I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 170 Decision
Plasma beams and bright yellow explosive streams intertwined in the air above the ravaged streets, creating a deadly fire net. Commander Farsight, piloting his XV-8 Crisis Combat Suit, moved like a nimble dancer through the barrage of death.

Every movement it makes is elegant with precise calculations. Sometimes it uses its jetpack to make short jumps to avoid a series of deadly attacks; other times it lands steadily, and its plasma rifle locks onto the target in an instant to deliver a precise counterattack.

Under its command, its fire warriors fully utilized the advanced performance of the XV-8 Crisis Combat Suit and their own superb combat skills. They formed a flexible and deadly hunting group, using the ruins of buildings as cover, constantly changing formations, and suppressing the warriors in blue heavy armor with crossfire.

Whenever a combat suit is on the verge of collapse under the enemy's fierce attack, or when there is potentially fatal damage to the armor, the far-sighted and calm command will be immediately transmitted through the data link, allowing the suit to retreat to a safe area under the cover of teammates for emergency repairs.

Its battle with the Eighth Company's Ultramarines had been ongoing for quite some time. The enemy had repeatedly attempted to break through its lines using a fixed tactical paradigm, but each time it was anticipated and thwarted. These human warriors' almost obsessive adherence to a certain dogma had ironically become their greatest weakness. Foresight had seized upon their moments of weakness more than once, concentrating its firepower and inflicting considerable losses on them.

Despite its tactical successes, Vision harbored no contempt for these enemies. On the contrary, each encounter deepened its awe of these genetically modified warriors.

The visionary believes that while their technology may be riddled with contradictions, with advanced and outdated elements coexisting—for example, their powerful power armor lacks an AI-assisted system, which is simply unbelievable; without iridium alloy, the heavy armor even violates ergonomics to some extent—the physical and mental strength of these warriors is undoubtedly all-encompassing. Their shooting is precise and steady, and their will is unbreakable.

But this is precisely why foresight is even more perplexing. Why would these warriors, with wills as firm as steel, fail to understand the importance of flexibility and adaptability on the battlefield, and instead stubbornly adhere to doctrines that clearly hinder their combat?

Foresight's thoughts drifted to a battle report he had recently received from Commander Yonglan. In that report, Yonglan detailed how it had destroyed a massive human "monster" on the battlefield.

The object was almost twice the size of these power armored warriors, its entire body forged from thick iridium alloy armor, resembling a walking fortress. Yonglan initially thought it was an extremely rare war machine from the human side, equipped with true AI. However, after killing it and forcibly opening its outer armor, the scene revealed inside sent chills down the spines of all the Tau people present—it was a maimed human warrior, his limbs severed, connected to the machine's life support systems by countless cables. A rudimentary genetic analysis led to an unbelievable conclusion: he had lived for at least six thousand years.

Six thousand years!
The mere thought of this number seemed to overwhelm even the air circulation system in the cockpit. What a terrifying number! Six thousand years ago, the ancestors of the Tau were still picking fruit from the books of the Tau planet, uncivilized!
The fact that this vast empire, spanning the galaxy, has endured for so long, instead of being swept into the dustbin of history, must have had profound reasons, though their foresight remains unclear. Perhaps, these reasons can be glimpsed in their unwavering adherence to dogma?
However, such an analysis can only be conducted after the war. At least for now, the enemy's stubborn adherence to dogma puts Foresight and his troops in a completely tactical advantage. As an exceptionally skilled commander, Foresight is perfectly capable of grasping every move the enemy makes under these circumstances. Given this, why not let this situation continue?
Just as Vision decided to continue its steady advance, gradually eroding the enemy's manpower, a top-priority emergency communication request, accompanied by a piercing alarm, hit its helmet display. Before it could answer, the Water Clan liaison officer's voice, distorted with extreme anxiety, came through: "Vision! Return to the central command immediately! Immediately!"

"What!" Farsighted's heart sank, immediately sensing something was terribly wrong. It asked instinctively, but quickly realized what was happening. The gunfire in the background of the communication was too close; it wasn't a distant rumble, but a series of crisp, rapid explosions right next to it. "The central command post is under attack?"

"Yes!" The other person's voice was choked with sobs. "The humans just used their lives to force their way through the minefield and charge over! They didn't even try to dodge the massive bombardment from their fellow Qi Clan members! Our people fought desperately, but they couldn't stop them at all! The human corpses have piled up like mountains. Can you imagine the entire city being covered with severed limbs, which have raised the city by a whole meter?!"

Vision's heart sank to the bottom, but he still clung to a sliver of hope, asking in a trembling voice, "Then... what about Aether? Has Lord Aether evacuated?" "Humans are too fast... Lord Aether is still in the central command post! So forget about those blue humans, hurry back to reinforce!"

Vision felt as if he'd been struck on the head by a power hammer; the intense dizziness made him momentarily unsteady on his feet in his combat suit. He forced himself to remain calm, his mind racing as he analyzed the desperate situation: "No! If I retreat now, these blue-armored warriors will catch up immediately! Once they join those reckless humans, not only will the central command be wiped out, but the entire Gelbrin… no, the entire Dalis will be doomed!"

"The safety of Ether is the top priority!" the liaison officer screamed.

"We still have a way!" Foresight's voice suddenly rose. "Immediately have the Tu clan scientists activate a large-scale EMP electromagnetic pulse attack! The physical strength of these blue-armored warriors is definitely not enough to support their heavy power armor in combat! The EMP can paralyze their armor, and we can easily defeat them! Most of humanity's terrifying war machines will also be rendered ineffective!"

"Foresight, you've gone mad!" the other person screamed incredulously. "Our combat suits and pulse rifles will also be rendered useless by the EMP! Those humans outside will storm in and kill everyone in central command, including the Aetherians!"

"But we have successfully captured an entire company of genetically modified enemy soldiers! This is our greatest victory ever! Even if we have to negotiate in the future, this is the only bargaining chip we have!" Foresight retorted loudly, "Do we really think that after sacrificing so many brave soldiers, we will end up with nothing, slinking away from Dalis empty-handed and in disgrace?!"

"Watch your attitude, Shasio! Your thinking is seriously flawed!" the other party angrily accused. "No matter what, the Ether is the most inviolable asset! As long as the Ether exists, it doesn't matter whether we continue fighting or negotiate..."

"Loser, what right do you have to negotiate!" Foresight interrupted the other party with a roar. "You think you can get what you couldn't get on the battlefield from the negotiating table?!"

After saying that, Yuanjian unilaterally cut off the communication. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately switched the communication channel to the Tu clan and said in an unquestionable commanding tone: "With my highest command authority, I order the immediate activation of the EMP electromagnetic pulse."

“But, Commander…” The other party was clearly hesitant; the order was too terrifying.

“All responsibility,” Foresight said, emphasizing each word, “will rest solely on my shoulders!”

(End of this chapter)