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

This Alpha had his own communication channels, but after communicating with the Thousand Sons Wizard for a while, he brought bad news to everyone.

"The spiritual energy here is too chaotic. The evacuation route cannot be opened here!"

"Where are we going then?!"

"At least back to the surface!"

The evacuation operation could not be delayed for a moment, but Leon still called out to the technical sergeants led by Gamas.

"Tear down this throne and take it away. I think it will be useful later."

-

The abnormality of the Battle Moon is not only reflected in its interior. The Orc fleet in space can also see its crust beginning to tremble.

Admiral Lanson woke up on time at the sixth hour of Terra standard time and went to his private dining room for dinner with the help of his living officer.

Even at the front line where supplies were scarce, his breakfast consisted of a standard Goro steak paired with a glass of Quatis wine. He was enjoying his breakfast to the tune of "Ode to the Emperor" when his adjutant suddenly barged in and interrupted his meal.

He frowned and wanted to scold his adjutant, but the information the adjutant handed over made him stand up suddenly.

"Is there any unusual movement in the Orc fleet?"

Fearing that the orcs had a plot against his fleet, he hurried to the bridge, only to discover that the unusual movement was not directed against humans.

"Chief Aries, report the situation."

he ordered.

"The Ork battle moon has been in orbit above Covenant Harbor since twelve standard Terran hours ago. We detected the reaction of the gravity weapon five hours ago, but the power was only 23% of the previous attack on the star fortress. Just now, the greenskin fleet originally orbiting above the battle moon showed unusual movements. They began to drop Orks onto the battle moon..."

What is going on?

Lan Song couldn't figure it out for a moment, but the staff on the ship all thought this was an opportunity that should be seized.

"The orcs may be fighting among themselves. Admiral Lansong, we must seize this opportunity!"

But Lan Song just waved his hand, unwilling to take any risky actions: "Tell me, what is the purpose of our attack this time?"

The staff officers looked at each other in confusion. One of them asked tentatively, referring to the briefing issued by the Imperial Navy before departure: "Is it to fight against the orcs...?"

"No, it's to convince the people on Terra that they are protected by the Imperial Navy."

This attack was nothing more than a response to the pressure exerted by the High Lords Council on the Imperial Navy.

The Imperial Navy, as a standing military force, was actually under the control of Udo, who was promoted from Grand Admiral of the Navy to Imperial Commander-in-Chief. As the current Grand Admiral of the Navy, Lanson played the role of Udo's close associate in the High Lords' Council.

Originally, at the suggestion of Imperial Commander Udo, most High Lords agreed to the plan to hold Terra. However, the Ecclesiarch, for some unknown reason, inexplicably mobilized several other High Lords to denounce the Imperial Navy's inaction.

They demanded that the Imperial Navy deploy all its forces and engage in a decisive battle with the orcs at the Battle Moon, a major naval base.

Pressure on Lanson was essentially a challenge to the authority of the Imperial Commander. Such demands had once divided the High Lords' Council, but thanks to the covert manipulation of Inquisition representative Veritus, the High Lords reluctantly reached a decision to allow Lanson to lead half of the fleet to Covenant Harbor for a test mission.

Veritus privately told Lansong to prioritize preserving the fleet's strength and limit the engagement to a symbolic one at Covenant Harbor. Lansong, convinced by this, decided to carry it out even further. He would simply avoid the orcs and avoid any further engagement.

No matter what happens in Covenant Harbor, his determination on this point will not waver in the slightest!

But his resolute determination was soon tempted by the worsening battle moon, which made Lan Song realize that this was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If he seized this opportunity, he wouldn't even have to organize the final battle after returning to Terra, but could directly bring the good news of victory.

The navy's supreme admiral couldn't help but breathe faster when he thought about how much personal benefits such an opportunity could bring him.

He finally went against his previous idea of ​​never engaging in battle: "Approach the Orc fleet at high speed, disrupt their formation with a salvo of torpedoes, and clear the way for our main fleet!"

The fleet began to move under his command. But just as the fleet's engines were warming up, a fleet of three cruisers appeared in front of Lanson's fleet from the side.

"Stop!"

Zeberion, who was temporarily acting as the Chapter's representative, initiated a communication, warning the Admiral's fleet of their obvious intentions:

"Our Chapter is fighting on Battle Moon. Your attack on Battle Moon will be considered a hostile act against the Imperial Fists and the Paragon Fists!"

Chapter 153: What Mars is plotting.

Thanks to the low power of the Orks' gravity weapons, the evacuation of civilians through the spaceport went relatively smoothly.

A portion of the Underhive troops were first evacuated to the three cruisers. The rest waited for the large and small ships that Frati Lena had requisitioned in the name of the Inquisitor. They would wait for these transports and evacuate along with the Upperhive civilians who had not yet been corrupted.

Zeberion worked with the Inquisitor to organize the evacuation—until news that Leon couldn't evacuate in time changed the situation.

As the representative of the regiment, Zeberian could only rush to the cruiser in a hurry, stop the Lanson fleet and negotiate with them in a tough manner, so as to prevent this greedy and reckless admiral from sending his regiment to the sky with a single shot.

But politics has never been Astartes' forte.

"The Imperial Fists and Paragon Fists on a Battle Moon?"

Lan Song obviously didn't believe it: "How did you get up there?"

"Through psionic teleportation, of course."

Lan Song asked the psychic master beside him, and the other party shook his head, feeling that he could not teleport.

"I do not believe your Chapter is capable of teleporting to a Battle Moon, Captain Zeberion. Where is your proof?"

"Do you need any more proof? Our warriors are turning the Battle Moon upside down!"

"No one has proven that the anomalies of the Battle Moon were caused by the Astartes."

"Of course it is! I swear on my honor that my words are true! Supreme Admiral Lanson, are you questioning the credibility of a Chapter?"

If it were an ordinary admiral, such words might have given him some pause. However, as High Lord Lanson, he was not afraid of the pressure of a Codex Chapter. "If you think so, then of course you can. After all, a Chapter that supports the reorganization of the Legion can hardly convince the Empire."

Zeberion opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

It's that damn final wall again!

With the two weapons of honor and warning exhausted, the Astartes Chapter's only conventional means left was force.

But...boarding half of the Solar Fleet?

Looking at the main fleet consisting of four battleships in front of him, and then looking at his small fleet with only two cruisers available for combat, Zeberian felt that he was not that crazy.

On the other end of the line, the Admiral, noticing Zeberian's distress, said slowly, "Of course, as long as you can provide evidence, I can consider stopping. But if you can't, then your group is the unreasonable one, isn't it?"

Provide evidence?

Looking at the Thousand Sons wizard behind him who was trying hard to cast a spell, all Zeberion could do was grit his teeth.

What evidence could he provide? Could he bring up this Thousand Sons wizard as evidence?

That would be the end!

The humiliation of not being able to participate in the battle and the pressure of being unable to stop the Solar Fleet combined to weigh heavily on Zeberion's shoulders, making him feel almost suffocated. He couldn't help but wonder why the Chapter had come to this point of confrontation with the Imperial Fleet.

First, he violated the rules by building the Last Wall, then collaborated with traitors to board the Moon. If he had been more resolute in upholding the Codex Astartes from the beginning, would the situation now be completely different?

The fleet ground to a halt under his silence. Seeing that the Astartes were not making any moves, Lanson simply ordered the fleet to ignore them and continue advancing towards the Battle Moon.

An Astartes Chapter swore an oath of honor, and Lanson believed that the Imperial Fists and the Paragon Fists were currently engaged in a fierce battle on the Battle Moon.

Considering the unusual movements of the battle moon, Lan Song even felt that the two regiments worked together to cause serious damage to the battle moon that endangered the entire planet.

But it had nothing to do with what he thought. The absurdity of the incident gave him "reasons" not to believe it.

Even if they pretended to be ignorant, what would happen? What kind of trouble could two already severely weakened regiments cause?

Even if it is later proved that they are really up there, it is not as great as his contribution in shattering the battle moon and preventing the orc crisis!

The fruits of glory were within reach. Lanson felt a surge of heat at the thought of how Terra would welcome his triumphant return. He eagerly urged the fleet to advance at full speed. But the Avioner once again dispelled his dreams.

"Admiral Lanson, I think you should take a look at this."

The auspicious instrument's scan showed a large and four medium-sized warships rapidly approaching them. Looking at the keel identification code displayed on the auspicious instrument, Lan Song frowned.

"Are the Spike and the Glory leading the way?"

"Yes, the Strike Cruiser and the Battle Barge, the flagships of the Condemners and Soul Drinkers respectively."

Lansong's mind quickly flashed through the information of the two chapters, and he realized that both chapters were descendants of Dorne.

He is in trouble.

"Full speed ahead!"

With his last glimmer of hope, he ordered the fleet: "Ignore them, we must first take position in the orbit of the battle moon!"

But those two warbands were clearly coming for him. Leveraging the strike fleet's greater agility compared to conventional warships, the Soul Drinkers and the Blamers' warships positioned themselves directly in front of the Sun Fleet. Their macrocannons were fully opened, clearly ready for attack.

Chapter Master Danyatus of the Soul Drinkers accessed the communication with Lanthon.

"Respected Supreme Admiral of the Navy, I suggest you reconsider your decision."

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Lan Song tried to play dumb.

"We don't mind communicating with you in person. Of course, the meeting may be a bit rough."

Lan Song's expression was uncertain.

He naturally didn't take Leon's fleet of three cruisers seriously, but if it was increased to a battle barge and six cruisers, the cost of ignoring the Astartes could be quite heavy.

In a loose galactic political system like the Empire, the real rule is to have a strong fist.

"They can't prove the Paragon and Imperial Fists were on the Battle Moon."

"We can verify it together."

Danyatus replied.

The three cruisers commanded by Zeberion were integrated into the Astartes strike fleet. They maintained a close but cautious distance from the Solar Fleet, while Soul Drinkers and Rebukers were already maneuvering their boarding torpedoes. If the Solar Fleet showed any signs of movement, they would launch a boarding attack.

Lan Song slammed his fist on his command table.

"This is ridiculous! How dare an Astartes who defends the Empire use force to threaten a High Lord who represents the Empire?!"

Fortunately, the Ork fleet created an opportunity for Lansong. The Ork warships that had airdropped the Orcs aboard the ships onto the moon still retained some basic combat capability. Led by two Ork battleships, they launched an attack on the Imperial fleet.

Although they were no match for the Imperial Fleet without the support of the Battle Moon, they could still put up a fight.

The Sun Fleet used intense firepower to mow down the Orks before them, but the Astartes, lacking close-range firepower, were caught in a bitter battle as the Orks boarded them. Seeing the strike fleet, once on guard, unable to escape, Lanson realized this might be his last chance.

How much room for maneuver he has afterwards depends on how much courage he has now to create a fait accompli!

"Prepare the vortex torpedoes."

He ordered his adjutant: "Watch me use torpedoes to send these guys into the warp one by one!"

Before his order was carried out, he was interrupted by an unexpected visitor.

"This is a blasphemy against the God of All Things, Admiral Lansong."

Lanson turned around and saw Inquisitor Pavonis and his deputy Urquidex appear on the bridge at some point.

He stared at the turbulent orc battle moon under the bridge, making no secret of his greed and desire.

"I can sense the mechanical soul surging upon this planet. The precious knowledge it holds cannot be easily destroyed... Admiral Lansong, this is precisely the purpose of my deal with you."

-

Lan Song was surprised that the judge appeared here.

The Oil Man Inquisitor, who claimed to have come here at the request of Mars, had previously made a deal with Lansong to restore production at the shipyard.

After that, Lan Song kept waiting for the other party to make a request, but the judge disappeared as if he didn't exist.

I didn't expect that he would appear here again, and want to stop me from issuing an extinction order on the battle moon?

He stared at Pavonis. "Your, or Mars', goal is to fight the Moon? And the alien technology on it?"

"I never said that, Admiral Lanson. Besides, alien technology is strictly prohibited on Mars."

Pavonis casually made up his mind, "Our judgments are always based on reason, and reason tells us that the Orks could never have created such a massive creation on their own. According to the Mechanicus' calculations, there's an 87.3% chance that STC fragments are hidden in this planet's underground facilities. They are sacred relics bestowed upon us by the God of Machines. The Mechanicus has the right to recover them."

The weight of words is different.

The Astartes were telling the truth; they had only one Chapter behind them. Even if the Mechanicus were lying, they had the entirety of Mars behind them.

Unlike those Astartes who had been split into chapters, Pavonis's words were worth Lanson's careful consideration.

But Lansong was unwilling to give up such an opportunity. Pavonis caught Lansong's dilemma from his facial expression analysis, and his intelligence core easily grasped what the other party was worried about.

"Don't worry about losing your well-deserved honor, Admiral Lanson. We only need a window to launch a Skitarii squad into the Battle Moon. Once that's done, you can destroy this foul orc nest yourself."

But Lanson clearly remembered the Astartes up there: "The Imperial Fists and their allies are still up there. By then, the destruction of the Battle Moon won't be my credit."