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

The ork warlord's order was passed down, and the fart spirits in charge of the cannons hurriedly adjusted the direction of the muzzles, aiming at the Mechanicus observatory built on the edge of the galaxy. However, after several shells were fired, the shells were so erratically tilted that they didn't even touch the edge of the Mechanicus observatory.

Gada, who was wearing a large walking mecha, jumped out of the cockpit of the mecha angrily. He slapped the fart spirit on the head, making the wailing fart spirit spin like a top.

After venting his anger on the fart spirit, he walked towards the squeaking cannon.

It was one of the most satisfying products he had created personally, a super invincible ultimate Armronster revolving laser cannon created by combining the light spear arrays from the wreckage of the strike cruiser.

He planned to show off his masterpiece, but after discovering that the state of this cannon was not very stable even with the bonus I wanted, he gave up the idea.

"I think this powerful weapon should be saved for last!"

He threw the fart monster away and took over the cannon that the fart monster had just operated.

He stuffed a large iron lump into the crude barrel of the gun and then pulled the rope suddenly.

"I think this can hit the target!"

Chapter 88: Orcs Attack.

Solid shells were fired from the cannon. The shells fired by Gada himself were indeed more accurate than those fired by the butt spirit. However, they were still some distance away from hitting the target.

But Gada never worried about this.

The shell, which had nearly missed its target, abruptly turned and smashed into the observation post. The orcs who witnessed this scene suddenly erupted in a small cheer.

Gada didn't rush to join the greenskins' celebration. He waited for a few seconds, until a burst of fire suddenly erupted from the hole in the observatory that had been smashed open by the shell, engulfing the observatory. Then he suddenly raised his hands high.

Gada didn't know what the weak point of this observatory was, but he thought that this one shell could destroy the observatory, so the shell found the ion reactor that kept the observatory running, realizing the idea that one shell could destroy the observatory.

“Waaaagh!!!”

As he roared, the greenskins around him admired him even more and joined in the Waaagh's carnival.

It was only then that the remaining two greenskin fleets poured in from the edge of the galaxy.

One fleet was more traditionally Ork in appearance, with their ships covered in all sorts of junk and debris, from rusted armor to broken mechanical parts, and covered in thousands of flags, graffiti, and slogans.

The other fleet was the smallest in number, but also the neatest in appearance. Although most of the Ork warships were rebuilt from the wreckage of the Imperial fleet, only the flagship of this fleet retained the church on the strike cruiser.

Of course, this church is clearly not used to serve the Emperor. A huge orc skull now hangs high in front of the church, probably symbolizing the loyalty and dedication of the owner of this fleet to the two brothers.

The warlords of both fleets seemed quite dissatisfied with Garda's early victory. Although the orcs basically communicated with each other by shouting, the leaders of the two fleets still managed to contact Garda.

"Gada! You stole my prey!"

The strange boy next to Gada was shocked. His eyes glowed green and a projection of an orc with gold teeth appeared on his head.

He stood nearly five meters tall, his entire body covered in rough, dark green skin. His muscles were knotted like the tangled roots of an ancient tree, each bulge brimming with explosive power. He swung his hammer furiously, venting his dissatisfaction.

"That's mine, all mine!"

Gada looked at the orc with disdain. He was certainly not as strong as the other party physically, but his six-meter-tall walking mecha gave him the courage to look down on the orc.

He returned to his tin can, raised his huge power claw, and pointed it at the orc boss.

"Golden Teeth Boy, this isn't yours or mine. Whoever grabs it first gets it!"

The greenskins around burst into laughter.

The beast warlord called Gold Fang widened his eyes and uttered a string of curse words taught by Brother Mao himself. The fleet also suddenly increased its speed, as if it was going to kill Gada directly.

But at this moment, the orc warlord who occupied the body of another strange boy stepped forward to mediate.

"For the love of my brothers, we should solve this with a big Waaagh!!"

This orc warlord looked quite inconspicuous, standing only about 2.5 meters tall, even shorter than Gada, who hadn't entered the mecha. However, the decorations on his body were very eye-catching.

He wore ceramite armor plates painted dark green and carried a priest's staff, a power weapon he had undoubtedly stripped from the body of a fallen Imperial Fists Chapter Chaplain.

And he did call himself a pastor.

Like the priest, he also wore a helmet made of a huge orc skull on his head - that was the former WarBoss of their tribe. It was said that he was hit on the head with a scepter by the priest while he was sleeping in the middle of the night.

The orcs weren't averse to sneak attacks, but that didn't stop them from looking down on this orc warlord who called himself a priest based on his physique. Most of the other orc boys thought the same, so the priest's faction was the smallest of the three orc groups.

But this guy is indeed the most organized and the best at speaking among them.

"It was in my dream that I heard the call of the two brothers, Gao Mao, pointing us to the path to the shrimps' mechanical lair. This dispute should also be decided in the presence of the two brothers!"

The priest slammed his staff hard. "Whoever captures Xiami's lair first will surely attract the attention of the two great warlords! Become the most powerful warlord! The great warlord above all other warlords! All of us must obey the orders of the great warlord. That is the true way to resolve conflicts!"

This rhetoric did not focus on the current conflict, but the blueprint he described did attract Jin Ya and Gada. Under his mediation in the name of "Go Mao and Ge", the conflict between Jin Ya and Gada was temporarily suppressed.

Gada chuckled and ordered his fleet to advance at full speed: "Golden Teeth boy, I'm waiting for the day when you call me boss!"

The orc fleet that arrived first also accelerated at this moment. The engines of the Gold Fang Fleet were still in the adjustment period after jumping into the subspace. No matter how he beat and scolded them, the technical guys and fart spirits under him could not figure out a way to let the fleet catch up with Gada.

He angrily opened the communication with the pastor and yelled at him angrily:

"What kind of idiotic idea did you come up with? Our boat isn't as fast as his! In the end, that kid Gada will definitely be the boss first! If you don't give me an explanation, I'm going to chop you up and make mushroom wine!"

"Not urgent."

The priest appeared calm and composed, his eyes gleaming with wisdom. "Those shrimps won't go without resistance. Let's let his troops explore the way for us first."

Gold Teeth still couldn't understand, and the priest couldn't help but lament the beast boss's lack of comprehension. But considering he was part of the plan, he patiently explained, "Gada is the strongest among us. You're not really going to let him become the boss, are you? Wait until he and Xiami get into a bloody fight, and then we'll take advantage of that opportunity to kick his ass!"

Jin Ya's eyes rolled and he understood: "Just like Brother Mao!"

He chuckled and said, "You're really smart, but from now on, my boy and I will take the lead!"

He made no secret of his greed for the position of great warlord, while the priest flattered him superficially. The two beasts' fleets followed the track left by Gadda and also sailed towards Maxim.

On Maximus, the army, having received news of the greenskins' attack, was on high alert.

Leon had already made a preliminary analysis of the size of the greenskin fleet from the information sent back before the observatory was destroyed. He knew that this battle would not be more complicated than he had imagined.

Chapter 89: Collapse of Orbital Defense.

A battleship converted from a strike cruiser, four cruiser-sized Orc warships, and seventy to eighty assault ships smaller than Sword-class frigates. This was the strength of the leading Gada fleet.

"These orcs can actually transform a cruiser into a 15-kilometer-long battleship..."

Looking at the images captured by the equipment, Commander Hayes couldn't help but wonder, "How on earth did they manage to use a cruiser's engine to make this giant move?"

"It doesn't matter. We don't need to understand the orcs' affairs so clearly."

Li Ang never dwelled on this.

A behemoth is naturally threatening in a head-on space battle, but the same cannot be said for harassment tactics. Leon does not intend to follow the traditional thinking of the Empire and let the fleet hold on to the planet's orbit until the last moment.

On the contrary, he had already ordered the fleet through Hayes to find opportunities to harass the remaining two orc fleets on their own.

Although the orcs' method of transforming warships is incredible, their Waagh energy that can make anything they want is not truly omnipotent.

Although they were able to make this cruiser, which had been forcibly transformed to the size of a battleship, move, anyone could see how clumsy and rigid the ship was.

Haisna's expeditionary fleet, led by the Retribution-class battleships, was comparable in strength to a single Orc fleet. However, in terms of agility, the Retribution-class Gaar, armed with twenty-four macrocannons, was nothing compared to the Orc battleships.

If they wanted to engage in a decisive battle, the expeditionary fleet would inevitably be delayed and trapped in the encirclement of the Orc fleet. However, if they harassed the Orc fleet from a distance, the Orc fleet would probably be completely helpless.

Of course, it is difficult to fundamentally weaken the power of the orcs in a short period of time by doing this, but as long as it can delay the arrival of the other two fleets, it will be considered a victory in Leon's mind.

"The Ork fleet lacks the ability for orbital bombardment, so the next battle will be mainly on the ground."

Li Ang clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention to himself: "Everyone, let's do as we planned. Success or failure depends on this!"

Facing the orc fleet, the first to open fire was the Maxim Orbital Defense System, which had been taken over by Leon.

The Orc warships lacked void shields, but the junkyards scattered throughout the hulls served as their best camouflage. The defense array's Cogitator system shrieked, unable to determine the Orc warship's vital points. Random aiming, relying on luck, became the best option.

However, the orbital defense firepower of the third-level forge world was too weak. Although the priests operating the large laser cannons fired with all their might, the weak beam barrage could not pose a substantial threat to the leading Ork battleships.

The priests also tried to launch a wave of torpedoes. However, these space torpedoes were as ineffective as laser beams, and the priests did not even catch the flash of torpedo explosions from the Ork battleships.

This result made the priests, who were convinced that the torpedo's machine spirit was in optimal condition, look at each other in bewilderment.

It can actually prevent a torpedo from exploding? What kind of power is this?

But just as the priests were puzzled, the advancing orc battleships had already brought the orbital defense space station within their range.

"They actually fired a bunch of iron rods to humiliate us! Boys, put the iron rods in the barrel and shoot them back, so that the shrimps can also taste the humiliation!"

Gada, who gave the order, personally lifted a large piece of iron that had just been shot in. He stuffed the torpedo into his favorite "very heavy cannon" and shot it out with his own hands.

The torpedo penetrated the outer wall of the space station and penetrated into the command center of the space station.

Once again the priests looked at one another.

What's going on? Are they worried their torpedoes won't explode, so they're sending them back for inspection?

A few brave priests actually went forward to check the status of the torpedo, but as soon as they connected the torpedo, the expressions on their faces changed from solemn to horrified.

"It's normal! And it's about to explode!"

No one cared anymore why the torpedo hadn't exploded on the Ork battleship. Everyone rushed out of the door, but the exploding torpedo quickly swallowed up all their struggles.

Maxim's orbital defenses lasted less than ten minutes before being destroyed.

Gadar's greenskins cheered as they watched the space station explode into a ball of fire. Gadar himself was also filled with confidence, as if he had already seen this small planet conquered by him, and the remaining two orc warlords could only surrender before him with unwilling faces.

"Clear all those shrimps' space buildings!"

He proudly announced: "Prepare lots and lots of rocks. I'm going to lead you to kill all the shrimps on the ground!"

"Waaagh!"

The greenskins responded enthusiastically to their boss's request. They quickly cleared the entire spaceport and pushed the meteorite with its crudely made engine onto the deck.

Batch after batch of boys boarded these hollowed-out meteorites, and the orcs still on board either pushed them down or loaded them into cannons and fired them. In a short while, a spectacular meteor shower appeared in the daylight over Maxim.

Most of the places where these meteorites landed were concentrated near the sub-hives. They had obviously determined where the Empire's garrison was focused and wanted to have a good fight with the Empire as soon as possible.

No soldier had the mind to appreciate such a spectacle. Each of them gripped his weapon tightly and stared at the meteor sliding down from the sky with slightly nervous eyes.

At this point, the commander no longer needed orders. The Astra Militarum's Hydra anti-aircraft artillery had already begun roaring, and the dense barrage of bullets shattered some of the boulders. But this was far from enough, and they even raised their Basilisk artillery to fire into the air.

Artillery that is not specialized in anti-aircraft fire has no accuracy at all, but accuracy is no longer needed at this time. Even if you just fire the shells randomly into the air, the flying shell fragments can take away a few unlucky green guys.

But it doesn't matter anymore. A large number of orcs have fallen to the ground. Even if a few unlucky ones are killed, it can't stop the spread of the green tide.

The green guys couldn't wait to climb out of the boulders. Realizing that there was a battle to fight, they opened their mouths wide in excitement and roared at the Astra Militarum.

“Waaagh!!!”

The roaring waves frightened many Astra Militarum soldiers, but the weapons in their hands and the urging of the political commissars behind them once again gave them courage. They raised their laser rifles and pulled the triggers at the roaring orcs, instantly hitting the greenskins who had just landed and making them unable to raise their heads.

But this is only temporary.

An assault boat with knife-like ramming horns penetrated deeply into the ground. In the dust, a large mecha about six meters tall appeared in front of everyone.

Gada appeared on the battlefield with his big iron can!

Chapter 90: Limited Counterattack.

Big things tend to attract everyone's attention. Nearly half of the firepower on the Astra Militarum position was attracted by this iron can, but the lasers they fired were all swallowed up by this giant iron can of death.

The Astra Militarum's lasguns couldn't even make a focus on its jagged armor plating.

And in the iron cockpit that looked like Gogo's head, Gada was manipulating the giant iron can of death and raised the giant click cannon on the can's arm.

The cannon was thick and short, looking a bit ridiculous, but no soldier dared to underestimate its power. Expecting it to fire a high-explosive round, they retreated into the trench, hoping to avoid the ensuing explosion. But Gada's target wasn't them.

He aimed his Kaka cannon at the Leman Russ tank that was holding off the Orc boys' firepower on the defensive line, and thought:

"I think this one will penetrate!"

The iron-like shell slowly arced across the surface. No one thought it could penetrate the thick front armor of the Leman Russ. However, the shell, lacking kinetic energy, smashed a hole in the Leman Russ and penetrated into the tank's interior.

Without any time to react, the tank exploded horribly. The force of the blast tore off the turret, and the metal fragments that flew out like cannonballs mowed down the infantrymen who had built the Leman Russ defenses like wheat.

This terrible disaster even affected several nearby Chimera personnel carriers. These armored vehicles were caught in the explosion of the Leman Russ, and the flying metal fragments penetrated their relatively thin armor plates, causing them to explode as well.

The commander of the Star Legion on the front line felt his mouth dry and his tongue parched: "How is this possible?!"

Of course, he couldn't assert that such a thing was completely impossible, but in the eyes of professional priests, the probability of this series of chain reactions happening would not be higher than 0.001%.

But this is the orcs. Their power of imagination can make one coincidence after another pile up together, becoming a harsh reality that every commander has to face.

Gadar roared with satisfaction as he gazed at the metal debris scattered across the defenses. Such a significant victory also rekindled the excitement of the greenskins, who had just been suppressed to the point of being unable to raise their heads.

"Boss, boss, boss!"