I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 119 Participating in the Grand Event
When the group arrived at Middle Nest, the scene was completely different from the desolation of Upper Nest. Although equally dilapidated, the air was filled with the vibrant atmosphere of battle—the distant sounds of laser guns and heavy logging guns exchanging fire, and the occasional violent explosions.

"The fighting is still going on here, and it seems to be quite large." Crona took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with the smell of gunpowder, ozone, and blood, his eyes gleaming with interest, as if this was the fragrance he craved.

“Yes, Your Excellency. The structure of the hive is too vast and complex for us to completely eradicate. Remnants of the Genestealer Cult and Chaos Cult still exist extensively deep within the Middle and Lower hives,” Ruan Wenbo explained. “However, this also suits our purposes: a recruit who wants to officially become a [Deathbringer] must pass a trial—achieve a victory against a Genestealer or Cultist. Only then will he be qualified to go to the main battlefield to fight the Ork.”

“The new recruits fight the cunning ones, and after that, they go straight to fight the greenskins.” Crona repeated Ruan Wenbo’s words, a strange expression appearing on his rugged face. He chuckled twice, “Haha… I think I understand why my fallen cousins ​​fell into the hands of you mortals… [The Ones Who Go to Their Deaths], this title will definitely be very famous in the galaxy in the future.”

"Thank you for the compliment," Nguyen Van Bo nodded slightly, "Next..."

“Let’s get straight to the battlefield,” Crona interrupted him bluntly. “I have no interest in the specifics of your recruitment system and military production... Time to go to the battlefield! Time to kill!”

"For Ruth! For the Father!" The wolf guards behind him raised their weapons and erupted in deafening cheers. Their fighting instincts had been ignited by the atmosphere here, and they couldn't wait to join the fray.

"Uh, well..." Ruan Wenbo hesitated for a moment upon seeing this, but still forced himself to speak, "I don't mean to hinder you from fighting the Greenskins. I just feel that there are some things that need to be explained to you before you go to the front lines."

"Then hurry up!" Crona waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a buzzing fly.

"First of all, you should already know that we detonated a nuclear bomb in orbit," Ruan Wenbo quickly got to the point. "This is actually our core tactic, which can be summarized as 'nuclear-step coordination': a nuclear strike by dropping a strategic nuclear bomb from high altitude to inflict massive casualties on the Greens and disrupt their formation. The intense nuclear radiation from the explosion will greatly weaken their physiological functions. Then, our soldiers will seize the opportunity to launch an assault, find and besiege those weakened Green leaders within the radiation zone."

"Uh... then what do your soldiers use to protect themselves from radiation?" Crona's previously impatient expression froze, and he frowned. Now, he finally understood why Nguyen Van Bo had insisted on telling him.

“A mixture of high-concentration anti-radiation agents and combat stimulants.” Nguyen Van Bo’s tone was eerily calm. “After the injection, the soldiers will generally only have twelve to sixteen hours left to live. But during this time, their individual combat effectiveness will be greatly enhanced, enough to overwhelm those green-skinned soldiers weakened by radiation.”

He paused, then added in a statement of fact: "However, many soldiers who survived the battlefield have told us that twelve to sixteen hours of life... is too long. In actual combat, they generally don't survive that long. We are considering improving the drug formula to further shorten remaining life while increasing individual combat effectiveness."

"Didn't quite a few soldiers survive until after the war? I don't think that's a very long time..." Crona subconsciously complained, feeling that his logic was a bit off.

“Uh…” Ruan Wenbo didn’t know how to answer this question that seemed obvious to him. He couldn’t very well say that he could be resurrected, could he? “The ones who go to their deaths believe that life in this universe is itself an endless suffering.”

At this moment, the mechanical priest Redito, who had been like a silent statue from beginning to end, suddenly spoke in his emotionless, synthesized electronic voice.

"The longer they live, the deeper this pain penetrates into their bones and torments their souls... Death is a better release than to live in misery. Perhaps their souls can even return to the golden throne and gain eternal peace."

“I see,” Crona stroked his stubble-covered chin, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “Is that what you’re thinking? If so… then it’s understandable that a soldier, while fighting, would observe the average lifespan of his comrades, and then, after the battle, would proactively complain to his superiors that he had lived too long.”

“Yes,” Redito agreed. “For us, finishing off a seriously wounded soldier is the greatest mercy. If you try to treat him, he’ll just curse you out… What’s that word again? Right, ‘enemy of the savior’.”

"An incredibly bizarre and unconventional idea!"

A voice abruptly broke in; Judge Herbert, somehow managing to bypass the wolf guards' blockade, stood nearby. His face held an undisguised, instinctive inquisitiveness: "How exactly did this idea come about?"

Crona first glared at the wolf guards who had failed in their "isolation" duties, then turned to Herbert and said in a threatening tone, "What, Inquisitor? Are you going to label this kind of thinking as heresy as well?"

“It’s just a simple question!” Herbert retorted without backing down.

In the end, it was Ruan Wenbo who answered the question: "Your Excellency, if you too had suffered for thirty years in Purgatory, then you would surely understand our... Chaos, Genestealers, Orcs, and even the Dark Eldar, who took turns turning Pedithia into a veritable living hell."

"There are Dark Eldar here?!" Herbert's voice instantly rose eight octaves. "By the Emperor, is that damn planetary governor holding some heretical meeting on this planet?!"

“What a grand occasion,” Crona grinned, revealing his white teeth, his tone laced with a cruel excitement. “This planet is quite lively… If I hadn’t never heard of this godforsaken place before, I would have thought it was some kind of extremely important transportation hub, a strategically vital location.”

(End of this chapter)