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

A steady stream of zombies continued to pour in, but the weapons on the defensive positions were out of action due to prolonged continuous shooting. The increasingly weak firepower could no longer stop the advance of the plague zombies.

The gang leaders who were holding their ground became increasingly desperate and turned back to seek advice from Li Ang. However, after searching around, they found that Li Ang had disappeared.

"People?!"

I'm such a big priest?!

The gang leaders looked at each other in disbelief. They couldn't believe that the oil man had just abandoned them.

"We still have the share of the transportation line he wants!"

One of the leaders saw it clearly: "Forget about the share. We only have so few people left. What share can we control?"

"What about us now?"

"Let's run! Choose different directions and run separately. Everyone should accept their fate!"

Even with limited effectiveness, the Life Cult's trump card still defeated the Bottom Nest Gang. The leader also joined the escape, completely declaring their defeat.

But before these gangs were completely defeated, they still caused enough casualties to the Nurgle zombies. Just when the Bishop of Life was full of confidence and had begun to imagine how he would turn the entire nest upside down after unifying it, the screams of the Nurgle believers interrupted his imagination.

The Nurgle Bishop came to his senses and looked in the direction of the screams, and found that several Nurgle believers who had been burned into torches were stumbling towards him.

These believers, purified by the flames, were already barely breathing. "Master, these are the false emperor's running dogs! They're coming...!"

The flames burning within them were precisely what the Nurgle faithful feared. Only a few brave enough stepped forward to help extinguish the flames. However, the promethium stained on their bodies, along with the sludge oozing from their own decay, acted as a perfect fuel for the flames. They could only watch helplessly as these "family members" collapsed to the ground, their bodies charred beyond recognition.

The same fear as that felt by gang members seeing Nurgle's zombies spread among the Nurgle believers. As the tanks rumbled forward, the Nurgle believers looked up in horror and found that a Leman Russ had appeared here at some point.

"Don't panic!"

The bishop tried to calm the believers' fears by shouting, "It's just a tank. It can't stop us!"

But several four-wheel drive vehicles with flamethrowers burned the newly improved appeasement to vain. They quickly entered the battlefield past the tanks, splashing flames, and coordinated with the siege tanks equipped with piercing shock cannons to completely stop the Nurgle believers from living.

The scene opens with the insertion of Hellion Chariots, and yellow-armored Space Marines armed with promethium flamethrowers appear on the battlefield.

"let's start."

Leon, who had disappeared, had somehow found himself in the Astartes' line. He pointed his hands forward and gave the order to start a general attack on the encirclement.

"Let the flames purify everything!"

Chapter 133: Chariot of Evil Fire.

The development of the Hellion was pure serendipity.

As long as we don't consider the subsequent transformation into a mecha bat mode upgrade, the technical content of this vehicle is not high, but Leon has never found a suitable template in the empire.

After all, the human empire has never attached importance to the research and development of high-mobility vehicles. Stacking armor and firepower is the right way in the eyes of the imperial army, which is good at fighting rough battles and playing positional confrontations.

As for the enemy's high-mobility vehicles?

As long as the firepower is dense enough, it's just a coffin running faster!

This guiding ideology left high-speed vehicles useless within the Empire, with only a handful of all-terrain karts being equipped by certain Space Marine chapters serving as specialized forces. Furthermore, the origin of these all-terrain vehicles was difficult to trace, with production lines reportedly only found on Mars and near the White Scars' homeworld of Chogris.

Li Ang didn't really want to go to those places to "borrow" templates for the Hellfire, and it would take too much effort to create something purely original on his own, so the development of this vehicle eventually came to nothing.

Unexpectedly, it was Xie Ri who finally figured this out.

Previously, on Maximus, the raging Ork 4WDs had caused considerable trouble for the Astra Militarum. As a newly promoted technical master, Xie Ri, having unlocked the hidden template within his genes, naturally also mastered the manufacture of the Ork 4WDs.

He told Leon he wanted to build something bigger and faster. Intrigued, Leon gave Xie Ri the blueprints for his Hellfire Chariot. Unexpectedly, this skilled tyrant actually built this unindigenized vehicle using the Orcs' 4WD.

Although the Hellion tank produced by the Greenskins has a wild appearance, the Hellion itself is a cheap vehicle. Painted red, it can run very fast and can also attack with a promethium flamethrower mounted on the roof.

A chapter servant served as the driver, and he did not need the cooperation of others to steer the four-wheeled chariot while pouring out hellfire.

The attack began with the arrival of the Hellion Chariots, which, with their extreme maneuverability, rushed into the crowd of Nurgle's followers in one fell swoop.

Due to the numerous swollen mutations on their bodies, the followers of Nurgle were notoriously clumsy. They had no time to react and were immediately ripped apart by the flames of the incoming Hellion Chariots.

The high-temperature jet engulfed the Nurgle zombies in the front. These resurrected dead people instantly turned into a pile of dry black charcoal, completely embracing death.

The Nurgle followers following these zombies wanted to fight back, but they were greeted by the Astartes advancing in formation.

The Astartes in the back row first used explosive bombs to blow these tenacious Nurgle believers into pieces, and then the warriors in the front row holding promethium flamethrowers sent these stubborn Nurgle believers into hell.

The plague power they were so proud of was no match for real fire!

The air was thick with the smell of scorched flesh, mingled with the stench of a virus purified by flames. Nurgle's followers screamed shrilly, but the sound quickly dissipated in the intense heat. Facing the Astartes' premeditated attack, how could the Bishop not understand that he had fallen into another trap set by the false emperor's minions?

But he was not unprepared.

"Hold on a little longer!"

He loudly reminded all the Nurgle believers present: "Once the army of the benevolent father arrives, these running dogs of the false emperor will be our prey!"

The Nurgle believers gathered together under his command. They wanted to use the guns at hand to defeat the Hellion Chariots that were constantly dividing the battlefield and strangling them one by one, but Leman Russ, who was set up at the intersection, quickly used his 180mm high-explosive bombs to teach them what it meant to not gather.

However, this target-shooting bombardment did not last long. Soon, a moving dark cloud swooped down from mid-air and blocked Leman Russ's bombardment.

It was a swarm of rot flies.

Driven by Nurgle believers, these little black bugs pounced on the tank, and they were so dense that they almost swallowed the body of the tank.

Although they couldn't penetrate the armor, they managed to squeeze into every crack and vent they could. The Imperial Fists guarding the tank quickly burned the rot flies with flamethrowers, but they still managed to disable the Leman Russ's not-so-sealed engine.

The stopped engine could no longer supply power to the energy battery, and the arc of the piercing shock cannon dimmed.

Li Ang frowned.

The Leman Russ's ancient HL232 V12 multi-fuel engine was robust and reliable enough to handle over 90% of battlefield situations, but it was still too weak to handle evil creatures.

Equipping it with a piercing shock cannon was originally a stopgap measure, but now it seems that upgrading the siege tank's body has to be put on the agenda.

Without the artillery support of Leman Russ, the grouped Nurgle cultists began to launch an effective counterattack. The high-temperature promethium flamethrowers were undoubtedly a powerful weapon against the plague, but the sparsely populated Astartes were still somewhat powerless against the hordes of Nurgle cultists.

This is mainly because the veterans of the Second Legion have not been dispatched. Considering that there are still forces lurking in the dark on this planet, Leon intends to use these warriors who have not yet shown their potential as his special forces.

"Isaga!"

Li Ang turned around and shouted the think tank's name: "Have you found it?"

Beads of cold sweat formed on Isaga's forehead. Locating Chaos Psionic Energy was a risky endeavor for a veteran think tank like him. "Almost there!"

His thoughts extended to the corrupted power that had been entangled after the mass deaths of Nurgle's followers. A magic circle, located somewhere unknown, was pulling these psychic energies in circles: "Just kill a few more Nurgle followers!"

Leon nodded. Although it was difficult, the suppression of Nurgle's followers had to continue.

But Bishop has more than just a Rot Fly. Seeing that Tank can no longer use his powerful railgun, he realizes it's time to unleash his ultimate weapon.

He raised his arms and shouted, "Sinner of the Father! Now is your only chance to prove yourself! Defeat them and let the Father see your worth again!"

The earth rumbled and trembled once more, but it was no longer the Leman Russ tanks that caused the tremors.

"It's a Chaos Egg!"

Thorne exclaimed. Having experienced the siege of Terra, he was no stranger to this kind of chaotic creation.

After all, many Chaos Space Marines suddenly turned into this thing while fighting.

The Chaos Egg was over five meters tall, its surface covered in twisted tumors, each protrusion wriggling and oozing dark green slime. Beneath it lay hundreds of wriggling tentacles, seemingly clumsy but not slow, dragging the deformed monster forward.

It rushed unstoppably from the intersection where the stalled Leman Russ was. The Leman Russ attempted to return fire with its two 90mm cannons. The armor-piercing shells that penetrated the Chaos Spawn caused it to howl in unspeakable pain, but the abundant power of Nurgle quickly repaired the wounds that had burst forth, restoring the Chaos Spawn to its original state.

The Chaos Spawn waved its deformed tentacles, and numerous tentacles rolled up Leman Russ. The more than 70-ton Leman Russ looked like a toy in front of it.

It even weighed the Leman Russ, as if relishing the dying despair of its mortal pilot.

But all it was greeted with was a grenade thrown from the open hatch.

"Roar!!!"

The humiliated Chaos Spawn roared and slammed Leman Russ into the rubble beside him. The twisted, scrap metal was instantly buried under the rubble. Leon only hoped that the brave mortal inside didn't die too painfully.

This is a chaos egg that could cause any mortal to be distorted and mutated just by looking at it!

After dealing with Leman Russ's Chaos Spawn, Leon rushed towards the Astartes who were besieging the followers of Nurgle. He stared at Isaga, waiting for him to complete his positioning.

As another Nurgle follower was transformed by the flames amidst the screams, Isaga, who had been keeping his eyes tightly shut, finally opened them wearily. Leon could see an unconcealable horror in the eyes of this seven-hundred-year-old veteran.

"Where is the ceremony?"

Leon asked.

“Everywhere!”

Leon didn't have time to dwell on what this "everywhere" meant. He ordered the other Astartes through the communication channel: "Stop attacking, retreat!"

Several Thunderhawk gunships circled down from the sky, using their four twin-barreled heavy bolters to sweep the landing area. With a load of thirty men, they picked up most of the monks on the ground. A number of Astartes and Hellion chariots were left behind as cover. Once the Thunderhawk gunships took off, the Hellion chariots dropped their trailers, and the remaining monks filed in.

"We can't let them escape!"

The Bishop's voice was so shrill it didn't sound human. Having paid such a huge price, he didn't want to see himself achieve nothing: "Chaos Spawn, leave them!"

The Chaos Spawn stood before the Hellion Chariots. It waved its tentacles, attempting to stop them all, but its desire for everything meant losing sight of everything else. The powerful thrust of the Hellion Chariots' powerful engines made handling the Chaos Spawn's lumbering pursuit seem like a game. They deftly circumvented the Chaos Spawn, alternating between cover and evacuation, swiftly retreating from the battlefield.

It's a pity that the followers of Nurgle cannot communicate with the Zerg Swarm in another universe, otherwise they would know how these tanks stole all the Zerg drones.

This battle against the followers of Nurgle ended in a great victory. However, the most excited person was not Leon or the other Astartes, but Evil Sun, who personally participated in the development of the Hellion Chariot.

"Quick, too fast!"

Watching the Hellion Chariot speeding away from the battlefield, Xie Ri danced beside Leon with joy: "It looks like a Squiggle with a firecracker on its tail! I never thought I could build such a cool thing with my own hands! Even if I die, it's worth it!"

Li Ang didn't say anything about this, but Xie Ri knew full well that his ability to create this thing was entirely due to the blueprints provided by this Silver-type Tech Master. After jumping up and down in excitement, this Tech Master approached Li Ang and bowed before him sincerely.

"Great master, please guide me!"

Noticing the strange looks from the Astartes around him, Leon kicked Xie Ri away.

"Let's talk again."

He said this perfunctorily.

To be honest, he doesn't dare to teach anymore.

At first, Li Ang just wanted to teach Xie Ri some science and technology. After all, what he needed were weapons that humans could use, not the garbage that I thought he couldn't use without the orcs.

But in the process of teaching Xie Ri, Leon discovered that the more detailed Xie Ri's understanding of the manufacturing process of something, the things he made lost the incredible effectiveness of traditional orc weapons.

This situation piqued Li Ang's interest, and he conducted repeated experiments on Xie Ri, ultimately figuring out the approximate range of my thinking power.

Orcs first need to have a general understanding of something before their intuition can begin to take effect. For example, they must at least know that a gun fires and makes noises. Only then can they create a gun that has nothing to do with firearms, but still fires and makes a lot of noise. However, if the principles of firearms are truly broken down and taught to them piece by piece, they will be unable to create a weapon with equally outrageous power and logic.

Simply put, knowing too much makes it difficult to think.

But this is actually more terrifying, because if their weapons do not require Waaagh energy to maintain their use, their power of thought will be used more to amplify weapon power and psychic attacks.

Just a moment's reflection made Leon sigh at the monstrosity the Old Ones had created. It was a good thing the Necrons had killed those orcs who truly understood technology. Otherwise, the galaxy would have been devoured by endless greenskins before the Great Devourer arrived.

Leon would not give up on using these "creative" greenskins for his own benefit. However, as the World Soul reminded him, Leon could not let these greenskins develop too much before finding a way to eliminate their "harmful" nature.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to create a domesticated clan with Xie Ri as the leader.

But that was all for later. The main thing now was to determine the ritual's location. The Astartes retreated back to their defensive perimeter. The Planetary Defense Forces took over most of the defenses, allowing the adepts, fresh from a fierce battle, to rest and recuperate within their positions.

During the break, Leon found all the senior leaders of the chapter, and those who were responsible for decision-making gathered together again. Now they finally had time to figure out why Isaga had said "everywhere" before.

"This magic circle is very large, almost covering half of the bottom nest."

Isaga explained, "This is why we couldn't determine the direction of the psychic energy before. It's too large, so the fel energy it absorbs will disperse and then merge into the ritual array, making it impossible for me to determine its specific direction."

This news was so shocking that everyone was silent for a while.

Who has the ability to set up such a large magic array silently?

The traitorous Inquisitor or Chaos Warband had been their first suspects, but unless the Inquisitor had hundreds of retainers or the Chaos Warband had dozens of ritual-expert Word Bearers, they wouldn't be able to preside over such a large ceremony.

But if there really were that many of them, how could the Imperial Fists have been tracking them for days without finding any trace of them?

Besides, a ritual array that is half the size of the bottom nest?

What exactly does the mastermind behind this want to do? Drag the entire Covenant Port into the warp?

Things became confusing once again, and everyone frowned and kept silent. Only Leon remembered something, and he asked Isaga further: "Have you confirmed the size of the magic circle? Have you confirmed how many nodes it has?"

"There are seven in total, excluding the center... What's going on?"

"Quantity is a very important factor. Through this factor, even the strange evil energy of the Warp can be analyzed scientifically."

"What science?"

Issachar was intrigued.