I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 152 This is good for both sides

[Assimilation complete] Standing on a patch of scorched earth plowed by tactical nuclear weapons, he exhaled deeply.

"This is really... a bit too crazy..."

The scene before him could no longer be described simply as a "battlefield." It was a veritable mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The bluish-gray bodies of the Titans were mixed with fragments of human black military uniforms, twisted and carbonized under the intense heat, covering the entire ground. Countless wrecked armored vehicles, like skeletons gnawed by giant beasts, piled up in this vast armored graveyard, still emitting wisps of black smoke.

He was certainly not lamenting over the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Although even he himself found it unbelievable, [Assimilation Complete] had now become accustomed to corpses and could now turn a blind eye to them. The [madness] he lamented referred to the fact that the total value of these armored vehicles, which were used as bait and expendable resources, was roughly equivalent to the annual industrial output of Peditia.

Of course, this refers to the output before he left. As for the current state of Peditia, it's unclear once assimilation is complete.

"Hey," [BUG]'s voice pulled him back to reality. He waved a bulky, black and white, hand cannon-like weapon in his hand. "Found it. Let's go back."

【Name: Teleportation Gun】

[Type: Other]

[Quality: Epic]

[Special Effects: Creates a special single-person quantum tunnel capable of traversing physical space; manipulates objects of a certain distance and mass using an anti-gravity device.]

[Note: Aperture Technology kindly reminds you: never try firing one shot at the ceiling above your head and then another at your feet out of curiosity. You're playing with your life—though it's certainly funny.]

"Thank goodness you found it, otherwise we would have been stranded on this planet of the Tau Empire," [Assimilation Complete] breathed a sigh of relief. "The supply ship should be setting off soon, right?"

"What's there to be afraid of? If things get really bad, we can just go back and die," [BUG] said nonchalantly. With that, he raised his teleportation gun and casually fired a shot at the ground in front of him. A ball of energy emitting a soft glow shot out, forming an oval-shaped portal with a blue border on the ground. On the other side of the portal was their room on the supply ship; they could even see a half-cold cup of coffee on the table.

The two walked to the portal. [Assimilation Complete] was about to step in when [BUG] stopped him.

“Wait a minute,” [BUG] said with a serious expression, “I think we need a little ritual.”

"You want to say a slogan so we can jump together?" [Assimilation Complete] saw right through his thoughts. "How about [You jump, I jump]?"

"Uh..." [BUG]'s plan was instantly exposed, leaving him speechless for a moment before offering a very constructive suggestion, "Could you pretend you didn't think of that and then ask me [what you plan to do]?"

"Sigh..." [Assimilation complete] sighed helplessly and asked cooperatively, "What do you plan to do?"

[BUG] Immediately straightened his chest, cleared his throat, and said in a solemn tone, "Ready, one, two, three... You jump, I jump!" After saying that, the two of them jumped into the portal together.

After a slight feeling of weightlessness, they returned to their cramped room on the supply ship. After [BUG] carefully placed the teleportation gun into the space device provided by the battalion's military committee, the two accepted a patrol mission and began strolling around the massive supply ship.

"Why don't you sell the teleportation gun?" On the way, [Assimilation Complete] asked casually. "These epic-quality pure tech items, those mechanical players must be selling them for hundreds of thousands, right? If you bargain, I reckon your teleportation gun could easily fetch a million. Selling it would make you financially independent."

For players of this game now, earning merit points and then using them to draw good items to sell has become one of the main motivations for playing.

【BUG】shaked his head: "What's the rush? I estimate I'll only get to pull out something like this once in my life. I'll definitely play with it until I'm satisfied before selling it... Besides, I've had it appraised. The materials used to make this teleportation gun are unique to the Portal universe, and repairing and maintaining it will be a huge problem. Just for that reason alone, it definitely won't be worth a million."

Just as the two were chatting, a voice interrupted: "Excuse me, are you the ones who went to die for Pedithia?"

The person asking the question looked like an ordinary sailor on a transport and supply ship, but the two still habitually glanced at each other's heads to make sure there was no glowing white nameplate.

"Yes, may I ask?" [BUG] stopped and answered.

"Just as I thought!" The sailor's face immediately lit up with excitement. "Your story has spread throughout the entire ship! I've never seen such courageous and radical Astronauts! Suicide trucks, nuclear bombs clearing the way, that's so cool! How long have you two been serving among the dead?"

The other party's rapid-fire questions left [BUG] somewhat overwhelmed: "Judging by the time, it's been about three or four months, right?"

"Three or four months?!" The other party immediately showed respect. "That's incredible! My brothers and I have discussed how long we could survive in your legion. We all agreed that surviving even thirty minutes would be a miracle! How did you manage that?"

Just as [BUG] was scratching his head, trying to figure out how to answer this tricky question, [Assimilation Completed] put his hand on his shoulder and politely said to the sailor, "Sorry, we have a mission to complete and can't talk any longer."

"Well, okay, I wish you success on your mission." A clear look of regret appeared on the other person's face.

[Assimilation complete] pulled [BUG] away, and after walking a certain distance, [BUG] asked in confusion, "Is there something wrong with him? He seemed quite enthusiastic to me, and I actually wanted to chat with him a little longer."

“It’s not that he has a problem, it’s that you have a problem,” [Assimilation Complete] said softly.

He stopped, looked into [BUG]'s eyes, and asked seriously, "After you've finished talking to him and established a good relationship, what do you plan to do next time you excitedly find him, intending to continue the previous topic, but he gives you a polite but puzzled look and asks you, 'Excuse me, who are you...?'?"

[BUG] He's gone silent.

“The immortality of those who go to their deaths is a collective matter,” [Assimilation Complete] patted him on the shoulder and continued walking forward. “As individuals, we should have less contact with NPCs. This is a good thing for both us and them.”

(End of this chapter)