I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 196 The Clever Tyron

After dealing with the alien-smelling corpse, the newbies returned to the trench in high spirits. Sure enough, the squad leader was already sitting on an ammunition box, waiting for them, with a military-green metal can in his hand.

Everyone crowded around curiously, craning their necks to watch. Even the Mechanic player from Riza picked up his steel arms with great interest, intending to see how the other would eat them.

The squad leader removed his heavy helmet. He casually drew his combat knife from his waist, skillfully pried open the can with a few quick movements, and with a "pop," the can was opened. An indescribably rich aroma of meat mixed with a peculiar scent of spices instantly filled the air.

He used a dagger to cut a dark red piece of meat from inside, then stuck it directly into his mouth with the dagger. To everyone's astonishment, the squad leader closed his eyes, a look of utter ecstasy and intoxication on his face.

Everyone else was stunned. One of the players finally couldn't help but ask, "Class monitor... didn't the forum say that ant-cow canned food is particularly dangerous? If the ant-cow eggs inside aren't properly inactivated, they'll hatch inside the can, and if you don't know how to handle them, you just roast them into charcoal before eating them?"

"That's how you eat to survive. That's how we old-timers eat," the squad leader said, boasting as he spoke, his words muffled. "You'll understand once you've played around a bit longer. In this hellish battlefield, to survive 24 hours unscathed and then have the ant-bulls eat you to death from the inside out is practically an imperial blessing. So why bother with all that processing? Just eat it!"

The squad leader finished the meat in no time, and even tilted his head back to gulp down the thick juice in the can. Finally, he licked his lips with lingering satisfaction: "I have to say, Ant Cow is really damn fresh."

He turned to look at the cyborg priest and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Forget about newbies who haven't even played for a hundred hours, you've been playing for at least a few years to become a cyborg priest, so why do you look so surprised?"

"I have an expression?" The Mechanic player subconsciously touched his unchanging metal mask. "Well... I can't deny that I was surprised. I spend most of my time doing academic research, so to be honest, this is my first time on the battlefield."

Upon hearing this, the class monitor looked at him and said, "Sometimes I really think you mechanical engineering players are crazy, coming into the game to conduct serious studies. Isn't the point of a game to have fun?"

A synthesized laugh came from Father Riza's loudspeaker: "Isn't feeling your own knowledge grow a supreme pleasure?"

While the players were still chatting idly on the ground of Plantim, war broke out without warning.

The Terran have arrived.

Using the "Shadow of the Warp," a black veil sufficient to shield them from all psionic perception, they silently navigated the sea of ​​stars like ghosts. When the Hive Will's greedy tentacles sensed the vast biomass represented by the millions of humans on Plantim, it launched a surprise attack without hesitation.

The Imperial Navy in orbit only realized the presence of these monstrous creatures when they appeared in large numbers on the ships' sensors. At this distance, in the vastness of space, it was practically face-to-face.

The urgent distress signal from Plantim, deliberately allowed by the Hive's will, tore through the starry sky and was quickly sent to other planets. It was then collected layer by layer and finally arrived at the Ultramarines' homeworld, Macragge.

In such an urgent situation, a top-level military conference was quickly convened once again at the polar fortress.

This time, it wasn't Nguyen Van Bo who arrived last, but rather Admiral Dylan. However, considering he was commanding the orbital fleet, his late arrival was quite reasonable.

As soon as he entered the conference room, his gaze immediately locked onto Nguyen Van Bo. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the proud admiral finally took a deep breath and uttered, "Governor Nguyen Van Bo, I apologize to you."

While deep in thought, Nguyen Van Bo was suddenly called out and didn't react for a moment: "What?" Dylan thought Nguyen Van Bo was annoyed that his voice wasn't loud enough, so he straightened his back and said loudly enough to issue an order on the bridge: "Governor Nguyen Van Bo, I apologize to you! I was wrong, you were right!"

Ruan Wenbo finally came to his senses, and he calmly nodded: "I accept your apology, Admiral Dylan."

Dylan seemed relieved, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and walked to his seat. Calga merely smiled at this, then turned his gaze to Nguyen Van Bo and said solemnly, "Governor Nguyen Van Bo, your prediction has come true. So, what are your thoughts on the current situation?"

All eyes turned to Ruan Wenbo, but this time, there was no longer a trace of doubt in their eyes. Ruan Wenbo had proven himself right, demonstrating that in terms of strategic foresight regarding the Tyranids, he was an unparalleled powerhouse. Regardless of how Ruan Wenbo achieved this result, in this world where strength reigns supreme, everyone present would be convinced of his abilities, unless his subsequent judgment was flawed.

Ruan Wenbo pondered for a moment and asked, "Where is the fleet closest to Plantim now?"

Dylan immediately replied, "It's the fleet from the Whitney system. They've responded to the signal and are on their way to provide support."

“Make them retreat immediately,” Nguyen Van Bo said decisively. “Including the fleet currently engaged in battle in orbit of Plantim, immediately disengage from the Tyranids and retreat to Macragge!”

Upon hearing this, everyone wore expressions of incomprehension, but no one uttered a word of questioning. Dylan was especially bewildered; he had expected Ruan Wenbo to be anxiously urging them to rescue the martyrs from his own planet: "But why?"

Ruan Wenbo did not answer directly, but instead turned his gaze to Judge Keptman: "Your Excellency Judge, do you remember how you transmitted the signal about Tyrion to Macragge?"

Koptman recalled for a moment and replied, "After I met up with Sage Wick and learned about the Tyranids from him, I immediately ordered the Astronauts on the ship to send a signal to Macragge, but it was blocked by the omnipresent shadows in the warp. Sage Wick pointed out that this was a Tyranid tactic, which he vividly called the 'Dark Curtain.' There was a telepathic tower on a nearby planet, and it was thanks to the amplification from that tower that the Astronauts were able to break through the Tyranids' Dark Curtain restriction..."

At this point, Koptman's words came to an abrupt halt. A look of horror flashed across his weathered face, clearly indicating that he had realized what was happening: "You mean..."

“Yes,” Ruan Wenbo’s voice echoed in the silent conference room, “With the Tyranids already at our gates, how could we possibly receive a signal from Plantim so clearly? There are no telepathic towers on Plantim; shrouded in darkness, it should be an information black hole. Unless… the Tyranids deliberately released the darkness, allowing the distress signal to travel out, luring our support fleet into their trap. They want to besiege our base and ambush our reinforcements!”

Calga's expression turned extremely grave; clearly, he hadn't considered this possibility at first: "These damned insects... how cunning they are!"

“Yes, so even if we need to rescue Plantim, we must wait until we have concentrated all our forces,” Nguyen Van Bo said decisively. “Order all ships to immediately assemble in Macragge, and only after we have completed all preparations should we engage the Terran Zerg in a final battle!”

Dylan still hesitated: "But what about the Ultramarines and the Deathbringers on Plantim..."

“I believe in those who are going to their deaths. They will fight the Tyranids to the last drop of blood,” Ruan Wenbo said with unwavering determination. At the same time, he silently added in his mind: They came here to fight a great battle against the Tyranids. If the rescue is successful, it will only ruin their plans.

Finally, as the chapter leader of the Ultramarines, Calgar made the final decision: "Since Governor Nguyen Van Bo trusts your warriors, I have no reason not to trust my brothers in arms. Issue my order: have all fleets assemble at Macragge! And tell Plantim—hold out and await reinforcements!"

(End of this chapter)