I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 183 Tyron: Anyone who disturbs my meal should die!

The acid swamp effectively prevented the Tyranids from recovering biomass, while the pervasive poisonous fog continuously weakened their perception and combat capabilities. The suicide bombers, however, handled this with ease, like emotionless war machines, engaging in the most brutal life-or-death exchanges with the enemy amidst the poisonous fog and acid swamp. For them, this war of attrition, which maximized the depletion of the enemy's manpower, was exactly what they desired.

But this is somewhat irritating to the hive's will.

These bipedal creatures, whom they were meeting for the first time, seemed to know their habits inside and out. Since the start of the battle, the Tyranid swarm had suffered considerable casualties but hadn't gotten any decent "meat." Most of the carcasses had been corroded by poison gas and acid; the few that were caught alive were promptly detonated by their internal explosives. They hadn't gotten any fresh meat, but they had certainly eaten their fill of high explosives and molten metal. Everything the enemy did seemed to have only one purpose—to prevent them from absorbing enough biomass.

Tyrannosaurus is enraged! The will of the Hive has decided to mobilize more power and must eliminate these annoying creatures who dare to interfere with its feeding!

Inside the command center, JK, who was constantly receiving intelligence from all parts of the battlefield, glanced at a newly printed report filled with complex curves and data. His expression changed slightly, and he immediately handed it to Pingjie. Bonnie and Leonid also curiously gathered around.

The report's data came from a prototype seismic detector that Pingjie had personally built. Its detection range was only a few tens of kilometers in radius, clearly insufficient for actual geological exploration, and Pingjie himself admitted it urgently needed improvement. However, if taken to the battlefield to measure potential underground attacks by the Tyranids, this range would be more than enough. But because it was a prototype, it only output the most basic vibration wave and density change data; only seasoned scholars could determine what had happened based on this data. This was why JK immediately handed it over to Pingjie after receiving it—he couldn't understand it at all.

“Something’s drilling underground.” Pingjie made the judgment in just one second. He looked up and asked, “Do we have any reserves?”

JK looked troubled: "The Tyranids have been launching relentless attacks on our fortress. The main reason we've been able to hold out for so long is..."

JK glanced at Wick before finally saying, "It's mainly because a large number of firing positions are automated, which saves a lot of manpower. But if we had to redeploy, we could only spare a maximum of one hundred people."

“One hundred people?” Upon hearing this number, Pingjie shook his head, then said in an unquestionable tone, “Let’s go.”

Wick immediately stepped forward: "I'll go with you."

Ignoring the guards' attempts to stop them, the group strode deeper into the fortress. Despite JK's unwavering resolve, the hundred suicide soldiers recently rotated from the secondary defenses followed. Meanwhile, Wick summoned all his friars via data link.

They eventually arrived at a massive, empty structural support layer at the base of the fortress. Pingjie surveyed his surroundings, countless streams of data flashing in his metallic pupils. He observed for less than ten seconds before swiftly issuing commands.

"Heavy weapons squad, go to that T-junction and establish crossfire around the main load-bearing pillar. Snipers, go up to the second-floor maintenance tunnel and fire freely. Wick, your frigates will provide flank support and use their arc rifles to disrupt any large enemies that may appear. The rest of you, form a fan-shaped defensive position around me and prepare to engage the enemy!"

His instructions were clear, swift, and unquestionable. Without hesitation, the hundred-plus suicide squad members and Skitari defenders, like precise mechanical parts, swiftly constructed a simple yet deadly trap in their respective positions.

Everyone held their breath and waited for several minutes behind their designated positions. In the oppressive silence, only the faint sound of artillery fire from the distant front could be heard.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble slightly. This wasn't the impact of artillery fire from the front lines; everyone present easily discerned this. It was a deep, continuous hum emanating from deep beneath their feet, growing faster and faster. Something was about to burst forth from the earth.

boom--!
With a deafening roar, the concrete floor beneath their feet exploded. A torrent of dirt, rubble, and twisted steel bars shot skyward, slamming into the ceiling. Amidst the billowing dust, several enormous figures leaped out of the newly formed crater.

Before them appeared more than a dozen serpentine pythons with bodies resembling giant snakes and four enormous scythe-like claws, as well as a massive individual at least two to three stories tall. It possessed four ferocious limbs: the two on top were huge bone scythes, its left lower limb gripped a giant sword that seemed to be compressed from countless bones, and its right lower limb was a flexible yet deadly whip.

"God!" Bonnie's shout revealed its identity, "The Hive Tyrant! It seems the Tyrannosaurus really hates us!"

The arrival of the Hive Tyrant was extraordinary. Before it had even fully landed, its long right hind leg whip lashed out with a whistling sound that tore through the air, lashing an entire squad of Suicide Infantrymen, along with the concrete bunker in front of them, into a shower of blood, flesh, and fragments.

"Fire!"

Everyone unleashed a torrent of fire upon it. Laser rifles, arc rifles, heavy explosive shells, and even automatic cannons roared incessantly, weaving a deathly barrage. But most of the attacks were faithfully blocked by the burrowing pythons surrounding the Hive Tyrant. Occasionally, a few heavy explosive shells would land on the Tyrant's carapace, causing its massive body to tremble slightly before falling silent. Arcs and lasers could only produce a few feeble sparks against that thick, armor-like biological cuticle.

"Leonid, what the hell are you doing, melting it?!" Bonnie roared to his side and back as he used a bomb to cut a pouncing serpent in two.

As soon as Bonnie finished speaking, a blinding crimson light erupted from the rear of the position, shooting towards the Hive Tyrant with unstoppable force. Many of the burrowing serpents that tried to block it were pierced through and vaporized like paper before this deadly beam. The Hive Tyrant reacted with unimaginable speed, swiftly rolling to the side with an agility unbecoming of its massive size, allowing the deadly thermal ray to destroy two limbs on its right side and nearly 20% of its torso mass, thus avoiding a direct hit to the head.

Immediately afterward, the heavily wounded Tyrant let out a piercing scream. An invisible psionic shockwave swept across the entire area, striking Leonid precisely where he had just unleashed his molten metal attack. His body stiffened abruptly, the heat emanating from his prosthetic body ceased instantly, and the humming of his internal mechanical components gradually subsided before he finally collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Wick exclaimed incredulously, "Leonid?!"

Pingjie grabbed Wick, who was trying to rush over, and shouted to the other side, "Bonnie, go to the nuclear reactor!"

Bonnie paused for a moment, then realized what he meant: "Now? Right here?!"

Pingjie didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed Wick and ran deeper into the fortress without looking back, answering Bonnie's question with his actions. Bonnie, seeing this, cursed and quickly turned to follow.

The Hive Tyrant, now reduced to only two limbs, cleanly and efficiently tore the remaining suicide soldiers and cultists to pieces as if dismantling a cheap toy. Its crimson compound eyes flickered. After a moment's deliberation between reinforcing the front lines and pursuing the enemy, it ultimately chose the latter, dragging its wounded body and taking heavy steps in pursuit.

(End of this chapter)