I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 166 This behavior clearly violates the Astartes Codex.

The Thunderhawk gunship jolted violently, its piercing alarm shattering the silence within the transport bay. Red lights flashed wildly on the bulkhead, illuminating the visors of every Ultramariner as if they were blood-soaked demons.

Outside the window, the once gray sky had transformed into a deadly web woven from explosions and energy beams. Swarms of manta ray-shaped Tau Empire Barracuda fighters were swarming in from all directions, weaving nimbly through the cumbersome Imperial gunships, their ion cannons and missile pods beneath their wings spewing deadly energy and flames.

During a violent evasive maneuver, the Thunderhawk gunboat carrying Sicarius tilted sharply. He could clearly hear the piercing shriek of countless shrapnel scraping against its fuselage. A homing missile, leaving a long contrail, narrowly missed them, striking the engine of another friendly gunboat not far away. The hundred-ton steel behemoth instantly transformed into a runaway fireball, tumbling helplessly through the air before crashing down into the city ruins shrouded in toxic fumes.

"Engine One and Four have failed! We are falling!" The pilot's hoarse shout echoed through the communication channel. "Prepare for impact! Prepare—"

Before the words were even finished, a deafening roar that seemed to tear the world apart shattered the Thunderhawk gunship, which crashed into the ground at a brutal angle. The immense impact carved a trench hundreds of meters long through the rubble, finally bringing it to a stop in front of the collapsed skeleton of a building, the twisted metal groaning in pain.

Such a hard landing, enough to break bones and rupture internal organs in any mortal, was nothing to an Astartes. At the moment of impact, Sicarius's muscles tensed instantly, and the power armor's servo systems emitted a low, overloaded groan, dissipating most of the impact. He easily regained his footing, and the instant the transport hatch was violently ripped open, he raised his explosive pistol.

A Titan Soldier, pulse rifle in hand, attempted to fire at the newly opened hatch. But he was met with a detonating bullet, fueled by the Emperor's fury. The bullet struck its chest precisely, exploding within fractions of a second, blasting the alien and its blue armor into a cloud of blood and gore.

Meanwhile, Sicarius also noticed that many Thunderhawk gunboats that had failed to make an emergency landing were being shot down in the sky. Some combat comrades had no choice but to activate their jetpacks mid-air and parachute directly from the out-of-control gunboats. This action was a serious violation of the Astartes Code's provisions on airborne operations, but the situation was urgent, and any accountability for the tactics could only be settled after the war.

Just as Sicarius was about to inquire about Numi's situation through the communication channel, a faint sense of danger made him instinctively tilt his head slightly. A scorching pulse laser grazed his helmet, leaving a molten red dot on the bulkhead behind him.

The fire warrior who had launched the sneak attack immediately adjusted his trajectory, intending to fire again, but Numi's heavy figure had already crashed out from the other side. His explosive gun roared, and a precise burst of fire completely eliminated the attacker.

“These aliens have begun to use new recruits on a large scale,” Numi’s deep voice came through the communicator. “In previous battles, with the assistance of the Abomination Intelligence, their attacks never missed.”

“Yes,” Sicarius replied calmly, while suppressing a few enemies peeking out in the distance with his slug pistol, “if we just push a little harder…”

Before he could finish speaking, a commanding voice cut into the communications channel of all the soldiers in the Second Company. It was the Eighth Company Commander, and the supreme commander of this special operation, Ledo Ashus.

"All squads, take your positions immediately with your sergeants," Company Commander Ashius's voice was urgent. "We've just received a signal from friendly forces. The Death Legion has encountered high-level Xenomorph units. We must advance in their direction immediately!"

Meanwhile, in the war zone command center of the Tau Empire, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The mad dog-like, rapid assault of the Death Legion clearly caught the Tau Empire completely off guard. They never expected that their ally, the Krut, acting as a flank shield, would collapse so utterly in such a short time. An emergency meeting was immediately convened.

The Water Clan diplomats and Fire Clan commanders of the Tau Empire were well aware of the danger posed by the suicide bombers' rapid, reckless infiltration. However, some of the more astute commanders also saw a fleeting opportunity—this human force was now isolated and completely cut off from their main force! If they could seize this opportunity, they might be able to deliver a crushing blow to the arrogant humans.

As of now, the war has reached a bloody stalemate that the Tau people did not want to see, and the huge casualties in this war have been enough to shock the entire high command.

Even in their past battles against the savage Ork, the Tau Empire had never suffered such heavy casualties. Although everyone firmly believed that the ultimate victory of the "Supreme Good Path" was inevitable, they also desperately needed a victory of sufficient magnitude to boost the morale of the entire army.

Thus, a commander named "Vision" was urgently transferred from the stalemate on the left flank. He would lead an elite XV-8 Crisis Combat Suit squad, like a sharp scalpel, to excise the festering "tumor" of the suicide squad. All the Tau people present at the meeting believed that this powerful force would be enough to teach the lone human force a painful lesson.

However, just as the Foresight Commander's forces were dispatched, an even more alarming message reached the Emergency Council: the main force of the Human Empire, those genetically modified warriors clad in heavy blue armor, were launching a massive raid on their rear using Thunderhawk gunships and orbital drop pods!
The emergency council immediately descended into chaos again. The two factions—one insisting on recalling Visionary to deal with the threat from the rear, and the other insisting on continuing to send Visionary to intercept the dying—were locked in a bitter dispute, neither able to convince the other.

In the end, it was Yuanjian himself who personally made the decision on this debate via remote communication.

Its voice was calm and clear, instantly suppressing all the noise: "Gentlemen, please listen to me. Although the warriors of the Human Empire, who have undergone genetic engineering, are individually powerful, according to the reconnaissance of our Qi Clan brethren, their numbers are only around a hundred. They cannot cause fatal damage to our secure rear in a short time. However, if we allow that human force on the right flank, which has already reached six figures, to penetrate our rear positions, the situation on the entire front will be completely out of control."

It paused for a moment, then made a decision in an unquestionable tone: "My mission remains unchanged. I will eliminate the threat at hand."

(End of this chapter)