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

This was probably the most imposing medical dispute ever. The green-skinned doctor had no choice but to continue the operation on Jin Ya. However, facing Jin Ya's internal organs that had been shattered into a mess and half of his cerebellum missing, he was at a loss as to what to do.

He could still think of installing a metal plate as a prosthesis for the broken bones, but what could he do with the things inside?

He could only call in a strange boy to help him figure it out, but the moment the boy came in, his eyes started to roll back. Green spiritual energy was pulsing around him, and it was obvious that he had been possessed by something again.

"Gold teeth."

The priest's figure came from the strange boy: "You seem to have been taught a bad lesson by those shrimps?"

"That was a sneak attack! You said with your own mouth that I was the chosen one for the Mao brothers, and now you have to help me!"

"I will, as long as you meet my requirements."

"What the hell are you qualified to negotiate with me?"

"I'm going to use my brother's power to save you, so this is also my brother's request!"

"Uh……"

Thinking that the other party seemed to be able to communicate with the two brothers Gao Mao, Jin Ya's tone weakened a bit: "What does Gao Mao want from me?"

"Once the operation is complete, you must go to the bottom and hold back those shrimps that are about to leave."

"I'm going to chop up those shrimps chasing me first!"

"Then Brother Mao wouldn't have provided the inspiration to save you!"

Jin Ya finally gave in. He closed his eyes and shouted, "If you have any tricks that can save me, use them on me!"

The priest nodded with satisfaction. He controlled the strange boy to use his psychic power, and the huge Waaagh energy gathered on the strange boy.

I just don't know why there is a hint of blue in this green light?

But the orc doctor and Gold Teeth clearly didn't care about the blue light. Following the boy's screams, a great deal of his intellectual energy was transferred to the doctor. Suddenly, all sorts of crazy ideas flashed through his mind. His eyes glazed over with the overwhelming knowledge, but his hand involuntarily picked up a scalpel, which looked like a kitchen knife.

As a bunch of pumps and bioreactors hummed, he poured all kinds of strange liquids into the infusion bottle Scroogery, and then gave Gold Tooth an IV drip like filling a water bottle.

After that, he gutted Gold Tooth's internal organs, captured three boys, removed two hearts and three livers from them, and stuffed them all in. After the internal organs were taken care of, he remembered that he should probably get some kind of black carapace, but he didn't know what it was, so he simply found two pieces of adamantium armor plates from the ship and sewed them in.

As for the missing half of the cerebellum, the strange doctor thought about it and simply caught the living Squig on the boss's shoulder and stuffed it in to fill the blank space in the head.

He seems to be doing a pretty good job.

Satisfied, he began to sew up the boss's body, and gradually the power of thought in his body was transferred to Jin Ya. With his eyes closed, Jin Ya felt as if he saw Go Ge shouting "Waaaagh" to him, but on the other side, Mao Ge...

What does it mean that everything is going according to plan?

The blue spiritual energy twisted and turned inside Jin Ya's body, but it couldn't find a way in. Jin Ya found this annoying. But just as the thought came to mind, he saw Gao Ge swung his hand and slapped the blue hairy creature, sending it spinning all over the floor, leaving a trail of feathers.

There seemed to be something wrong, but Jin Ya's body had indeed recovered. He jumped off the bed with a lively roar.

"I'm going to crush those shrimps right now!"

"Don't forget your promise."

The priest, still controlling the strange boy, warned, "I've already destroyed a large shrimp ship, and it's now approaching you. I'll stop them from the outside, and you attack them from the ground. Do you understand me?"

"What's so hard to understand? You block him from outside, and I'll kick his ass inside! We'll work together, just like Brother Gao and Brother Mao!"

Jin Ya chuckled and said, "Although you are small, you are of great help to me. When I become a big warlord, I will appoint you as my deputy!"

"I look forward to..."

The pastor's words were profound, but Gold Tooth didn't take anything away from them. He was still excitedly experiencing the beating of his two hearts and three lungs, and the power that continuously pumped out of his body made him roar to the sky.

“Waaaagh!!!”

This howl was like an invisible model. Even though the warlord's battle cry was not heard on the physical level, the greenskins on the entire battleship were already agitated.

But those who were closer, such as the Black Templars who were hunting down the warlord, actually heard the battle cry.

"This is the kind of noise only an orc warlord could make."

The pharmacist accompanying the team was very sure.

"The source of the sound is three hundred meters away, and there is a slight psychic reaction."

The technical sergeant holding the specially made auspicious instrument reported to Bosimonde: "The decibel level is very high, not like the sound a seriously injured orc warlord can make."

Had he recovered? In such a short time?

All the warriors thought of this, but they all tacitly agreed not to mention it. This voyage was to reclaim the Black Sword, and no matter what obstacles they faced, they could not retreat.

The honor that only the Emperor's Champion can hold cannot be tarnished by filthy xenos!

As for why we pursue warlords?

Even if he didn't steal it, it's definitely right to beat him up!

Problems can be divided into those that can be solved by fighting and those that cannot be solved by fighting, but as long as the means are appropriate, most problems that cannot be solved by fighting can also be transformed into problems that can be solved by fighting.

This is the mindset of the Black Templars. Perhaps in this respect they have a lot in common with the Greenskins.

Of course, they are more cunning in combat than most orcs.

Bosimonde gestured for a stealthy advance, and the other warriors immediately understood. In their quest for the Black Sword, they had already slaughtered the few remaining greenskins. Now, with few obstacles in the battleship's corridors, they could indeed advance stealthily.

They formed a battle formation, supporting each other, and quickly rushed towards the corridor where the roar came from. At the end of the corridor was a gloomy compartment, which was open, and outside were three orc corpses with their internal organs ripped out.

A Black Templar soldier threw a grenade inside, and Lancelot and another brother volunteered to rush to the front. They slipped into the room at the moment the grenade exploded and launched a ruthless round of bombardment inside with grenade guns.

But all he was greeted with was Gold Teeth's excited roar.

"You guys have been fooled, what the hell!"

The bolter had indeed hit him, but beneath his shattered flesh lay a plating of adamantium armor. The bolter clanked and clattered, unable to penetrate it, and instead the strange boy in Goldtooth Tizi's hand took the brunt of the damage.

As the priest exited the strange boy's body, he collapsed, his eyes gleaming with rage, clearly having been turned into an idiot by the immense amount of "I Think" power he'd previously consumed. However, some of that "I Think" power still lingered in the strange boy's body. Gold Teeth felt the strange boy's hand and thought it was quite good.

I think he can be used as a bomb!

The explosives tore through the boy's body and destroyed the container that stored Waaagh's energy. The remaining power of thought was unrestrained, and the psychic energy began to expand rapidly. Even though he had become an idiot, the boy still screamed in pain.

He made no sound, because this scream was at the soul level, and the green power of thought spread to all the warriors present like a wave.

Every Black Templar warrior felt a pounding headache, as if their brains were being pierced by countless steel needles. Their movements faltered, and this reaction was led by Lancelot, who was at the forefront. The intense nausea forced him to his knees. He tried in vain to grip his weapon, but found that his finger could no longer reach the trigger.

This is the psychic attack that the Black Templars hate the most!

The most terrifying thing is that this kind of psychic attack can even distinguish between friend and foe!

The greenskins will not be affected by this psychic attack, and the power of thought that affects him will only make him more excited.

The orc warlord laughed wildly and threw away the monster boy in his hand that had exploded into pieces. He knocked down the two canned shrimps who were rushing in the front. With his built-in platinum armor plates, he rushed towards the door like a dump truck.

The only one conscious was Grand Marshal Sigismund. The thaumatological defense circuits in his armor neutralized most of the psychic onslaught. The Grand Marshal's sword also kept him awake. He swung his sword to stop Gold Fang, but the reborn Gold Fang paid no heed to the foe he had nearly brought to his knees. He didn't even respond to the Grand Marshal's attack, simply letting the sword cleave him.

The power sword cut through the orc's flesh, but Bosimonde didn't even see any blood. His sword only left a shallow mark on the adamantium plate.

This feeling intoxicated Jin Ya.

As a man with big plans, he was no longer in a hurry to defeat these shrimps directly.

"I'm going to the lower deck."

With a cruel glint in his eyes, he proudly announced his purpose to everyone: "When the time comes, none of you shrimps will be able to escape. All of you will stay on my boat and play beast catching shrimps with me!"

He didn't stop and rushed out of here, leaving only the orc doctor dancing there.

"A masterpiece...! Under my brother's guidance, this is my most perfect masterpiece!"

"boom!"

With a cold face, Bosimonde shot the strange doctor to death, and the Astartes around him gradually regained consciousness.

"Don't just stand there, keep chasing!"

At the Grand Marshal's command, the group turned again, continuing their pursuit of the inexplicably enhanced orc warlord. Having initially pursued him with the resolve to die, they had somehow circled back to the lower deck, their evacuation point. However, the situation was now grim.

If they can't get rid of that orc warlord, they might all die here!

The gun ports on the lower deck had already been occupied by Armidale and his men, and although there was still a steady stream of Orcs pouring in, the narrow passages on the battleship limited the number of Orcs that could flow in at once, and with two tanks guarding these key passes, they could defeat any number of them.

But the Greenskins, born to fight, would not retreat in the face of death. On the contrary, their spirits grew even more fervent. Each one rushed forward, howling, to die. The Greenskin corpses piled up layer upon layer, forming a wall of flesh and blood that even 180mm high-explosive shells could not penetrate.

The warriors of the Second Legion holding shields stood in the front, holding spears or swords in their other hands, forming the first line of defense against the greenskins' attacks.

"How much longer can you hold on?"

Amidel, who was organizing the evacuation at the rear, asked loudly.

"It's not too stressful! We can hold on until the evacuation is complete!"

Demius Gale responded. This Second Legion soldier wielded Leon's recently developed experimental musket. Using the musket as a club, he swept across the space. Then, thrusting forward, he lifted an orc leader high into the air.

The leader struggled frantically, trying to free himself from the spear point that pierced him, but Gale didn't give him the chance. He twisted the knob on the gun handle, and a beam of intense, directed heat instantly blasted the orc leader into charred fragments. The surge of energy even penetrated the leader's chest, knocking down a large group of orcs behind him.

Combining melta weapons with gunlances was Leon's new approach to individual weaponry after restoring some of the Maxim's melta production. Unfortunately, its ammunition capacity was limited, requiring only experienced warriors to maximize the effectiveness of each round.

Chapter 111 We still don’t know the combat effectiveness of the Grand Marshal.

Gale's attack cleared out a group of orcs, and the front line was once again stable. Although the orcs were still using the bodies of their companions as cover and slowly advancing, the situation was indeed as Gale said, they could hold out until the evacuation was completed.

This situation made Armidel feel somewhat relieved, and he even began to consider dispatching some personnel to search for the Grand Marshal of the Black Templars. However, Lieutenant Vigan, who was in charge of the frontline command, discovered something unusual in the herd.

"Armidel, look at that!"

He followed Vigan's instructions and looked at the unusual "wave" in the greenskin tide.

He couldn't even see what it was at first, because the green-skinned guys who were knocked away like pieces of paper blocked Armidel's observation with their broken limbs and wailing. When the "wave" came closer, Armidel could see the orc's figure clearly.

He looked incredibly large, even taller than the previous orc warlord...

Orc warlord?

The other person's face matched the orc warlord in his memory, whose face was distorted after being crushed against the wall. Armidel gasped.

Only a few hours? Not only had the orc warlord recovered, he seemed even more strengthened.

What kind of monsters are orcs?

He didn't have time to think about it. A strong sense of crisis made him order the other soldiers:

"Fire! Repel that orc warlord!"

Aside from the frontline warriors defending the line with shields, the rest of the warriors providing fire support in the rear began to concentrate their fire on the orc warlord. The Black Templars, who had been gathered, covered the warlord with grenade launchers, but the effect was minimal.

The two Leman Russ Siegebreakers began to turn their guns. Unable to switch to their twin 90mm cannons with armor-piercing rounds, they were forced to fire their 180mm grenades directly at the Ork Warlord.

The electromagnetically accelerated projectile's speed gave even a grenade considerable penetrating power. The shell, carrying immense kinetic energy, struck the warlord, the explosion creating a dazzling display of fire. The surrounding greenskins were even swept away by the shockwave, but Gold Fang's response was simply to reach out and shield his head with his arms.

The smoke from the explosion dissipated amid everyone's anticipation, but the result beneath the smoke shocked everyone.

The orc's skin and flesh were shattered in the explosion, revealing the armor plating that had just been struck by a shell. The outer layer of the armor plating was folded like scales, and sticky blood mixed with the shattered tissue slowly flowed down the gaps in the armor.

That's it.

The shell didn't penetrate the armor plate, perhaps the vibration damaged the internal organs...

But this is obviously not a fatal injury right now.

He is so strong that he doesn't seem like a creature that should exist in this world!

Even without fear, everyone looked with a touch of horror at the green-skinned monster that had been transformed into something resembling a heavy tank. Gold Tooth, struck directly by the shell, felt no pain or fatigue at all. Instead, he laughed maniacally as he hammered at the scorched armor.

"Who else dares to hang me? Who else dares to hang me?"

He took advantage of the situation and charged towards one of the Leman Russ tanks, which served as a fortress on the front line. The siege-fighter Leman Russ had been utterly defeated, having stripped all of its secondary weapons to make room for the piercing concussion cannon. As the Black Templars guarding the tank were easily driven back, the Leman Russ, still reloading, was powerless to resist the Gold Fang.

The mortal members looked in horror at the orc warlord who was taller than their own tanks.

The muscles in Jinya's arms bulged, and the veins popped. Although hammering a tank with his fists seemed ridiculous, after the previous round of bombardment, no one dared to question the orc warlord's strength anymore.

He can really dismantle a tank with his bare hands!

"Open that big can of shrimp for me!"

Gold Fang roared in fury. The tank's hull buckled and deformed the moment his fist made contact. The metal armor, like thin tinfoil, dented and shattered under the immense force. The tracks snapped under the immense force, sending parts flying everywhere. The sudden impact also detonated the energy cell powering the concussion cannon. The turret was blasted into the air, then landed heavily more than ten meters away.

The tank crew didn't even have time to scream before the once majestic war machine turned into a pile of lifeless scrap metal.

The explosion also affected Goldfang, but he didn't care. He raised his bloody fist, looked at the remaining debris, and let out a low laugh. The sound was a mixture of cruelty and joy, and the morale of the orcs immediately rose.

"Boss, boss, boss!"

"Big warlord, big warlord!"