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

"Where are we going?"

"Go to Terra and infiltrate the Phalanx."

"That seems a bit too risky."

"The Emperor's Trials are not afraid of a challenge. Moreover, I am certain that what happens there will be far more useful than anything we have experienced so far."

Chapter 156: Bad News from the Throne World...

This was the first time Lan Song had been so high-spirited since he became the Supreme Admiral of the Navy.

He stood at the observation window of the bridge, the golden surface of Terra spinning slowly below him. The homeworld of the human empire was always shrouded in a faint golden halo - the result of sunlight reflected from tens of thousands of orbital defense platforms.

As a naval commander, he had an almost instinctive awe for this massive defensive array, but today, he wasn't nervous about it.

Because he came back victorious.

The defense array adjusted its position, making way for Lansong's solar fleet. A communications officer came up behind Lansong and brought him news from Terra.

"General, Orbital Control has sent us clearance. We and the flagship will lead the orbital parade, which is expected to begin in two hours."

This is exactly what Lan Song expected: "Repay Terra and tell them that I will let all the people of the Empire see the most perfect Imperial Navy."

It had been over a month since he returned to Terra, and the news of his destruction of the Battle Moon had surprised the entire High Lords Council.

The High Lords reassessed the Greenskins' strength and downgraded their threat, but even so, they could not erase Lanson's glorious achievements under Mars's confirmation.

After all, the empire really needs a long-awaited victory.

Imperial Commander Udo grudgingly acknowledged Lansong's victory, and a victory parade began after a month of preparation. Lansong, who had never left the fleet, was informed that he would lead the Imperial fleet into Terra's atmosphere at the climax of the ceremony, so that everyone could see the invincible Imperial Hammer.

"Do you remember the expression on that guy Makhte Udo's face when he communicated with us?"

Lan Song joked to his adjutant: "I feel happy when I think of his face twisted with jealousy."

The current Imperial High Commander, Udo, rose through the ranks from the position of Supreme Admiral. This already influential High Lord in the military, after becoming "Guilliman Regent" (a High Lord position established after Guilliman's death, held by a mortal figure symbolizing Guilliman and responsible for presiding over High Lords' meetings), assumed near-total control of the Empire's military might. Lanson had long resented being controlled by him, but shared interests compelled him to unite with him.

As a result, this action, forced by the other High Lords, actually destroyed the Battle Moon. Now that Lansong was crowned a hero, Udo, who had previously insisted on defending Terra, was naturally questioned.

As long as this victory parade could end with honor, Lanson even felt that he had a chance to succeed Udo and become the new commander-in-chief of the empire.

This is what he has always dreamed of.

The victory parade began smoothly. Lansonte stood on the bridge of the flagship as the first formation began its descent. As these massive steel behemoths slowly passed through Terra's atmosphere, Lansonte issued his new orders.

"Attention all ships, maintain formation, reduce speed to one-tenth."

He felt a slight vibration on the deck beneath his feet, the antigravity engines adjusting their output. Looking out the window, Terra's atmosphere began to ripple, like the surface of a lake after a stone was dropped.

He stood by the porthole with great confidence. The feeling of looking down at Terra from the battleship made him feel like an emperor.

Maybe not like.

Lan Song looked towards the Imperial Palace. The towering buildings were clearly visible even from tens of thousands of meters in the air. But for Lan Song, who was still in the atmosphere, he was even higher than the golden spire of the Imperial Palace.

Looking down from the palace, one could see the victory ceremony that Terra had carefully prepared.

Millions of people gathered in front of the Imperial Palace Square on Terra. In addition to the carefully selected "audience" in the square, the nearby streets were also filled with dense crowds of spectators. These spontaneously gathered citizens of the Empire waved the flags of the Empire, looking forward to the appearance of the Imperial Fleet.

When the Imperial warships, specially painted in gold and with huge Imperial Sky Eagle emblems painted on their sides, appeared in their sight, the victory parade was pushed to its absolute climax.

The people cheered, shouted, and screamed, venting all their previous anxiety about the orcs.

Even though Terra had long been in a food crisis, the residents of the Lower Nest, who were starving due to the orc siege of the Solar Segment, would involuntarily straighten their chests when they saw the Solar Fleet.

Behold, this is our invincible Imperial Fleet!

The Ecclesiarchy priests took the opportunity to infiltrate the civilian population. The Cherubim they carried projected a speech in which Ecclesiarchy Pope Meslina praised the Imperial Navy and attributed the victory to the Emperor's protection.

The Chancellor of the Ministry of the Interior followed behind the Pope of the State Religion - when the news of the orcs caused panic on Terra, many of the Ministry of the Interior's decrees were implemented with the assistance of the State Religion.

Merchant Navy representative Yuskina Tull is negotiating with representatives of the Imperial Navy on how to rebuild the transport ship route under the protection of the Imperial Navy.

Representatives of the Inquisition, the Navigators, the Astronomican Order, and the Astropaths remained aloof as always.

The Casting General still stays on Mars and does not leave.

Imperial Commander Macht-Udo sat on the podium with a frown on his face. In theory, he was the leader of this ceremony, but now, he had lost control of the situation.

The only ones willing to stay with him now are the Chief Justice, Vernon Zeke, and his newly selected Astra Militarum Lord Commander, Abervero.

Wangolichi, the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court who was not a High Lord, was beside him, but he did not follow him. Instead, he looked at his neck with his cold eyes.

He felt a little regretful for having used someone else to kill the Imperial Fist.

He had implemented a decision that was tacitly accepted by most of the High Lords, but when the situation was not in his favor, these High Lords abandoned him even faster than the Astartes.

But if you think he would give up like this, you are completely wrong. How much effort do those people think he has put into climbing to his current position?

Even if Wu Duo dies, he will not give up this hard-earned position!

But he did need a turnaround.

I heard that the Astartes had regrouped. They issued a call to assemble their legions, but stopped at Covenant Harbor, seemingly with no plans to return to Terra for the time being.

If he could find a way to lure these Astartes back to Terra, he could then treat these Astartes of the Reconstructed Legion as imaginary enemies.

When the entire Terra enters war, he will naturally be able to regain power as the commander-in-chief of the empire.

Udo was pondering his next move, but a mechanical priest serving him handed him an urgent intelligence.

"Commander, the subspace readings above Terra are abnormal. Our detection arrays have detected unprecedented energy fluctuations. This is definitely not a natural phenomenon."

Udo was stunned. Terra hadn't been attacked since the Great Heresy, so this situation was quite unfamiliar to him. Without thinking about it, he asked dully, "What do you mean?"

"Some force is tearing the boundary between reality and the subspace, and its source..."

There was no need for the Mechanical Priest to answer.

The Imperial fleet in the atmosphere was the first to detect the anomaly. The auspex, detecting the abnormal reading, began to vibrate, and the array of contemplators hummed in unison, sounding the alarm. Lansong, who had been in the dining room for a victory banquet, hurried back to the bridge, bewildered by the situation.

"what's the situation!?"

"There's an anomaly in the subspace readings. This is a large-scale teleportation reaction!"

The adjutant responded to his question, and Lan Song could see his panic from the beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Where? In Terra?"

Lan Song was also startled. He could only associate this situation with a demonic invasion. However, he immediately saw this as an opportunity. "Prepare the navy boarding team. Let's save Terra from this crisis!"

"It's not what you think!"

"What's the difference?"

"This teleportation reaction...he's right above us!"

Lan Song was stunned. Like Udo, he didn't understand what was happening. He subconsciously raised his head and was surprised to find that the space above the fleet was shaking like a broken mirror.

Fleets are absolutely not allowed to perform warp teleportation on a planet, as a collective warp rift created by the fleet could potentially destroy the entire planet. If someone on Terra were to create a warp rift, it would surely be from an enemy of humanity.

But what kind of enemy of humanity could cause such a big commotion? !

"Preliminary calculations are in. The length of this subspace rift... is three thousand kilometers! The only corresponding match in the database is the battle moon we destroyed earlier!"

Lan Song's face changed drastically. But the admiral's instincts still drove him to make a decision: "Speed ​​up the fleet! We must leave Terra first!"

"That's too late!"

The sky, which had been illuminated by the victory parade as a golden glow, now turned an ominous blood-red, leaving the Terran authorities no room to react as a massive Ork battle moon suddenly descended from the rift in the Warp.

Its appearance was like a heavy hammer, shattering all resistance of the already panicked Terra.

The Battle Moon that appeared above Terra remained motionless. It simply remained there, yet its gravitational field, like an invisible giant hand, gripped the Imperial fleet cruising within its atmosphere.

The battleship's anti-gravity engine screamed shrilly in the violent gravitational storm, but it was unable to resist the unparalleled force.

The smaller warships were already tumbling through the air like kites with their strings cut, their armor groaning under the strain of gravity before finally shattering into countless fragments.

Lan Song felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He had never dreamed that the merit he had earned by destroying the battle moon would be destroyed by another battle moon.

He stared blankly at the battle moon, feeling as if he were in a nightmare from which he could not wake up. However, his adjutant still had some sense. He replaced Lan Song and gave the order to the fleet:

"Everyone hold steady! Activate the emergency thrusters!"

But this wasn't the half-broken battle moon that had been severely damaged by the star fortress. The moment the defenseless Imperial fleet faced an intact war celestial body, their fate was sealed.

The huge turrets on the surface of the battle moon began to roar, and green energy beams swept across the array of the Imperial fleet like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

Those large warships that weren't directly destroyed by the gravitational field were little more than stationary targets in a near-gravity environment. Several battleships and battlecruisers were destroyed by the orcs, and the screams of the crews abruptly stopped on the communication channel.

The wreckage of the Imperial fleet fell like raindrops, burning fragments streaking across the sky and crashing to the ground with the flames of destruction. The civilians on Terra did not even dodge at first, they just looked up at the sky in horror, at the falling warships.

Once, these warships were symbols of Imperial might, the very embodiment of human pride. But now, they were nothing but twisted heaps of scrap metal, a rain of destruction upon Terra.

The pride and joy of the parade had turned to despair. Just as the grandeur of the previous victory parade had been, the backlash now was just as severe.

As the first civilians reacted, the initial celebration turned into an uncontrollable mass exodus. People ran in all directions, pushing and trampling, just to escape the death that fell from the sky.

Not only the common people, but also the high lords were shocked.

"Why is the orc's battle moon here?"

Eckhart, the head of the Ministry of the Interior, could not hide his shock: "Wasn't it destroyed by Admiral Lanson?"

He turned his gaze to the Pope of the State Religion, Meslin, hoping that Meslin could maintain the current order on Terra, but the Pope of the State Religion just waved his hand.

He instructed his bishops: "Protect our church. I do not want to see any loss of the Emperor's property in this turmoil."

Eckhart's face turned bitter, he knew that the unrest on Terra would be unstoppable.

But not everyone was worried by the sudden shock. At least the imperial commander Udo felt uncontrollable ecstasy after the initial shock.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity he had been waiting for was right before his eyes!

He quickly overturned his previous idea of ​​regarding the Final Wall as an enemy: "Where is the Phalanx? We need the assistance of this Star Fortress."

His deputy cautiously reminded him: "Sir, the command of the Phalanx is not in our hands. Besides, the Imperial Fists..."

"Then have them come back! Send a telegram to Kurland, the current Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists, and tell him that the situation on Terra is urgent and that the assistance of the Final Wall is needed!"

The adjutant received the order and was about to set off to communicate with the Star Language Court when he was stopped by Udo again.

"Change the wording. Instead of using the Final Wall, use the Imperial Fist."

Rebuilding the Legion was a dangerous signal, and Udo certainly wouldn't accept it. He had to use these words to show his attitude in the very first contact.

But in return, he will also show his sincerity.

Like allowing the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists to regain a seat among the High Lords?

He felt this would be a deal that satisfied everyone.

Udo waved his hand and regained his previous confidence that made him a powerful figure in the High Lords' Council.

"Marshal of the Ministry of Justice, you will notify Terra that Terra will enter a state of war from now on! As the Imperial Commander, I will coordinate all matters on Terra during this emergency and help our great Empire overcome this difficult time!"

He looked at the second moon in the sky, but his ambition was reflected in his pupils.

"I am the only one who can save the empire!"

Chapter 157: The possibility of the ominous Titan.

When Kurland received the urgent message from Terra sent by the Imperial Commander Udo, Leon was fiddling with his orc throne.

The complexity of this device exceeded Li Ang's expectations. It took him nearly a month to barely understand it.

As a device that can maintain the severely damaged battle moon, its principle is to extract the power of thought from the orcs and transport it to where it is needed.

But not just anyone can sit on it. It must be at least at the level of an orc warlord to be effective.

Orcs are all born psykers. Although the power of their thoughts that make up the local area network is certainly not as comprehensive as traditional psykers connected to the cesspool of the internet, in terms of magnitude, the Orc warlords are already on par with Alpha-level psykers and above.

Moreover, this thing itself is also a restraint. If the orc warlord and the battle moon had not been severely damaged at the same time, he would not have used this thing.

So what use is this thing to Leon?

To be honest, Li Ang also wanted to know the answer.

He couldn't just rush to Terra right now, kick that yellow-skinned guy off his throne, and then tell him that your thing doesn't work, so why not try mine?

Then he might have to think about how to swim in the second Eye of Terror.

Leon decided to name the technology unlocked from the Orc Throne "Psychic Sensing Framework".