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

But he couldn't deny the traitors' ingenuity: "This is indeed one of the few opportunities to achieve boarding through psychic teleportation. If we miss it, we can only achieve an orbital airborne landing by eliminating the Ork orbital fleet."

The situation has been confirmed and the choice is once again in Li Ang's hands.

Leon pondered. The previous unusual movement of the Ork fleet surrounding the Battle Moon and this boarding opportunity swirled in his logical processing center. The rising probability index in his mind clearly told him that these three hundred Astartes, far too insignificant on a frontal battlefield, did have a chance to directly defeat the Orks through this boarding.

But he rarely made a decision with no way out: "Where is the boarding location?"

"The damaged area where the moon was hit by the star fortress during the previous battle. We can penetrate deep into the orcs' lair through there."

Ockham replied.

"How do we get back?"

This time it was the Thousand Sons Sorcerer Koda who answered: "I can reopen the teleportation channel—only I."

Leon understood the key to Occam's confidence. The value this Alpha could provide was indeed much higher than simply killing him.

As long as there was a way to retreat, this wouldn't be a life-and-death struggle. Even if they couldn't kill the orc warlord who ruled the Battle Moon, they could still use this operation as a firepower reconnaissance of the Battle Moon.

After all, they really had no idea about the structure of the battle moon.

"This is indeed an opportunity... Occam, you've convinced me, but I won't let my guard down."

"If you let it go, I'll have to consider whether my invitation to cooperate is too presumptuous."

After reaching an agreement with Alpha, who claimed to be the emperor, Leon began to deploy with great vigor.

"We can't all board Battle Moon. The Thousand Sons who reopened the passage won't go with us. In that case, Isaga will have to stay behind and monitor this wizard."

Isaga nodded, indicating that he understood. Leon turned to Frati Lena. The Inquisitor, who had reentered the battle by taking the opportunity to report on the moon's activation of gravity weapons, was now eavesdropping on their conversation.

He called out her name without hesitation: "Miss Inquisitor, I need you to organize an evacuation."

"Why can't I go with you to the Battle Moon?"

"Because you are the most important link among us. In addition to the civilians evacuated via other ships, I plan to evacuate the Underhive troops and the two psykers to our warship first. After that, regardless of success or failure, we will return directly to the warship. How to organize the evacuation of so many people while preventing those with ulterior motives from infiltrating is your expertise. Your work is related to the safety of all of us."

The judge looked unhappy, but he still accepted the task: "I can't do it alone."

So his eyes fell on Kurland.

Leon could give the general direction, but the power of specific allocation obviously still lay with Kurland. Kurland looked at Thorne again. Thorne pondered for a moment and named his first company commander.

"Zeberion, you will lead the First Company back to the fleet to assist the Inquisitor."

Zebrian's eyes widened, and he looked at Thorne in disbelief: "Is this a punishment?"

"No, your punishment for disobeying orders on Maxim has long since ended. This is just a normal mission."

"Then why do you want to deprive me of the honor of fighting!? The First Company and I should shoulder more glorious duties!"

"Just as Sage Leon just said to the Inquisitor—this mission of securing a retreat is even more important than boarding the Moon."

This obviously didn't convince Zeberion. He took off his helmet, and Leon could see his lips pressed into a stiff line. But he finally accepted the order: "Your will, Chapter Master."

The 1st Company of the Fists of the Paragon, led by their then-Chapter Master Alameda during their time on the Chapter's homeworld, boarded the current Battle Moon.

However, they failed, losing their Chapter Master and their most elite veteran company. Now the rebuilt First Company has only about thirty people, and they are the most suitable to assist in the evacuation and monitoring of the Expunged Warband.

However, Leon was more concerned about Zeberian. This soldier seemed to be increasingly dissatisfied with the Final Wall. He had to think carefully about how to deal with this company commander.

Deal with him secretly, or give him a chance to make mistakes. He would have to wait until the raid on the Battle Moon was over before deciding on the specific method.

Before that, Leon secretly reminded the others who stayed on the battleship to maintain necessary vigilance against the first company captain.

Preparations for the assault on the battle moon are ready, no orders are needed, everyone has already taken action.

"Shall we go?"

Occam gave Leon a final confirmation.

"of course."

Leon used his servo-arm to capture him: "But you have to come with me through the teleportation rift."

"I like your caution."

While passing through the portal with Occam, Leon was a little worried about whether his physical condition would have any impact on the portal.

Fortunately, the situation was the same as when he was unable to completely suppress the ritual in the Underhive. As long as his body or the medium extending from him was not directly touched, his physique would not have any effect on the warp transmission.

After a moment of bizarre light and darkness, Leon regained his sense of reality. Although the battle moon wasn't large, the gravity Leon felt was heavier than it had been on Covenant Harbor. As reality became clearer, Leon's auditory capture device first picked up the orc Waaaagh's cry.

It's strange. There are no enemies on the Battle Moon. Who are these orcs fighting?

Leon didn't have enough time to think about it. As they officially descended on the orcs' battle moon, a deafening roar wrapped in the smell of blood hit them in the face.

These were not orcs waiting outside the teleportation rift. Leon looked up, and his visual sensors automatically adjusted to motion capture mode due to the chaotic scene in front of him, which was like a smashed honeycomb.

"Oh my god..."

Occam beside him sighed softly.

What caught their eyes was a battlefield where orcs were fighting each other.

Members of the Bright Feather School can use their psionic energy generation abilities to manipulate the flesh, whether friendly or enemy. Skilled Bright Feather members can manifest this ability as control over their own appearance or as the ability to generate biological lightning from their flesh. Their abilities are also often used for battlefield healing.

Chapter 151: Deep into the Battle Moon.

In the area just before Leon's eyes, tens of thousands of orcs were locked in a scuffle. The muffled thud of fangs colliding with armor, mixed with the intermittent roar of gunfire, exploded across the battlefield made of corpses and scrap.

There is no doubt that a civil war is taking place among the orcs.

Even though he had guessed the situation when he saw the unusual movements of the orc fleet, Leon had never thought that a civil war would break out among the orcs.

He looked at Occam, who was also surprised. "Is this also beyond your expectations?"

"I must admit that it is."

It is not uncommon to see large fights between orcs. These greenskins, who never lack battles, will swing their swords at their companions when there are no external enemies.

But now the battle moon is right above the Covenant Port. No matter what, these orcs are not short of external enemies.

What exactly made them become like this?

Various factors were operating in Leon's mind, and he gradually formed his own guess about the current situation: "WarBoss may have been in trouble."

"How did you know?"

Ockham asked.

"There's no evidence, but it's highly likely."

With the teleportation complete, the 300-plus Astartes gathered on the plains of the Battle Moon stood out. The orcs, previously locked in a civil war, finally took notice of these yellow-armored young men who seemed out of place among them.

"What the hell! What the hell sneaked into our nest!"

As some orc boy roared, the orcs who were jostling in unison turned their heads, their crimson eyes fixed on Leon. The orcs closest to Leon stopped fighting among themselves and rushed towards Leon and his group, howling.

"It seems the welcoming ceremony has begun."

Occam said, drawing his bolter.

He knocked down several other orc boys, but deliberately let one of the orc bosses come over.

The orc leader also deliberately avoided Occam, who looked tough, and rushed towards Leon, shouting: "Get out of the way, get out of the way! I own your head! Whoever tries to grab it will be killed by my claws!"

Leon, who had already analyzed the opponent through the data stream, did not care about Occam's little thoughts. When the orc boss raised his chopping knife, Leon's servo arm suddenly clamped his throat.

As the mechanical joints contracted, the crisp sound of the greenskin's neck bones breaking was drowned out by the sudden roar.

"As a welcome ceremony, this batch alone is not warm enough."

he responded.

The fact that only this group, not all of the Orcs, indirectly confirmed Leon's suspicions. However, his ability to easily kill the Orc leader clearly aroused the fighting spirit of even more Greenskins. The remaining Greenskins gradually stopped fighting among themselves and surged towards the Space Marines.

It seems that they finally remembered who the real enemy is.

"Kurland!"

Leon shouted the name of the chapter leader.

Kurland, understanding the situation, led the Imperial Fists forward, their barrage of explosives shredding most of the Ork lads to pieces. A few Ork bosses leaped through the hail of bullets and charged towards the Space Marines, but the veterans of the Second Legion quickly dispatched them with their Monster Hunter weapons.

The strength of the orcs should increase with their numbers, but the orcs on this battle moon are no more powerful than those on Maxim.

However, the advantage is only temporary, after all, this is the orcs' lair.

Leon looked at the battlefield and found that a group of fart spirits had been driven by the orcs to push several Squig throwers onto the battlefield. There was also a formation of orc bombers in the sky heading here.

"It's the orcs' heavy artillery and bombers!"

He once again reminded all the soldiers to find cover, then turned to look at Occam, who was more cautious than usual. "We can't engage in a head-on battle with these heavily armed orcs on the surface. Where's the way down?"

"This is my first time here too. You have to give me some space to investigate. It's not a wise decision to keep me tied to your side all the time."

Alpha's words made sense. Leon thought for a moment and pulled out Tom Cat, who was helping him change the magazine, from behind him: "Take it with you."

“Is this a surveillance tool?”

“No, this is the best assistant.”

Occam and the Expunged Warband left Leon's sight. They disappeared into the huge crack behind Leon, which was blasted by the Star Fortress and spanned the surface of the Battle Moon.

The thick smoke still rising from the rift served as a cover for the Sons of Dorne. The Orcish bombers' dive bombs lost their accuracy in the smoke, and some even crashed into the ground, becoming a heap of twisted scrap metal.

Leon didn't expect that the kind tip he had given to the Star Fortress Commander would become the key to the current assault operation. After about half an hour of resistance, he received a reward from Occam.

"I've found the way down. Follow the instructions your assistant left."

The Space Marines began to fight and retreat. The cracks in the battle moon revealed metal structures that even the Techmarine could not understand. However, following the guidance of the beacon, they successfully left the Orks on the surface behind and found a way deep into the interior of these still burning metals.

The vibrations of the metal tunnel mingled with the pungent smell of welding fumes. Leon, having determined the air was toxic, signaled for everyone to wear helmets. He continued forward, finally encountering Occam near a rusted pipe.

He wanted to ask Ockham what was going on, but Ockham made a shushing gesture. A moment later, Leon received a visual signal from Tom who had gone to investigate.

A hundred meters away, a broken pipe was emitting green steam, and a young technician wearing goggles was swinging a wrench at his companion.

"Bolthead! I told you to plug the leak first! Bring us the scrap we stole from that shrimp boat last month!"

The orc spat out half a broken tooth, swung the sizzling welding torch, and stabbed it backhandedly: "Bullshit! We should weld first! We need to let the boss see it and say it's 'cool'!"

"What are you still counting on the boss to do? I haven't seen him since our ball was hit by the star fortress! Maybe he's already gone to hell!"

A group of orcs pushed and shoved, arguing for a long time before they finally came up with a solution. But when the semi-solidified patch was applied to the crack in the pipe, the pipe, which had been finally patched into a lump, broke again. Steam flowed through the patching fluid, transforming into a corrosive dark green viscous substance that hissed out.

The orc boys below ran away in panic. They were running towards Leon and his group. When they turned the corner and saw Leon, they were frightened by the ferocious cans in front of them.

"What? When?"

Leon quickly and efficiently dealt with the greenskins. He came to the spot where the orcs had previously repaired the pipe and carefully examined the repair marks on the failed pipe.

"They've been working on it for at least half a month, but there's been no progress."

Li Ang pondered and realized a fact.

The Orcs' Waaagh stance seems less effective on this battle moon.

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The orcish Waaagh energy is centered around their warlords. Although every orc is a natural psyker, the psionic energy of a single warlord accounts for over 50% of this node.

This is why Guang Xieri alone can create hundreds of thousands of usable weapons—under Li Ang's guidance, the principles of these weapons are more scientific. But the more important reason is that as a master of skills, even without other subordinates, he has enough thinking power to keep these hundreds of thousands of weapons running normally.

——It is normal for orcs to explode while using it.

Of course, the larger the orc creation, the more Imagination Power it requires. The difference between a Battle Moon and hundreds of thousands of weapons is huge.

Driving such a huge creation cannot rely solely on the number of greenskin boys or the strength of the orc warlords, the relationship between the two is indispensable.

What if these orc boys now have trouble repairing the battle moon?

That only meant that there was a problem in one of the two links. Considering the previous situation, Leon was extremely sure that there was a problem with this orc warlord.

"We must quickly find out where their core locations are, such as the location of the Orc Warlord's throne, or the power core of this battle moon."

Leon made his judgment. Armidale understood and stepped forward. He took out a bit of the orc's brain and tasted it, trying to use his genetic detection nerves to find any useful information.

However, the core encryption of the Ancient Saints was clearly beyond the reach of this genetically specialized Second Legion. As Amidel looked up, Leon could see a strange green light in his eyes.

"I don't think so."

Amidel said.

Leon sighed, and the important task of investigation fell on Occam again.