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

"The corrupted guards have deployed two main lines of defense along the factory. Most of them are controlled by demons. We are bound to encounter demons here that never engage in direct combat. It's important to note that the factory's production equipment has been corrupted by Chaos believers. Although slowly, they are indeed producing some half-human, half-mechanical demon engines."

"Any other points?"

Kurland asked.

"Of course, this is a sacrificial ritual after all. The more people die on the battlefield, the faster their ritual will progress. If we don't want that state church to become a permanent subspace anchor before we arrive, we must try to avoid unnecessary casualties."

"We'll be the spearhead of the offense."

Thorne said this was not a discussion, but a natural decision.

"You will certainly be the main force in the attack."

Leon adjusted his servoskull and presented the subsequent plan to everyone: "But before the general attack, we must first eliminate the surrounding strongholds controlled by the bewitched civilians while avoiding casualties—the casualties will not only be ours, but also those of the civilians. Only by eliminating these strongholds can the Underhive deploy to the front battlefield and contain the corrupted planetary defense forces and demons."

"You must take advantage of this diversion to break in and end their sacrificial ritual before casualties escalate on the outer battlefield. Inquisitor Frati Lena and Priest Isaga will join the battlefield after you secure control of the cathedral's perimeter."

"They will then use their knowledge to help you stop the ritual. I will be in charge of commanding the troops, minimizing casualties while also being on guard against unexpected situations."

"accidents?"

Amidel pressed the issue. Clearly more concerned about Leon's safety than attacking with the Final Wall, he asked, "Do we need to send some men to stay behind?"

"Don't worry, just leave the necessary garrison. If all goes well, I might be able to reach the battlefield with the Inquisitor and the Librarian."

The plan was perfect, but time was a problem. Servo Skull calculated that preliminary preparations for sweeping the stronghold while avoiding casualties would require approximately six days, which was just enough time for the battle moon to reach their heads.

However, no one, including the colonel and Neos, questioned the time.

Seeing that no one raised any questions, Leon clapped his hands, signaling the start of the plan. However, Neos, who was about to leave, was stopped by Leon, who intended to talk to Neos alone.

"I received a report that you personally led a team to repel a group of demons."

"Only one, my lord."

"That's a feat no one else can accomplish."

Le Ang looked at this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man. This guy, who was chosen by Le Ang just because he was the first one to stand out among the bottom nest people, really made Le Ang look at him with admiration.

He planned to further develop this man into the spiritual leader of the Underhive and even the entire mortal army. To do this, he had to come up with something more symbolic.

He waved to Elu Cat beside him, and Tom Cat and his companions, who were well prepared, came running over with a power sword. They handed the power sword painted in gold to Leon. Leon played with it in his hand for a while, and then handed it to Neos.

He noticed that Neos's expression was stunned for a moment.

This is normal, after all, the black sword is not meant to be used by mortals.

"The name of this sword is... Golden Sword."

Leon made up a story: "It is said that only those chosen by the Emperor can wield this weapon."

The black sword was in his hand for a long time but he couldn't figure out what it was. So, he simply changed the color of the black sword to imitate the legendary Emperor's Sword, and gave it to Neos as a symbol for temporary use.

Each of the ten black swords had a different shape, and this one was relatively small. Even though it wasn't designed for mortals, Neos, wearing CMC power armor, could still hold it.

"This weapon..."

Neos was obviously hesitant. He wanted to push the weapon back, but was rejected by Leon.

"I hope that you and this weapon can become a spiritual symbol. If you encounter a demon in battle, you might want to draw this weapon and give it a try."

At this point, Neos obviously couldn't refuse any longer. He could only accept the black sword: "It is my honor, sir."

-

After arranging the Black Sword's whereabouts, Leon's preparations were complete. The battle moon, whose outline had been visible since the third day, became their countdown.

The Inquisitor has been bringing new information to Leon. It is said that the orcs directly ignored the planet with the shipyard and the solar fleet, and rushed straight to the Covenant Port.

The Underhive, led by the Space Marines, destroyed most of the strongholds. Apart from some inevitable casualties, these civilians who were first bewitched by the demons and regained consciousness under the iron fist of the Astartes were all thrown into the weapons workshop of the Evil Sun and became free laborers.

Some followers of Tzeentch had infiltrated their ranks. They had intended to destroy the weapons production line, but were stunned when they saw the weapons' production process.

"How on earth did they produce weapons?!"

Their proposed unconventional methods proved ineffective under the even more devious production methods. All issues ultimately returned to the direct battlefield confrontation. When the Battle Moon appeared to be the size of the Moon itself over Covenant Harbor, the blast of the piercing shockwave cannons marked the beginning of the attack.

Facing the gaze of Lancelot next door who turned his head from time to time to glance at him, Neos drew out the black sword. He pointed the golden tip of the sword at the factory ruins where people were faintly visible, and as the leader, he gave the order for a general attack to the people of the bottom nest.

"Let's move forward!"

Chapter 146: Midnight Lord: I was thinking about it, and someone told me that greenskins can also be priests.

Li Ang didn't bring many siege tanks or reserve ammunition, but with some disposable artillery made by Xie Ri, he could fire a wave of barrage to cover the enemy positions.

The roar of the explosion ripped through the leaden sky, forcing even demons to temporarily avoid the blast's edge. Taking advantage of the enemy's defenses being pinned down, the Bottom Nest residents charged forward, risking being injured by their own artillery fire.

The enemy's woodcutters' guns only started firing when they were halfway through their charge, and such sparse firepower was clearly no longer enough to stop the momentum of the charge. The Hellion Chariots charged headfirst into the enemy's lines, using flamethrowers to clear a foothold in the enemy's fortifications.

Neos and his squad rolled into the enemy trenches that had been cleared by flamethrowers under enemy fire, but the planetary defense forces, who had long been corrupted by Chaos and turned into puppets, rushed towards them without hesitation, and the situation turned into a brutal hand-to-hand combat in an instant.

Firing a gun only required pulling the trigger, but close combat required decades of practice. In hand-to-hand combat, the inhabitants of the Underhive, who had only just learned how to fight, were clearly no match for the Planetary Defense Force, who still retained their fighting instincts.

A Bottombrooder attempted to stab the Corrupted Guardsman in the abdomen with his bayonet, but his clumsy attack was easily avoided by the other party. The other party's combat knife backhandedly chopped the Bottombrooder's shoulder, and he fell with a muffled groan, his blood staining the ground red.

Another member of the Bottom Nest who was facing this defense force immediately wanted to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but just as he raised his gun, he was taken a step ahead in the close combat. The combat knife slashed across his daka gun, forcing him into a corner.

The situation was in a state of near collapse from the very beginning.

But this does not include Neos.

Neos used the shoulder of his power armor to knock away the corrupted soldier in front of him, and the edge of the black sword was pointed directly at the Tzeentch demon who was manipulating these mortals behind the scenes. The Tzeentch demon who was trying to bewitch them had just uttered half a blasphemous word when the tip of the sword, which seemed to be shining with real golden flames, pierced his skull.

Azure flames burst out from his seven orifices, illuminating half of Neos' power armor into a glazed color.

The surrounding demons sensed that the demon had not returned to the Warp after its death, and similar to Leon's method of resolving the summoning ritual in the Underhive, they panicked and fled from this evil star. Neos, holding the black sword, immediately became the center of the battlefield.

The Underhive had been struggling on the brink of death since birth. Hunger, radiation, gang fighting... Although getting used to death and enduring casualties were different, looking at Neos, a will that transcended death itself surged within them.

Whether it was the demons before them or the battle moon hanging high above them, unlike their previous struggle to survive in the bottom nest, what kept them fighting now was a future they had never considered before they had eaten their fill!

The habit of death transformed into an unimaginable tenacity at this moment. The soldier who had just blocked with his gun threw away his gun with a roar and rushed towards the opponent with bare hands.

The demon controlling the guards was also stunned by this sudden, frantic act. Even though he reacted in the next moment and stabbed the guardsmen to death, another Underhive had already seized the opportunity to grab the daka gun. He pulled the trigger, blasting the corrupted guardsmen's heads to pieces.

The machine soul of the Daka gun was overjoyed. It spewed out even more violent tongues of fire, tearing all the enemies in front of it into pieces.

Ayesh, manipulating the situation behind the scenes, was in a completely different mood from the jubilant Machine Spirit. He surveyed the battlefield with a sullen expression, finally understanding Makachen's earlier assertion that they couldn't possibly stop the Underhive.

The victory of the Underbrood was achieved at the cost of great casualties, and the souls needed to fulfill the ritual rose steadily with the deaths of the Underbrood.

However, since the group had previously tried their best to avoid casualties, the ritual to summon Makachen to the world would take some time to prepare.

But the Undernesters had already established themselves within their defenses, and a group of demons, led by that Neos, actually cowered in front of those mortals.

How could these untouchables possess such a strong fighting spirit? Or, in other words, how could these demons be so weak in combat?

If this continues, their defenses will be breached before the ceremony is completed!

Fortunately, he had other plans. Even though it was unexpected, Aiyesh believed that the situation was still under control.

"Let the Fear Demon come on stage and force out those pseudo-emperor's lackeys!"

At his command, the followers of Tzeentch used the power of the warp here to open a small teleportation circle. As a pink-blue rift appeared in the air, a group of pink horrors swarmed out of the rift.

These weak demons, whose bodies were like twisted dolls, mastered magic tricks that were deadly to ordinary mortals. They used the evil energy in their hands to condense balls of fire, and indiscriminately smashed them at the soldiers who were fighting hand-to-hand.

Several people from the Bottom Nest were unable to dodge, and the Chaos Fire that could corrode the soul turned them into ashes in an instant.

"Avoid the fireballs!"

William shouted at everyone to follow the tactical training they had conducted. "Find cover!"

This tactical order did not work in front of the demon. The flames released by the fear monster were like living things winding in the air, and many people were still swallowed by the flames.

The people of the Bottom Nest could only start to fight back on the spot, but the number of pink monsters was like a tide, and they could only seize the moment when they released flames to fight back and were nailed to the spot.

Of course, Leon also noticed the situation here. The other party took the lead in using extraordinary power to elevate the entire battlefield to a higher level, which meant that the Space Marines could now be deployed to the battlefield.

"Kurland, this is your opponent."

The turbo engines broke up the smoke that filled the sky above the battlefield. Several Thunderhawk gunboats swooped down like steel behemoths. The machine guns on the noses began to roar, and dense shells poured down like a rainstorm.

The pink terrors' shrill laughter was drowned out by the roar of artillery fire, and their bodies were shattered into pieces in the explosion.

After clearing out most of the Terrorgheists, the Thunderhawk gunships didn't advance any further. The fighters hovered at a suitable altitude, and the Astartes leaped from the Thunderhawks. They used their bolters to accurately shatter the heads of the remaining Terrorgheists, and the leader, Kurland, even decapitated a Tzeentch cultist who attempted to escape with a single blow.

"Dorn!"

he shouted.

"For the glory of you and the Lord of Terra!"

The soldiers behind him responded in unison.

The summoned low-level demons were no match for the Imperial Fists. The three hundred Astartes were divided into three groups of one hundred. Under their leadership, the charge that had been suppressed before began again.

With these Astartes at the forefront, the entire army continued its advance into the Forge Layer. The Underhive troops, originally the main attacking force, accompanied the Astartes. Their mission had become to secure the passages held by the Astartes, preventing the advancing Astartes from becoming isolated and trapped.

Ayesh skillfully shifted his deployment, leaving only delaying forces in front of the Astartes while focusing his main energy on the Underhive troops who maintained the front line.

He was not in a hurry to break the defense line and turn the unstoppable Astartes into an isolated force, but instead used a slow-cooking method to gradually increase the casualties of the Underhive army.

These seemingly insignificant Astartes are his chosen sacrifices. As long as the great devil appears in the world, even the Astartes will only become nourishment for him to surpass mortals!

"Have you collected enough souls?"

He confirmed to Makachen behind him.

"There's still a lot to go."

The unexpected answer made the originally confident Aiyesh turn around and ask: "How could it be?"

Are there more than 9,999 mortals dead on the field right now? Even if that's not enough, it shouldn't be far behind.

"Some souls were snatched away."

Although Makachen wasn't directly monitoring the battlefield, he could vaguely sense the unusual movements of some souls. Although this unusual movement was led by the mortal wielding the golden power sword, Makachen believed that the true mastermind must be the sage of the Mechanicum.

Whenever he thought of his mutilated face, his heart burned with unquenchable rage.

"It must be that Mechanicus Sage who did this."

He explained in a cold voice, "That mortal has an inexplicable ability to suppress the warp."

A Mechanicus sage who could compete with them for souls?

Aiyesh finally understood why Makachen suffered at the bottom nest, but now that he knew the truth, he felt a little dissatisfied with Makachen.

The Lord of Change simply waved his hand, indicating that all this was part of his plan.

"We were planning to get rid of him anyway. What difference does it make whether we find out sooner or later? And I helped you create the opportunity to get rid of him, didn't I?"

The Astartes had already entered the battlefield as the spearhead, leaving Leon with few defenders. Two traitorous Astartes, previously recruited with the Lord of Change's assistance, now waited at the edge of the battlefield. With their defenses now weakened, they would strike directly at Leon's heart.

"No wonder we recruited those traitor Astartes..."

Ayesh thought thoughtfully.

"Of course, against that priest, we can only use physics to defeat physics."

Makkachen replied, signaling the butler to issue an order as soon as possible: "Once we can eliminate him, the final obstacle to our ritual will be cleared, and you can successfully ascend to the Demon Prince."

Is it really that simple?

Ayesh felt a vague sense of unease. He felt that there must be some hidden reason why Makachen had waited so long to reveal his special nature. His previously unwavering confidence was also undermined by his suspicion of Makachen.

But when he thought about the backup plan he had prepared in case things got out of hand, he felt a little relieved.

"Let's take care of that sage first."

He said.

Makachen smiled for the first time since his injury.

"As it should be."

-

After wandering around the battlefield for a long time, Efron and Malik finally received orders from Ayesh.

"Our goal has finally arrived."

Efron breathed a sigh of relief. The Underhive army's rapid advance had made him hesitate for a moment whether to create some chaos to delay them. But before he could begin an action that might expose his identity, he finally received "reasonable" permission to proceed.

"Let's go."