I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 180 Tyron: You fucking ripped me off?!
The alarms didn't sound, because they were no longer needed. Every unit silently and efficiently entered combat readiness. The heavy bunker doors slowly closed, the shields of the automatic turrets disarmed, revealing the ominous red-glowing target acquisition lenses below. The soldiers checked their weapons and took their firing positions, their movements as precise as machines. In just a few dozen seconds, the entire island fortress transformed from a bustling construction site into a silent and deadly steel behemoth.

Then, the sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn't that dark clouds were obscuring the sun; rather, the light itself was being swallowed up by an invisible force. A fear emanating from the depths of the soul, stemming from the oldest instincts of life, surged into everyone's hearts, as if the end of the entire planet was about to arrive in the next second.

Taron Wick looked up at the sky; the once bright sunlight had been completely obscured. Like a wild beast in the forest suddenly sensing the scent of its predator, every biological component within him screamed, urging him to flee immediately. Yet, he remained motionless, his mechanical prosthetics firmly fixed to the alloy deck.

Then, he saw the end of the world.

Those “things” that had been obscuring the starlight finally revealed their true forms. Countless spore drop pods, with twisted tentacles and composed of pure flesh and chitinous shells, roared down from the dark sky to the earth like a never-ending downpour.

“Om Messiah…” Wick murmured in an almost subdued voice. At that moment, he completely understood why these people said they lacked confidence. The sheer number of them, even just their sheer mass, would be enough to crush everyone here and level the entire island.

The next second, the automatic close-in weapon systems on the position began their roar.

A deafening roar instantly engulfed everything. The previously dimly lit fortress was illuminated by the dense muzzle flashes, becoming as bright as day. Countless trailing bullets shot into the sky, precisely tearing apart the spore drop pods attempting to airdrop directly into the fortress. Fortunately, the only people here were the highly modified Wick and those already accustomed to the battlefield and ready to die; otherwise, the terrifying noise alone would have been enough to rupture the eardrums of any unprotected mortal.

Realizing that this relentless anti-aircraft fire, regardless of logistical costs, could not penetrate the fortress, the spore rain above it quickly thinned and shifted to a more distant area. These unknown aliens clearly possessed extremely high swarm intelligence.

Far beyond the reach of anti-aircraft fire, countless airdrop pods successfully landed. A world made of flesh and blood began to replace the original ocean-dominated natural landscape at an alarming rate. Creep and digestive pools spread wildly, rapidly decomposing and draining all organic and inorganic matter on the planet, transforming it into pure, viscous liquid biomass.

Wick watched helplessly as the once azure sea level dropped at a visible speed. In just over ten minutes, the vast ocean that covered the entire planet was nearly dry, revealing the wet seabed beneath.

At this point, the aliens' attacks on the fortress remained sporadic. Clearly, they paid little attention to this small, stubborn "nail," or rather, completely ignored it.

The response from those who went to their deaths was to launch a large number of promethium incendiary bombs at the open-air liquid biomass pools. The promethium continued to burn fiercely in the pools, fueled by the liquid biomass.

The effects were immediate, and the insects panicked. The previously open-air biomass pools rapidly grew more flesh and blood tissue, pulsating like giant hearts, eventually becoming completely sealed off to insulate themselves from the promethium fire. At the same time, swarms of blade insects and gun insects formed a terrifying ocean of purplish-black and white, roaring as they advanced at high speed from the exposed seabed towards the fortress.

However, the insects still didn't take this human force seriously. In their eyes, the biomass here was far too scarce to warrant a significant investment. Therefore, the leader was merely an executioner—a gigantic bio-weapon with a heavy exoskeleton, capable of rapid self-healing, and able to toy with Leman Rustank at close range. But this level of unit was clearly not capable of ignoring dense close-in weaponry. Several automated cannons immediately locked onto it as their top priority target, concentrating their firepower to create bursts of blood on its carapace. In just three seconds, the behemoth was torn to shreds.

As for the other blade-wielding bugs, they met the same fate. A single, casual volley of bullets from the close-in weapon system cleared a bloody path through the swarm. Realizing that a frontal assault was futile, the bugs decisively began to retreat.

However, the prepared suicide bombers immediately launched a second wave of promethium incendiary bombs. Their target wasn't the retreating insects, but rather the mountains of insect corpses piled up on the battlefield. The sheer number of bombs deployed turned the area around the fortress into a sea of ​​promethium fire. The biomass that should have been salvaged was, of course, completely incinerated.

Faced with this situation, the insects had no choice but to reluctantly abandon the corpses in order to preserve more biomass. The remaining spear-like insects let out a hateful shriek towards the fortress, surging in like a tide, and then retreating in disarray just as quickly.

The battle began and ended abruptly, so quickly that even Wick was somewhat bewildered. He glanced at the three "priests" beside him and found them still solemn, without the slightest sign of relaxation. He then realized that the war was far from over.

Wick couldn't help but ask, "You seem to... already know the details of these aliens?"

“Yes,” Bonnie answered absentmindedly, seemingly processing post-war data, and then changed the subject, “What do you think we should name this newly discovered alien, Taren?”

“Isn’t his name Tyron?” Leonid interjected from the side.

“That’s the original!” Bonnie immediately retorted. “Now that we’re the first to discover and officially engage them, their detailed intelligence reports and combat manuals on how to deal with them might even bear our names! The naming rights are naturally ours!”

"Hmm..." Pingjie pondered for a moment, then said in an extremely serious tone, "How about calling it 'Pink Furry Rabbit'?"

Everyone who heard the name couldn't hold back; even JK's lips twitched slightly.

Bonnie rolled his eyes: "Forget it, I doubt anyone wants to be killed by the Pink Furry Rabbit. I think we should just name it after this planet, Tyron."

(End of this chapter)