I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 172 After this battle is over, I'll come and solo kill you offline!
In the corridor, the scorching metal hissed, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of ozone. Ghostface pressed himself tightly behind a thick, warped metal blast-proof plate, letting the red beam of the Hellfire Gun sizzle and burn the surface of his cover. He hadn't peeked out since that initial dodge at the start of the battle.

He didn't need to. As the commander, as long as he didn't die, his guards could be reborn endlessly on this cold warship through that unreasonable mechanism, using their lives and cheap automatic gun ammunition to wear down the enemy's superior equipment and precious lives.

"Legion Commander," a player who had just respawned and was checking his ammunition said, his voice muffled through his gas mask, "the Inquisitor's Guard's firepower is fierce, all of them are using Hellfire rifles, and our lousy metal armor is like paper. If we keep switching targets like this, it seems like we might not be able to win!"

"What the hell?!" Ghost Face whirled around, his eyes wide, as if he'd heard something utterly unbelievable. "I've already put on a show halfway, and now you're telling me we might not be able to win?!"

"We didn't know we were going to fight the Inquisitors today!" the player said innocently, spreading his hands. "Our standard gear is for fighting aliens, not for fighting the Inquisition's elite in urban warfare! Speaking of which, why did this guy suddenly go crazy and insist on using the Extinction Order to bomb Dalis?"

"How the hell should I have known!" Upon realizing that his "meticulous" plan might backfire, Ghostface's temper flared instantly. He roared, "The original GW Merchant Ronin trilogy wrote that this scoundrel went mad and wanted to use the Extinction Order to blow up Dalis, and now this scoundrel has really gone mad!"

"The original GW novel also says that the cultists' heavy logging guns could pierce through the original Space Marine's terracotta breastplate with a single shot and hit the heart, causing serious injury!" the other party retorted sharply. "Then why can't our heavy logging guns even scratch the terracotta paint off the Space Marines' armor?!"

"How the hell should I know? Go ask GW!"

Two players wearing gas masks inexplicably exchanged a few shouts amidst the hail of bullets, then stared at each other in silence. Just then, Freddy, who was struggling to suppress the fire with a heavy logging rifle not far away, turned to them and shouted, "If you're so bored, come and help! Stop putting on this show!"

Freddy's silence only made things worse. As soon as he spoke, Ghostface, watching Freddy's retreating figure, felt a flash of inspiration, and a brilliant solution instantly formed in his mind...

On the other side, the private guard loyal to Inquisitor Grand, relying on sturdy cover, calmly and efficiently unleashed their firepower. Just as they were gradually gaining the upper hand, a unified shout came from the opposing side's suicide squad: "Three, two, one, throw!"

A blurry black shadow was thrown out from behind the cover in an extremely exaggerated parabolic arc, tracing an arc through the air before crashing down towards their position.

The guards' fighting instincts were instantly triggered, and several precise red beams immediately struck the dark figure, the scorching energy burning sizzling marks on his body.

The dark figure crashed to the ground, tumbling twice on the smooth deck. The private soldiers stared, realizing it was a living, breathing death! Needless to say, it was Freddy Krueger who had been thrown there…

"Damn Ghostface, I'll come down and solo kill you after this battle is over..."

These were his last words to this world. The next second, the high-explosive pack, which he had shielded with his body and which was still intact, was remotely detonated.

A blinding white light engulfed the entire corridor, and a violent shockwave tore and twisted the solid metal walls. Everything fell silent in an instant, leaving only the hissing sound of molten metal and the gradually malfunctioning alarm.

Before the smoke from the explosion had even cleared, the suicide bombers swarmed forward. After a struggle through the twisted wreckage, they successfully dug out Grand, still clinging to life, from beneath a pile of debris. Ghostface casually waved his hand: "Quick, quick, give him a shot of stimulant to keep him alive. He can't die yet."

……

In a VIP lounge aboard the "Blade of Sorrow," a host of high-ranking officers from the expeditionary force gathered, the atmosphere heavy and icy. Among them were Lucius Garrett, the traveling merchant who had been almost entirely responsible for the logistical support of the expedition; Wendell Gage, the expeditionary force's commander-in-chief; Imperial Navy Admiral Geralqua; and even Luman, the captain of the Iron Hands, and the renowned Ultramarines Chapter Commander, Calgar.

“Let me be frank,” Lucius took a deep breath, breaking the silence, “I propose that we immediately negotiate with these aliens and withdraw completely from the Dalis system.”

“No,” Ruman said emotionlessly, the static from the communicator making his voice sound more like two pieces of steel rubbing against each other.

“I need a sufficiently convincing reason to accept this humiliating offer.” Calga’s voice was steady, clearly indicating his absolute rejection as well. “Wendel,” Lucien addressed the Commander-in-Chief directly, “you speak.”

Wendell Gage nodded, his face grim as he stood up. "The situation... is terrible. Although we appear to be in a good position due to the astonishing success of the Legion of the Dead, in reality, we are on the verge of destruction."

He paused, then continued, “At first, we thought they were just an uncivilized alien race. The last time the Mechanicus recorded them was when they were using sharpened sticks to start a fire. We thought they might only occupy one or two star systems at most… In fact, that was completely wrong. Their territory spans at least an entire star cluster. These aliens have already amassed over a hundred warships, and I think our navy can't afford another disastrous 'victory' like last time, right, Admiral Gerakan?”

Admiral Gerald's face turned ashen, and he remained noncommittal.

"As for their technology," Wendell said with a wry smile, "to be honest, they are better than us in many areas."

“Absurd,” Luhmann said coldly. “Inferior aliens could never possibly stand against humans on sacred machinery.”

“Yes, we beat them so badly they were bleeding from the nose,” Lucien picked up the conversation, cracking a dry joke, “but their reinforcements are almost here, while our supplies are in jeopardy and haven’t arrived yet. The current situation is the best we can hope for. The Deathbringers, through their valiant fighting, captured the highest ruling class of the Xenomorphs—that’s our biggest bargaining chip. We either accept the status quo or spend the rest of our lives in their POW camp. And don’t forget, that madman Grand can launch a Cyclone Torpedo at any moment!”

Just as the two sides were unable to reach a consensus and the atmosphere became deadlocked, Calga suddenly spoke up: "I just found it strange... why isn't the commander of the Deathbringers here? They captured the alien leader, and they are the ones who made the breakthrough in the battle."

“I invited him,” Lucien said hesitantly, “but I don’t know why he hasn’t arrived yet.”

Just then, the heavy metal door of the reception room swung open. A strong stench of blood wafted out, causing everyone present to change their expressions.

Ghostface strode into the reception room, and behind him, two men dragged the unconscious, blood-soaked Judge Grand like a dead dog.

"Oh, everyone's here? Hehe, looks like I've arrived just in time." Ghost Face looked around and said casually, "I happened to run into this Inquisitor on the way, who was heading to the bridge to launch the Whirlwind Torpedoes immediately, so I took care of this little problem. Sorry for the delay."

"Why...why did you bring him here?" Lu Xiuan asked in astonishment, not knowing how to react for a moment.

"Then where am I supposed to take him?" Ghost Face shrugged matter-of-factly. "Am I supposed to leave him lying there and wait for me to finish my meeting before moving him? He's supposed to be a judge, this kind of 'placement play' is too insulting."

I think dragging him around like a dead dog is the real insult... Lu Xiuan's eyelids twitched wildly: "May I ask, Ghost Face Leader, what exactly are you doing moving him around like that?"

"Do I need to say it?" Ghost Face retorted. "The soldiers on the front lines fought bloody battles to achieve this result, and this guy just waved his hand and planned to blow everything to ashes. Letting him die like this would be too easy for him."

His voice suddenly turned cold, filled with undisguised malice.

"I will take him to the surface of Dallis, so he can see with his own eyes the place where every human soldier fought to the death. Then, I will nail him to the tallest building in Gelbrin, so he can forever, consciously, taste the shame that his decision brought! Traitors must pay the price!"

Lucien swallowed hard. "The tribunal will go crazy..."

"Oh, and then send a few judges to investigate in three to five years?" Ghost Face scoffed disdainfully. "Don't worry, Lucius. By then, I'll be fucking dead!"

(End of this chapter)