I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 169 Get out of my way! I don't have time to kill you!

Evans Case lay tensely behind the hastily constructed makeshift position made of charred rocks, his knuckles white from the strain, gripping his pulse rifle tightly. The cold metallic touch transmitted through the gloves of his combat suit, but did nothing to calm his pounding heart. Inside his helmet, only his own rapid, heavy breathing echoed.

Ahead, the thick, dark green fog was silently and relentlessly spreading towards their positions, like a slowly moving wall of poison gas, swallowing all light and sound in its path. It knew it was the signal of the human imperial army's attack. That was the color of death.

Evans silently repeated, almost mechanically, the words his lieutenant had instilled in them in a hoarse voice during the pre-battle mobilization.

"The purpose of humanity's arrival is to carry out a complete and merciless genocide against us!"

"For titanium tiles! For your families back home!"

"Defend the highest good!"

These words, like a self-hypnotic incantation, echoed incessantly in his fear-filled mind. Only in this way could this new recruit, fresh out of academy and stepping onto the real battlefield for the first time, slightly soothe the almost overflowing fear in his heart and squeeze out a tiny bit of insignificant courage to face death.

The dark green poisonous fog was rapidly approaching, and through the helmet's optical sensors, one could vaguely see countless distorted human figures moving about within it.

Whether it was psychological or not, Case felt that what was moving through the swirling poisonous fog were not flesh-and-blood creatures that could be explained by real science, but some kind of more terrifying and unknowable entity. They were evil spirits from ancient legends, bringing plague and despair, and carrying hatred for all living beings.

"For the path of the highest good!" As the first figure was about to emerge from the edge of the thick fog, Case mustered all its strength and roared from the depths of its throat. With the brief courage gained from this roar, it slammed the trigger.

A scorching blue beam of energy tore through the dim air, striking the figure precisely. The person collapsed, twitching twice before falling still. Seeing this, Case felt slightly relieved: it seemed these creatures were indeed made of flesh and blood! They could be killed!

But what followed quickly and completely destroyed the little courage it had just mustered, and cruelly shattered its psychological defenses.

As their comrades fell, the humans behind them did not follow the tactics that Case had learned in his daily training, such as finding cover and advancing in shifts. Instead, they seemed to have no idea that their comrades had died. They charged forward madly, braving the intertwined barrage of fire and trampling over the still-warm corpses of their comrades!
Then the anti-personnel minefield at the front line was triggered. The violent explosion tore the front-line humans to pieces, sending dirt and blood flying into the air. Case thought this would slow the advance, but the subsequent suicide bombers ignored it, continuing their charge in a straight line without slowing down, deliberately detonating mine after mine with their own bodies. Soon, a safe passage paved with severed limbs was forcibly carved out of the minefield.

They charged to the front of the position with a brutal tactic that was beyond Keyes’ imagination and completely defied tactical common sense.

The vanguard, charging into battle, didn't hesitate to fire grenades and hurle heavy hand grenades into their positions. These new recruits from the Fire Clan, though clad in fully enclosed combat suits to protect against poison gas, lacked the beastly instincts of the Krut people, capable of reacting to even the slightest danger. Their severe lack of combat experience left them utterly disorganized in the massive, indiscriminate explosions, their lines instantly thrown into chaos. Simultaneously, a piercing, tearing whistling sound descended from the sky.

"Fire! Take cover!" With the lieutenant's shrill roar, a deafening explosion swept across the entire position. The violent shockwave, like an invisible giant hand, slammed Case to the ground. He felt dizzy, the world inside his helmet spinning, and all he could hear was a sharp buzzing.

By the time it swayed and regained its senses, the humans, the ones who had gone to their deaths, had already surged onto the battlefield like a tidal wave, engaging them in close combat! Clearly, they didn't care at all about the friendly fire that the shelling might have caused.

Case instinctively drew his honor blade from his waist, but before it could even assume a fighting stance, three men wielding entrenching tools or combat knives covered in mud and blood rushed towards it. As a new recruit, it might not even be able to defeat these lunatics who had roamed through mountains of corpses and seas of blood one-on-one, let alone three.

It parried and counterattacked with all its might, but the blade symbolizing honor seemed utterly powerless against the relentless onslaught. Finally, a crude combat knife pierced its defenses, embedding itself deeply in the armored joint of its shoulder. In excruciating pain, the blade it gripped slipped from its hand and clattered to the ground. Immediately afterward, a mud-caked military boot slammed into its chest, sending it crashing to the ground.

"So this is my end!" Case thought in anguish. It gave up resisting, closed its eyes in despair, and prepared to await death.

But it waited for a long time, and the expected, cold, all-ending finishing blow never came.

It opened its eyes in confusion, only to find in astonishment that the suicide bombers completely ignored it, this fire warrior who, though lying on the ground, was clearly still alive. They simply rushed past it, continuing their charge towards the rear of the position without looking back! In just a short while, it could see that the three suicide bombers who had fought against it earlier had already disappeared into mere blurry dots.

"What...what's going on..." At this moment, the combat suit's life support system activated, and a cool liquid was injected into its body. Under the effect of the stimulant, the excruciating pain in its shoulder was rapidly subsiding. It struggled, trying to stand up from the ground, "You...why didn't you kill me..."

"Get out of my way! I don't have time to kill you!" Just as it propped itself up, it was shoved away like a pebble kicked aside by a person rushing past, and fell to the ground again.

Amidst the chaotic noise of the battlefield, it vaguely heard words its brain could neither comprehend nor process. The one heading for his death, running wildly, laughed loudly in a joyful tone:

"I'll definitely be the first person to get Sicarius's autograph! Hahahaha..."

(End of this chapter)