I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 125 Making Good Use of the Game Background
"So it really does exist, right?" [BUG] couldn't help but complain, "Does this game even have any entry requirements? How can people with mental illnesses be allowed in..."

Although he tried to control the latter part of his voice, it was still caught by [Ghost Face] in the silent wilderness.

"Hey, I'm a law-abiding citizen!" Ghost Face immediately shouted indignantly, his voice sounding as if he had been greatly insulted. "I take my medicine on time and in the correct dosage every day, report to the relevant departments regularly, and help old ladies cross the street, okay? Why can't I even play a game!"

Ghostface paused here, then added smugly, "Besides, I've read the game's terms of service carefully. It only warns that 'people who are afraid of blood or uncomfortable with gory scenes should play with caution,' and I don't fall into either of those categories!"

"I see you not only don't take advantage of it, but you're also particularly enthusiastic about it..." BUG's tone was full of suspicion, "Have you really never stabbed anyone in real life?"

"You're being completely ridiculous!" Ghost Face said unhappily, as if BUG's question was a challenge to his professional ethics. "It's 2055 now, even the primeval forests of Shennongjia are full of cameras. Where am I supposed to kill someone? I'm a madman, not an idiot!"

For a moment, no one could refute the bug.

Just then, the masked figure at the front suddenly stopped, and the others followed suit. Bug immediately became alert, gripping the explosive pistol at his waist: "What's wrong?"

"We've arrived." Ghost Face pointed to a pile of rubble in the distance. "Can you see that? That's our destination."

Bug strained to see where the ghost face was pointing. In the dim light, through the pervasive radioactive dust, he could vaguely make out a pink, rectangular object with a yellow doorknob standing among the rubble.

He raised his hand in disbelief to wipe his helmet visor, then looked at it again.

"That's... Doraemon's Anywhere Door?"

“Oh,” Ghost Face realized, shrugging. “When we first found this place, it was just a pile of broken stones. I thought it looked really ugly, so I spent merit points to buy a wooden door and a few buckets of paint from the system and decorated it to look like a portal. Actually, you can get a system notification as soon as you get close; that’s the entrance to the Internet.”

BUG was clearly speechless at the surreal scene and the other party's nonchalant attitude: "Then why didn't you hurry up and notify the main force? This is obviously the entrance and exit of the Dark Eldar! You don't really think that eight of us can defeat the Dark Eldar, do you?"

"Don't worry, I'm perfectly clear-headed." Ghost Face turned to the silent player with the ID [Michael] and said, "Hey, Michael, it's time to take the stuff out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Michael, who had been silent all along, took off his backpack, rummaged through it for a while, and finally, under BUG's watchful eye, pulled out a human head.

“This…” BUG stared at the head, its mouth taped shut but its eyes still blinking in terror, still alive. “You…you’re carrying around a human head…”

“Not just one, these are spoils from our previous operation in the Lower Nest, a total of six heads of Slaanesh cultists,” Ghostface introduced enthusiastically, as if showing off his most prized collection. “My plan is this: once the Anywhere Door… I mean the Webgate opens, we’ll jump in with these six heads, untie the tape from their mouths, make them shout something like ‘For Slaanesh!’, and then we’ll wait for the Slaanesh demons to come and deal with the Dark Eldar.” “I won’t even discuss whether your plan is feasible,” BUG felt his brain was about to burn out, “In this whole plan, the number of people is the least important, isn’t it? Why did you specifically come to me before setting off?”

“Let’s make it an auspicious number,” Ghost Face said matter-of-factly. “Look, with you included, we now have exactly eight people. 888, that sounds like ‘get rich, get rich, get rich,’ much better than the number 7.”

“Let me give you a friendly reminder,” BUG said, “the number 8 has another meaning in Warhammer…”

“I know,” Ghostface replied. “And the ‘golden’ I’m referring to is exactly what you mean. Think about it, if this plan to summon Slaanesh fails, our numbers might catch the eye of the great god Khorne and he might bless us! Then we could defeat the Dark Eldar… Uh, buddy, why are you holding the explosive pistol again?”

“I’m thinking about whether I should just draw my gun and shoot you heretics right now,” BUG said expressionlessly, feeling his loyalty being put to the test like never before, “and why the Emperor hasn’t given you a psychic slap and turned you heretics into mincemeat.”

“It would be easier if the Emperor slapped us with his psychic power at this point,” Ghostface said nonchalantly, even clapping his hands. “He could probably smash this Anywhere Door in the process, and then our mission would be complete, right? It’s a pity he’s already an old, rusty old man on the throne and can’t move.”

He even casually spread his hands, as if it were just a harmless joke.

Ghostface said in a persuasive tone, "This is the 40K era now, and humanity is in such a difficult situation that we should use whatever we have. Isn't it a good option for us to take advantage of the ancient conflict between the Slaanesh and the Dark Eldar, let them fight like dogs and kill each other?"
"Otherwise, think about it. To deal with this portal that could open at any moment, we would need to bring in at least an artillery regiment to keep a 24-hour watch. The moment the portal lights up, we would immediately unleash a barrage of fire. What a waste of resources that would be!"

Ghost Face turned around, his tone even carrying a hint of earnest instruction.

“We’re not those mindless NPCs who have to follow those rigid rules and principles,” he said. “We’re players! Playing dirty tricks, taking advantage of the faction dynamics and background settings in the game… isn’t that just natural?”

BUG was taken aback by his twisted logic: "What if your heretical behavior is discovered and reported to the court?"

“Ha,” Ghost Face let out a contemptuous sneer from his throat.

He held up one finger: "First of all, given the empire's administrative efficiency, even if a report could actually get through layers of bureaucracy and reach the court, it would probably be a hundred years from now."

He raised a second finger: "Secondly, even if I'm unlucky and a judge happens to be bored and comes over quickly, so what? I can just commit suicide, right? After being resurrected, I'll be a completely new person. Let the judge investigate my corpse all he wants. I'm a person who grew up under the education of the new era. I'm not feudal, and I don't mind donating my body."

(End of this chapter)