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

These words sounded like a challenge to the dead orc warlord, or like a soliloquy. He pulled out a rag with a new totem on it, imitating a red dragon head.

It was a grinning red orc face, and in his opinion, it was the symbol of his identity.

"I am Xie Ri! I will definitely become the fastest master of the technique!"

Chapter 115: Unexpected Questioning.

Seeing that the Hunter successfully broke away from the battleship, Leon breathed a sigh of relief.

He stuffed the soul stone back into the solar battle axe, not caring about the objection of the soul itself.

He guessed that the elves inside were cursing some very ugly dirty words, but it didn't matter. He couldn't communicate directly with psychic energy, so he couldn't hear any dirty words Douya cursed.

Leon did not accompany the raid on this ship, remaining on board the Excelsior to oversee the operation. This was due to both safety considerations and the fact that he was the only one who could prepare a backup plan.

The backup plan is to transmit psychic energy through the soul stone.

Most forge worlds have a ban on the research of psychic technology, but the severity of this "ban" is far less than the ban on AI.

After all, the Adeptus Mechanicus itself often has to produce some psychic-related technological products for the Empire.

As a sage with achievements in all aspects, Leon certainly also masters some techniques related to psychic power.

After all, he had dug up the graves of several elves.

Energy shields, solar-powered battle axes... the Eldar technology in Warhammer largely mirrors the Protoss technology in StarCraft. Although Leon's mastery is still rudimentary, he has already achieved a preliminary teleportation similar to that of the Protoss using psychic powers.

Of course, he himself has no psychic powers, so if he wants to teleport, he can only use something that has psychic power as a guide.

For example, the soul stone in his hand.

This soul stone can act as a crystal tower for the Protoss during the teleportation process. If things are impossible, Leon can use the teleportation beacon carried by Amidel as a location, and at the cost of consuming the soul stone, teleport everything in a small area back.

But the teleportation technology he currently mastered was unable to specify a target, and he would inevitably be teleported back with a piece of green skin.

What kind of fun could a group of greenskins make on this strike cruiser that has been riddled with holes by boarding torpedoes... Leon was not sure.

But at least it didn't get to that point.

It doesn’t matter what happens to the elves in the soul stone. At least he doesn’t have to consider changing weapons during this period.

He turned his head to look at Thorne who was standing beside him. Thorne nodded and connected the communication with the fleet commander Matt Horner.

"Colonel Horner, the operation to rescue the Black Templars has been completed. Please command the fleet to provide cover for the Hunter. As long as we can retrieve the Hunter, we will escape from this place."

Horner's face turned pale. "I understand, Master Sage Leon."

He asked again: "Excuse me, how many angels' lives have we saved?"

"Six hundred and forty-three, Captain Horner. The Imperial Navy's sacrifices were worth it."

"I hope so, my lord."

There was a reason why Horner looked pale. In this rescue operation, the Imperial Fleet suffered irreparable losses.

The Black Templars' Abomination did not survive until their reinforcements arrived. The battle barge, which was boarded by too many Orks, launched an escape pod carrying gene-seed at the last moment and detonated the battleship's plasma reactor, perishing along with the Orks on board.

The Imperial fleet that came to support recovered the gene seeds of the Black Templars, but the outnumbered Imperial Navy did not gain any advantage in the head-on battle with the Orks.

The two Ork fleets together had two battleships and eight cruisers, which was exactly twice the number of Imperial warships.

At this time, a more flexible combat method should be adopted, but boarding torpedoes are not flexible. In order to meet the Black Templars returning via boarding torpedoes, the Imperial Fleet can only hold the front and engage the Orks.

The Orks' unscientific structure made their naval gunfire even more intensive than that of the Empire. Even if their accuracy wasn't great, as long as their direction was roughly right, they could deplete the void shield's energy reserves.

Although the structural defense of the Imperial warships is also excellent, when the enemy's firepower is more than two or three times that of ours, the failure of the void shield means death.

The Imperial Navy lost two cruisers and seven frigates in this battle. Although they also destroyed five Ork cruisers and countless small boats, the growing gap between them and the Ork capital ships made every Marine officer involved in the operation despair.

If it weren't for the sudden internal conflict among the orcs at the end...

The battered Imperial fleet had no intention of taking advantage of the Orks' internal strife. The remaining Imperial warships began to gradually withdraw from the battle line with the Greenskins. Thunderhawk gunships carrying Space Marines departed from the Excelsior to pick up the Space Marines who had been scattered across the Imperial fleet to prevent the Orks from boarding.

Thorne deployed a team of five to ten men on each warship. The sinking of nine Imperial warships meant that they lost nearly fifty Space Marines whose seeds could not even be recovered.

Fortunately, Leon's personal forces were not lost. When the Hunter docked with the Excelsior, veterans of the Second Legion came down from above and carried down several seriously injured soldiers, some with crippled bodies and whose brain membranes had activated.

Li Ang performed some emergency treatment to keep them alive. All that was left was surgery in the treatment room to repair their limbs. They would be back in action in as little as two weeks.

But Thorne, who accompanied Leon to welcome the triumphant return of these veterans, discovered something wrong with the wounded who were carried down.

"Your suspended animation membrane...is it still effective?"

The soldiers of the Second Legion looked at each other, not knowing how to answer this question.

What does it mean to be effective? Can this thing be invalid?

Li Ang's heart skipped a beat.

He did not ignore this detail, but now that it was mentioned like this, he always had a bad feeling.

To fill the losses during the Heresy, the Imperial Fists broke with previous recruitment standards, absorbing countless mortals who could be transformed from all over the world, and performed large-scale transformation operations on them to fill the gaps left by casualties.

In order to speed up the transformation, the Imperial Fists' pharmacists simplified the transformation surgery with Dorn's approval. They deleted the strong acid salivary glands and suspended animation meninges during the operation. This move can speed up the transformation of the Imperial Fists by nearly 40%.

However, this action also caused the gene seeds of the Crash Team to begin to degenerate. Even if the Space Marines who were transformed using the gene seeds left by the Crash Team had these two organs implanted correctly, these two organs would not function.

This deterioration had already begun in the middle of the Heresy. With the Second Founding's split, these quickly trained Astartes were assigned to the various daughter chapters of the Imperial Fists, so that now almost all Imperial Fists no longer possess these two superhuman organs.

The explanation isn't difficult, after all, their characterizations are veterans of the Cthulhu War. A little deduction suggests they became Astartes long before the middle of the Heresy...

"Captain Thorne, why do you ask such a question?"

Li Ang asked knowingly.

Chapter 116: A Little "Surprise" After Questioning

"As the price of victory at the Siege of Terra, most Imperial Fists have now lost their suspended animation membranes and acid salivary glands."

"So that's the case... but these warriors' transformations predate the Heresy. Chapter Master Thorn, I trust your suspended animation meninges and acid salivary glands are still functioning normally?"

Thorne nodded, confirming Leon's statement. But before Leon could say anything, he continued, "Because of this, I hope you can provide some gene seeds to the Imperial Fists after the war."

"?"

Leon didn't expect Thorne to make such a request. He frowned and gave Thorne a questioning look. Thorne frankly explained his thoughts.

"Although we are on the verge of destruction, this is also an opportunity to rebuild the Imperial Fists. I hope that we can use the most original gene-seed to rebuild a true Imperial Fists."

"Those warriors—despite the flaws in their gene-seed, I do not believe they are false Sons of Dorne."

Li Ang just wanted to pass over this topic.

"I'm not denying the glory of those warriors. Kurland is also a newly promoted son of Dorne, and even I admire his determination. But I also won't ignore the symbolic significance of gene-seed. A mother group with a sound gene-seed will inevitably gain far greater appeal than before."

Thorne looked at the Black Templars on the side. A small number of Black Templar warriors had returned with the Hunter. They were passing by Thorne and Leon and returning to their own organization.

Black Templars...

Leon had a judgment in his mind about Thorne's thoughts.

The Black Templars are a successor group formed by Sigismund, the former captain of the Imperial Fists.

At the behest of the Codex Astartes, Dorn personally reorganized the Imperial Fists into a standard Codex Order, demonstrating their obedience to the Codex. However, believing Guilliman to be a complete tyrant, he distributed all of the Legion's treasures to his most favored son, Sigismund, forcing him to form the Black Templars, a successor order that exploited the Codex's loopholes.

Among these treasures was even the Queen of Glory-class battleship, the Eternal Crusade, which was given to him by the Emperor.

That was the original flagship of the Seventh Legion.

Although the Imperial Fists still sit on Terra, commanding the ancient star fortress, the Phalanx, Dorn's personal favoritism has given the Black Templars an influence among the Sons of Dorn comparable to that of the Imperial Fists.

This problem is actually not a big deal. After all, the Imperial Fists are stationed on Terra all year round. Having a leader who is always fighting outside is a good thing for the Imperial Fists.

But as the Imperial Fist faces utter destruction and the final wall rises once again...

"Are you worried about the leadership of the final wall?"

Li Ang pointed out the key point incisively.

"I do think about that."

Thorne replied: "But in any case, rebuilding an Imperial Fist without genetic defects is definitely a matter of great benefit to future generations."

"I think you should consult your captain on this matter. In the end, the High Wall reunited the Sons of Dorne, but it was only a warband."

Leon carefully composed his words, not wanting his excuse to seem too direct: "Kurland is the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists. He should make the decision on what to do."

Thorne looked at Leon, his eyes sharp.

"I thought you weren't so disciplined, Sage Leon."

"I am simply respecting the current rules. Castle Lord Ivander has entrusted these honorable warriors to me, and I must be responsible for them to the end."

Thorne's gaze flickered between Leon and the soldiers of the Second Legion. After a long pause, he slowly nodded.

"You are right, Sage Leon. I am only the Chapter Master of the Fists of the Paragon, and I certainly cannot act presumptuously. However, if I die on the battlefield, I will donate my last gene-seed to the Imperial Fists as a former Imperial Fists warrior."

Li Ang felt secretly bitter in his heart.

This might seem like a step back, but in reality it was an act of coercion. Thorne had been the first to make this declaration, so how could Armidale and the others, also veterans of the Imperial Fists, not be moved by it?

Although I only promised to hand over the seeds after I died in battle, since this is war, sacrifice is inevitable. When the time comes, I will hand in the seeds, and the pharmacist will examine them...

Leon clearly understood that Thorne did not trust them yet.

Of course, rebuilding the Imperial Fists was his true intention, and he would indeed give his gene-seed to the Imperial Fists upon his death. However, beyond that, he clearly also saw this idea as an opportunity to further explore.

As the man who took over as Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists after Kurland's death, this veteran soldier from the Heresy era was indeed quite capable.

The situation had developed to this point, and they could no longer shirk responsibility. Armidale, understanding the situation, took a step forward and said solemnly:

"Unlike the current Imperial Fists, we will inherit the will of Lord Evander. But before that, if we die in battle, we will also contribute to our Legion as Imperial Fists."

"But these things will have to wait until we return to the Phalanx."

Li Ang added on the side.

This answer satisfied Thorne. His brow relaxed, and his doubts were put to rest. "Perhaps this is the final contribution we, the remnants of the old days, can make to the Imperial Fists today."

He nodded slightly to Li Ang and the others as a sign of respect, then took his leave.

He still needed to deploy the warriors of the Excelsior and the Fist of Exemplary, so he really couldn't stay here for long.

But as soon as he left, Leon and the veterans of the Second Legion looked at each other again.

"What do we do now?"

Armidale asked.

It was cool to pretend to be veterans of the Imperial Fists to infiltrate the Last Wall, but now they seem to be facing the backlash of this decision.

"What else can be done?"

Li Ang waved his hand: "If it's difficult, then don't do it!"

There is no solution to this problem now, but it is still a long time before the Imperial Fists return to the mountain formation, and there may be a turning point in the future.

It wasn't that Leon was overly optimistic, it was just the only way he could do it now. He had already distorted the opening of Beast Wars beyond all recognition, so if he insisted on making any inferences based on the original plot, it would be better to deal with it later.

The veterans thought about it and realized the same thing, so they simply stopped worrying about it.

Li Ang rubbed his hands and said, "Compared to these, did you guys get anything good from the orcs?"

This is what he cares more about now.

The veterans of the Second Legion laughed. After spending quite some time together, they already understood Leon's character.

This rebellious sage was quite easy to please, as long as there was something new and exciting, he would be very satisfied.

"The battle was fierce, but we did find something different."

Armidale clapped his hands and signaled Technical Sergeant Gamas to bring up the items they had previously retrieved. "You'll be surprised when you see this."

This statement piqued Li Ang's curiosity, and he stretched his neck out in anticipation. What he saw was indeed surprising.

"Greenskin? Why did you bring a greenskin back?!"

Chapter 117: Special Orcs.

The orc imprisoned in the iron cage was brought out by Gamas. Leon's eyes widened, and the eyes of the surrounding Black Templars began to gather here.

Leon grabbed Amidel, and the group pushed and shoved their way back to the Hunter, avoiding the sight of others.