I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 199 Unexpectedly, the combination of the fat man and the little boy is still explosive in Warhammer.
After a brief period of darkness, [Name? Not decided yet] and his team found themselves standing in a room constructed of heavy alloy and concrete. The air was filled with the low hum of a circulatory system.

Not far away, their company commander was sprawled out on a military recliner, his eyes closed, clearly browsing a forum. A bottle of iced tea sat on the stone table in front of him.

Hearing the noise, the company commander lazily opened his eyes.

"Name, you're back?" He pointed to the passageway at the entrance. "Go to C3 position, we're just missing your team."

He gave an OK sign and led his squad out of the room. No one objected. On the front lines where the dead are going, an officer's primary duty is not to lead from the front, but to exist as a living beacon. A company commander who impulsively runs to the front lines and is killed by a stray bullet is the greatest irresponsibility towards the entire company.

They crossed an underground communication trench made of precast concrete components and climbed a ladder to position C3. This was a semi-underground machine gun nest located at a corner of the trench, one of the carefully designed "death corners".

The outskirts of the fortress were once fertile farmland, but that was a thing of the past. Now, the earth was scorched black by artillery fire, and the low-lying areas were still filled with the poisonous smog left behind by the Tyranids' atmospheric alterations. In this vast, desolate area, countless twisted metal barricades and concrete dragon teeth were arranged in an orderly fashion, like a bizarre steel forest. Between these forests, a razor-sharp net, occasionally reflecting a deadly glint in the sunlight, stretched out.

Guided by their names, everyone quickly reached their designated positions.

After everyone had waited patiently for a while, the observation post finally shouted, "They're here! They're here!"

On the distant horizon, the Tyranid horde was surging in. Leading the charge were massive numbers of Bladebugs, which, like a brown tide, hissed and screamed, charging fearlessly toward the fortress.

The man calmly placed the heavy logging rifle on the firing port; the heavy gun gave him a great sense of security.

"Don't fire yet," he ordered over the squad radio. "Wait until they get into the minefield."

As soon as the words were spoken, the leading swarm of bladed insects stepped into the pre-set vibration-sensing minefield. Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of explosions erupted within the swarm, sending mud, rubble, and shattered carapaces soaring high into the air. The promethium fuel attached to the explosion cores also began to burn fiercely, forming walls of fire that engulfed the swarm.

Immediately afterward, they crashed into the concrete dragon teeth and razor webs. These obstacles successfully disrupted the swarm's charge, forcing them to crowd together and huddle, abruptly slowing their pace. Some of the crickets became entangled in the sharp razor webs, struggling in vain, and were quickly trampled into a pulp by their companions behind them.

"Now!" the name commanded decisively. "Fire! Free fire!"

He pulled the trigger, and the heavy logging rifle spat out angry tongues of fire. A metallic storm of large-caliber bullets swept precisely at the swarm of insects, which were huddled together and hindered by obstacles. The bullets easily tore through the fragile carapaces of the blade-like insects, each shot drawing a trail of green blood. The team members beside him also began to fire, grenade launchers precisely hurling high-explosive ammunition at the densest parts of the swarm, each explosion clearing a small area.

However, there were simply too many insects. Finally, a few dozen escaped and overcame all obstacles, roaring as they charged into the zigzagging trenches. They raced along the trenches, their foul-smelling saliva clearly visible.

"Get the meat ground!" the name shouted.

Just as the swarm reached the corner where they were, a deadly crossfire was formed. One heavy machine gun was aimed at the oncoming charge, while another machine gun nest diagonally opposite simultaneously unleashed a torrent of fire. The two lines of fire formed a perfect "X," completely sealing off the narrow trench corner.

The leading crickets were instantly torn to shreds, and the crickets behind them didn't even have time to see what was happening before they were swallowed up by the torrent of metal. Flesh, carapaces, and severed limbs flew about in the confined space, and the green blood almost turned the trench walls into an abstract and horrific painting.

In less than thirty seconds, the small unit was wiped out. Just as the men in the position were about to breathe a sigh of relief and reload, a blurry figure, almost invisible to the naked eye, suddenly leaped over the trenches and crossed the crossfire zone with astonishing speed!
"Holy crap! Licat!" A player's exclamation rang out in the communication channel.

The ghostly shadow materialized the moment it landed, possessing mantis-like scythe-like forelimbs and a serpentine body—it was Tyrion's elite infiltration unit, the Licat! The players immediately turned their guns, but the cumbersome heavy logging rifles couldn't keep up with its lightning speed. Countless laser beams and bullets struck the wall behind it; the few that hit merely grazed its tough armor, causing negligible damage. It seemed this deadly hunter was about to charge into the machine gun nest and wreak havoc!
"Get out of my way, all of you!" A thunderous roar rang out.

The Oglin player in the squad roared and charged forward, his massive body like a wall of flesh, his iron bar swung with ferocious force. However, Licat was simply too fast; his scythe-like claws became a dazzling blur, leaving deep scratches on the giant's shield and armor. Although the Oglin player managed to hold on with his superior combat skills and intelligence, he was clearly outmatched, and defeat was only a matter of time.

"Quick, give me the grenades!" Without needing to be specifically commanded by name, these players were all veterans. They quickly and consciously strapped grenades to one of the players, preparing to transform into Creepers and rush in to blow up Licard while Oglin was still holding on.

"Wait, no need!" But a player stopped them. "The explosion might damage the fortress, let me handle it!"

This was the voice of another subhuman in the squad, a Lytarlin player. He was kneeling, his sniper laser rifle steady as a rock, not firing randomly. His gaze, through the scope, was fixed on the ghostly figure moving rapidly beside Oglin, patiently waiting for a fleeting opportunity.

The opportunity soon came. After a feint, Licat tilted its head back slightly to prepare for a fatal blow, revealing its ferocious head covered with compound eyes.

It's now!

A high-energy laser beam shot out silently and accurately hit Licatt's left eye!

"hiss--!"

Licat let out a sharp screech as the high-energy beam instantly burned away its optic nerves, causing it to momentarily freeze and malfunction.

"Roar!!" The Oglin player seized this fatal opening, let out a deafening roar, his muscles bulging, and swung his power stick with all his might.

"boom--!!!"

With a deafening thud, the club slammed squarely into Licarte's right cheek. The terrifying force erupted instantly, sending the elite hunter flying like a baseball, crashing into the concrete wall beside him!

The walls were cracked, and smoke and dust filled the air. Licatt's upper body was completely embedded in the wall, leaving only his lower body outside, swaying unconsciously. He was clearly unable to get up again.

After a brief silence, enthusiastic cheers erupted from the position.

"Awesome! Two people took down Licard!"

"I never thought the combination of the fat guy and the little boy would still be so explosive in the Warhammer universe!"

"Quick, quick, who recorded this video? Posting this on the forum will definitely make it go viral!"

(End of this chapter)