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

"Waaaagh!"

Gold Teeth's outstanding record of dismantling a tank with bare hands won him the admiration of countless boys. A huge amount of Waaagh's power gathered in Gold Teeth's body, making him even stronger after being injured.

These are the orcs, a brutal and unreasonable race.

A killing machine born purely for combat!

The surging greenskin wave was led by Goldfang, and all the greenskins were further strengthened in such a battle. No longer blocked by the firepower of the Space Marines, they began to advance continuously.

The humans, who failed to concentrate their fire and instead lost a tank, were no longer able to hold their front line. Although their combat skills allowed them to retreat in an orderly manner, they did not have much space to retreat.

"The front row retreats and reorganizes the defense line! Keep firing from the back, focusing on clearing out the orcs approaching the tanks. We must hold on to the last tank!"

Armidale issued an order, and the Leman Russ, originally stationed as a mobile fortress on the front line, had to retreat hastily. However, Gold Fang clearly did not want to let go of the other tank.

Gaal formed a formation with several other warriors armed with muskets. They engaged the Black Templars, who had been forced back by the warlords, hoping to use their spears to restrict the orc warlords' movements and then deliver direct blows with their molta. However, Goldfang wasn't truly a rigid heavy armored warrior. He casually shifted his position to face the side of the ship, and Gaal and his companions immediately hesitated.

If you try to launch the melta, you will inevitably penetrate the side of the ship, and then the entire lower deck will be exposed to outer space!

The moving Leman Russ could not use the piercing concussion cannon, but the twin 90mm cannons could not provide enough supporting firepower.

The orc army had already taken advantage of the situation and pressed forward. If they continued to stalemate with the orcs, the gunnery squad would be isolated and surrounded by the orcs. Amidel had no choice but to give up the idea and let Gale and his men retreat first.

But they must hold back the orc warlord, otherwise the evacuation operation is doomed to fail!

This was no longer the time to hold back. Isaga took a deep breath and shouted to Amidel, "I'll try using the Think Tank's methods!"

He summoned his psychic energy and tried to use mental attacks to hold back the orc warlord, but the psychic attacks that had always been effective seemed particularly weak now.

His psychic energy penetrated Gold Tooth's brain like a sharp needle, but the strength of a Beta-class psyker and his previous diligent psychic training were nothing but a joke in front of the orc. As soon as the high-ranking priest and think tank penetrated the warlord's brain, he felt his psychic energy being enveloped by a vast ocean of thought power.

Before he could even figure out how to inflict harm on the warlord in this situation, he felt as if he had been hit on the back of his head with a club. Just as he was about to turn around to see what was going on, he felt as if he had been hit on the face by an even harder blow.

Isaga struggled in pain, cutting off the psychic link and trying to tell Armidale about the situation. But after mumbling for a long time, he realized that all he could utter were vulgar orc syllables!

He screamed, "Waaaagh!"

Armidale drew his katana and struck Isaga on the back of the head with the hilt, knocking him unconscious. He had no idea what the think tank had been through, but it was clear that he could no longer provide any help in the current situation.

He gripped his sword tightly and strode forward to meet the unstoppable orc warlord.

"I'll deal with him!"

He warned sternly: "Concentrate your firepower to repel the other orcs!"

The retreating tanks had already re-mounted their piercing and concussion cannons, and the battle looked like it could still be held. But all this depended on Armidale being able to hold off the orc warlord.

Armidel swung his sword, and the red leaves brought out a burst of flames. Although the sword's slashing and disintegrating stance had no effect on the adamantium plate implanted in the warlord's body, Armidel's goal was not to do so.

He nimbly dodged the enemy's attack, and using the sword's length advantage, he turned around and slashed at Jin Ya's neck. Although Jin Ya blocked the attack, he had verified his suspicion by cutting a piece of flesh from Jin Ya's arm.

The armor plates inside the warlord's body do not cover the entire body, but only the front part where it is the largest.

Beheading was naturally the quickest way to end this battle, but the warlord clearly knew this. He would rather be hacked several times by Armidale than not protect his own head.

That being the case...

The continuous attacks made the enemy feel uncomfortable, and the enemy's body was hit by the continuous attacks. The enemy's body was hit by the continuous attacks, and the enemy's body was hit by the continuous attacks.

He is waiting for an opportunity.

It would be difficult for him to get this opportunity alone. But soon, a breaker appeared here.

"Alien! I swear in the name of the Grand Marshal that you will not escape!"

Bosimondo, holding high the sword of the Grand Marshal, appeared here!

The Black Templars had originally been hunting down the Orc warlord to retrieve the Black Sword. Now that the warlord had appeared here, Armidel expected these overzealous Astartes to show up as well.

Despite the gap in strength, their courage more than made up for it. The Black Templars broke through the herd and joined the battle from behind. Bosimond led the way, wielding his sword to kill any orcs who dared to stand in his way, and then roared:

"Hand over the black sword!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't even care about your garbage!"

This made Bosimonde even angrier: "Then use your head to answer for it, alien!"

He leaped high, intending to use the Grand Marshal's sword to take the warlord's head. Although he looked down on Bosimonde, the divine weapon in his hand still made Jin Ya dare not neglect it.

He first forced Armidale back, then turned around and blocked Bosimonde with one hand. Although the opponent's sharp blade did leave a deep wound on his arm that could be seen to the bone, Gold Tooth, who was already covered in wounds, did not care.

These scars are all his achievements, and the guys who admire these achievements will only make him more domineering and powerful!

He used his other hand to grab the falling Bohemund, used him as a throwing weapon, and threw him hard into the crowd.

"Weakling canned food! You don't deserve your weapon!"

The thrown Bosimonde knocked down several Astartes who were unable to dodge in time, but his recklessness had bought Armidel time. Armidel, standing behind him, leaped high, and the sharp blade of Red Leaf slashed directly at Gold Fang's head!

The orc warlord in front of him, who was more than six meters tall, had obviously reached the standard of a monster, and the move he was going to use was naturally that one.

Ascend the dragon!

Jin Ya was no fool. He turned around, lowered his head, and stretched out his hands to grab Amidel's sword, obviously wanting to stop this move before it could be fully formed.

But Armidale’s target was never the head.

The falling sword was just a feint. He raised the blade, dodging Jin Ya's large hand and stabbing it into Jin Ya's shoulder blade with the tip of the blade.

A flash of cold light pierced the orc's heart. Gold Fang's eyes widened, but he was powerless to stop it. Armidale twisted the hilt, ensuring that the blade and the explosion of flames simultaneously crushed the orc's heart.

He drew his sword and landed lightly, putting some distance between him and Gold Fang. He observed Gold Fang's condition, but found that the orc warlord had not fallen.

Armidale frowned, realizing the attack wasn't very effective.

"You shrimp...!"

Gold Teeth looked at Amidel with resentment. He could feel a part of his heart no longer beating. The once endless power now faded along with the shattering of his heart, leaving him feeling a little exhausted.

But the humiliated anger replaced that heart and became his new source of motivation.

"I underestimated you, but you won't stand a chance of touching my second heart!"

He roared and announced the reason why he did not fall. The orcs who had been stunned by the sight of their leader being severely injured went crazy again.

"Second life, second life!"

"Up and down, left and right, Baba! Waaaagh!"

The orcs once again charged at the defensive line, their relentless onslaught putting the Astartes' defenses at risk. Armidel fended off the warlords, but none of the remaining Astartes were strong enough to hold him back, leaving him with no chance for a second attack.

But killing this orc warlord is not the necessary goal of this operation...

Realizing there was no chance, Armidale waited for a signal.

"Excelsior Strike Cruiser returns!"

The company's newly trained technical sergeant, Gamas, brought the news he had been waiting for: "They have entered the designated position and are firing return torpedoes at us!"

But the news Gamas brought was not exactly what he wanted.

"There's another Ork battleship moving in here too... They seem to be trying to block our launch window!"

Chapter 112: Evacuation in progress.

Internal and external cooperation!

Sandwiched between two sides!

Half of what the Tech Sergeant had told him was what Gold Fang wanted to hear. Even though Gold Fang hadn't proposed the plan, he couldn't help but puff out his chest with pride when he thought about how he had been involved.

"Shrimp!"

He laughed wildly: "Your doom has come!"

He was already thinking about how he was going to torture these ignorant shrimps on the battleship. At the very least, he had to get back at the debt he had previously suffered. But Armidale didn't panic. He just confirmed, "How about boarding torpedoes?"

"Everything has been moved to the lower deck!"

"Then launch the boarding torpedoes first!"

Gamas took the order and began to command the Felyne to assemble the torpedo launcher. He also asked the technical sergeants of the Black Templar to assist him.

The so-called launcher is an improvement on the Ork cannon. But the principle of the Ork weapon itself is a mess driven by my own thinking. The technical sergeants of the Black Templars spent a lot of time on it, but in the end they still couldn't figure out the principle of the Ork naval gun.

"That's impossible."

He denied it: "Not only does the caliber not match the torpedo, I can't even find the launch device on it. How on earth are you going to..."

Gamas interrupted him: "That's not your task. Fey Cat will take care of the modification. You just need to command the Servitor to load the torpedoes."

"You mean those aliens you brought with you? I still don't understand..."

But soon, the Felynes dispelled the technical sergeant's doubts with practical actions.

They leaped onto the weapons the orcs had assembled using their power of thought, and with blinding speed began to modify the orcish cannons. As their power of thought was damaged, these already counterintuitive weapons began to loosen. However, the gradually luminous pale golden spirit within Fey-cat transferred to these now more scientifically designed weapons, restoring their structure.

Combining science and psychic power, they completed the transformation of orc weapons.

The Black Templars' soldiers were stunned: "These aliens..."

"Elu cat."

Gamas corrected.

The technical sergeant immediately changed his tone: "They are indeed our good partners."

The boarding torpedoes were immediately loaded into the modified ship's guns, and the Astartes began to enter these torpedoes in batches. Isaga, who had recovered a little, picked up Bosimonde and led him to retreat towards the torpedoes.

Bosimonde's helmet had shattered, revealing his bloodstained face. The Imperial Fists' suspended animation membranes had failed, allowing him to remain conscious for the moment. He groaned in pain:

"We can't retreat yet... Black Sword..."

"It's already this late and you're still thinking about this! Retreat first!"

Isaga's stern rebuttal did not meet with Bosimonde's approval. The Grand Marshal struggled and said, "That is a weapon blessed by the Emperor! I will not let the glory of the Emperor be dishonored by the Black Templars' dereliction of duty!"

Isaga didn't waste any words. He slapped the man on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. Then, in the name of the priest, he gave the order to the Black Temple that had gathered around him:

"In the name of the Emperor, I demand that you live! You will serve the Emperor better by living than by dying here!"

The Black Templars didn't object. As warriors of the Divine Emperor's faction, they held a high regard for priests who, in their view, could communicate directly with the Emperor. Furthermore, they were well aware of their own Grand Marshal's weakness and, not wanting to lose Bosimonde, they could only acquiesce to this setback.

The wounded were the first to be evacuated. The group carried the Grand Marshal to the boarding torpedo, where an Elucat was already conducting final adjustments. As the torpedo was launched, the Elucat at the front took control, and the boarding torpedo sped toward the Excelsior. However, another Ork battleship was already blocking the torpedo's path.

Fortunately, the launch window wasn't completely blocked. Felucat steered the torpedo deftly through the gap. But the Orc battleship's close-in defense weapons began to roar.

Although their accuracy was poor, the Greenskins always won by sheer numbers. A dense hail of bullets rained down on the boarding torpedoes, and somehow, the torpedo carrying the Grand Marshal received special attention.

The durability of boarding torpedoes wasn't absolute, otherwise so many wouldn't be destroyed mid-flight. Isaga tried to hold up his psychic shield, but the previous damage had left it incredibly thin, and every time it stopped a round, Isaga's spirit felt like it was struck by lightning.

He groaned and wiped the blood that flowed from his mouth and nose.

Perhaps all they can do now is pray to the Emperor...

But suddenly, a cold psychic energy surged up, spreading along Isaga's mind and helping him stabilize the psychic shield covering the torpedo.

Isaga turned around in surprise. He noticed that this psychic energy was actually transmitted to him from the Felyne who was operating the torpedo at the front.

As long as it is used for retreat, how can a torpedo not be considered a cat vehicle?

The boarding torpedoes broke through the Ork interception, the melta bombs on their tips blasting through the cruiser's armor plating before plunging headfirst into the Paragon's strike cruiser. The well-prepared Paragon fighters, under Thorn's command, rushed forward, slicing through the torpedoes and extracting the wounded within.

The Felyne cats quickly boarded the return torpedoes on the cruiser, and they set off again to meet the remaining soldiers on the Orc battleship.

Return torpedoes are a modified version of boarding torpedoes. Although they are generally called boarding torpedoes, they do not carry melta bombs. Relatively mild, they are more suitable for use on warships that have been breached. The current Ork battleships and the strike cruisers that have been badly bombed by their own torpedoes are perfect for their use.

Another group of fighters were picked up by the returning torpedoes, even the mortal crew operating the Leman Russ was among them.

The evacuation operation is nearing its end, but the closer it gets to the end, the more critical the situation becomes.

Armidale was still locked in a struggle with the Orc warlord, but the massive evacuation of personnel had made the line on the lower deck untenable.

The guns that had been occupied by the Space Marines were once again occupied by the Orks. The remaining Astartes surrounded Armidale, fighting hard to cut a path to the torpedo.

As long as Armidel could hold back the orc warlord, this was possible. The remaining Felynx began to lay traps to delay the orcs, but Gamas brought bad news that no one wanted to hear.

"Another battleship has completely blocked the torpedo launch window!"

This meant that escape via torpedo was no longer possible.

Amidel's heart sank.

This wasn't their only means of escape, but trying to get back to the Hunter in this situation...

This doesn't seem very realistic either.