge World, he figured he was capable of making such an attempt.

-

A week had passed since the operational meeting. The production line, now adjusted, was now operating smoothly, and the Mechanic Priests, who were protecting their assets, were enthusiastically working.

The Imperial Fists warriors have been spread out throughout the front. Before the greenskins arrive, they will personally demonstrate to the Astra Militarum and Servitors on the front what the miracle of civil engineering is.

Unfortunately, Leon and his men never received any reinforcements. When the signal from the greenskin fleet came from the edge of the galaxy, they all understood that they could only rely on themselves to fight this battle.

The Ork fleet that first broke into the battlefield was different from their compatriots. Although their warships still had a strong orcish style of casual play, at least the pipes and steel plates on the warships were relatively neat, and they were not completely a mobile space garbage dump.

Leading this fleet is the orc master, Baganda, who is more skilled in technology than his compatriots, and therefore has created a fleet that is one step ahead of other greenskins.

His technological lead also allowed him to perceive things that other orcs could not. As the edge observation station continued to report various data of the orc fleet to Maxim along the signal, Gada also focused his attention on the observation station.

"Destroy that thing that keeps making those clattering noises!"