I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 151 Your Tau Empire, in this universe, is just a...loli.

Inside the command center behind the third position, O'Reska stared intently at the massive holographic tactical map. The crimson torrent representing humanity, like an enraged beast, had crashed into its carefully laid trap.

Its heart surged with excitement, a thrill of cunning triumph almost making it let out a triumphant shout. However, it didn't immediately reveal this emotion, maintaining a cold mask on its face. This was only the first step that had been completely successful; next, it had to ensure that the pocket wouldn't be breached.

As expected, the human resistance was extremely tenacious. These illogical creatures seemed to know nothing of death. Even as rows of tanks were reduced to burning wreckage by railgun bombardment, and even as hordes of soldiers fell under the barrage of pulse fire, the following troops continued their fearless advance, stepping over the corpses of their comrades. The entire battlefield had become a veritable meat grinder.

However, to O'Res's relief, under the cover of fortified positions and with overwhelming terrain advantage, the humans' fearless charge ultimately resulted in only futile and massive casualties. Their lines remained as immovable as a rock. Clearly, this frenzied human army was incapable of breaking through this steel defense line constructed by all the remaining forces of Selkel.

Seeing the red arrows representing humans on the map, and knowing the offensive was gradually weakening and stopping, Oresca could hardly contain its joy. It knew its plan had succeeded!
It even thought smugly, "So what if I'm crazy and fearless? War... is ultimately not won by courage alone. Victory belongs to commanders like myself who possess exceptional wisdom and tactical acumen."

Just then, several new signals appeared on the tactical map, rapidly approaching from high altitude. The live feed from the forward observation post was immediately switched to the main screen.

O'Reska spotted several strangely shaped aircraft. They had massive wings and bulky fuselages, seemingly defying all principles of aerodynamics, exuding a raw and savage industrial aesthetic. The Tau Empire's atmospheric air power had been almost completely destroyed in the previous orbital bombardment; these were clearly the air force of the Human Empire.

What are they going to do? A sense of foreboding rose deep within Oresca.

Ground support? But with only a few aircraft and a very limited amount of ammunition, they obviously couldn't inflict much damage on the heavily guarded Tau Empire forces on the ground. They would soon be shot down by the Hammerhead's powerful anti-aircraft firepower.

Its ominous premonition was soon confirmed. After dozens of paratroopers using gravity parachutes jumped from those planes, instead of pulling up and returning to base, they began to split up, adjust their attitude, and accelerate towards the Tau Empire's positions... in a dive!
Eu'reska's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Immediately have Hammerhead Sharks concentrate their firepower! Attack those planes!" it roared into the communicator.

In fact, even without its order, the Fire Warriors on the front lines sensed something extremely wrong. Dozens of Hammerheads on the position immediately turned their cannons around, aiming their deadly railguns and missiles at the sky. A dense anti-aircraft fire network was instantly formed. Although the human pilots attempted to evade, under such intense fire, the aircraft were quickly struck by several beams of scorching energy, trailing long plumes of black smoke, like burning meteors hurled by catapults, crashing towards the Tau Empire's positions.

However, their trajectories precisely covered the core area of ​​the entire position.

A chilling thought flashed through Oreska's mind: Could it be... that their goal was originally to rush towards the Tau Empire's positions?
The next instant, its conjecture was confirmed.

There was no loud explosion, nor any deafening roar.

In the instant those planes crashed, a white light, more blinding than a star, engulfed the entire battlefield. All the screens in the command center instantly turned white. Then, all sound vanished in an instant, and the world fell into a deathly silence.

Oreska stared blankly at the tactical map that represented all its hard work and hopes. After a few breaths, the dense blue unit signals representing the core area of ​​the position on the map vanished instantly, as if wiped away by an invisible hand, turning into a devastating, ever-expanding blank area.

The image on the screen finally returned, revealing a hellish scene.

Several enormous, ugly mushroom clouds were slowly rising above the former Third Position. Destructive shockwaves were spreading outwards in concentric circles, tearing everything in their path to shreds. A fury mixed with despair and humiliation ignited within it, burning away any fleeting moments of collapse. The commander's responsibility, like cold iron clamps, forcibly dragged it back from the abyss of despair.

It struggled to its feet, grabbed the communicator, and roared hysterically into it: "Quick! Try to contact all surviving units! Get them to regroup! Now!"

The surviving staff officers around them finally snapped out of their shock and frantically began operating the equipment in front of them, which was already flashing alarms.

Oresca gasped for breath as an even more terrifying thought surfaced in its mind.

It has realized this. These lunatics dare to kill their enemies with suicide trucks, so are mere nuclear radiation and high temperatures some insurmountable barrier to them?
Not to mention, the human armies that were at the forefront were obviously also within the kill range of the nuclear bombs.

Just then, a cheerful whistle pierced through the chaotic alarms and shouts inside the command post and came in clearly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With several heavy thuds, the alloy doors of the command post were violently blasted open, twisted metal billowing inwards. From the smoke and dust, a dozen or so paratroopers, clad in black armored suits and carrying gravity parachutes on their backs, strode in, their hell guns still emitting smoke.

The leading human soldier glanced around at the panicked Tau people in the command post, then said in a tone as if he had discovered a treasure, "Look what we've found!"

As Oresca looked at them, the last glimmer of hope in its heart vanished. It slowly slumped into its commander's chair, giving up all resistance. Through clenched teeth, it uttered words laced with hatred and incomprehension: "You...you demons, madmen!"

"Demon, madman?" The lead paratrooper interrupted it, his tone as if he'd heard something ridiculous. "Hey, hey, hey, don't spout nonsense. Do you even know what a 'demon' is?"

The player shrugged and looked at it with pity: "As for madmen... in your eyes, nuclear strikes and suicide trucks are madmen? Sigh... as expected, your Tau Empire is just a little girl in this universe."

Having said that, he stopped talking and raised his Hellfire Gun. The paratroopers behind him also raised their weapons in unison.

The next second, the shrill whistle of the Hellfire Gun, mixed with the dying screams of the Tau aliens, heralded the end of the battle within the small command center. The pungent stench of blood and ozone instantly filled the entire space.

The leading player kicked aside the corpse in front of him, walked to the tactical map, looked at the huge blank area on it and the new red torrent surging out from it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"The command post has been cleared and is complete," he reported in a relaxed tone over the communications channel. "Where shall we go for some fun next?"

(End of this chapter)