I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 208: Fighting stray dogs on the roadside? That's interesting.

At the moment the tactical nuclear bomb detonated, a white light hotter than the core of a star engulfed everything. Following closely behind was a devastating shockwave capable of tearing reality apart and a deafening roar.

The already dilapidated fortress collapsed further amidst the violent tremors. Huge blocks of concrete crumbled from the ceiling, and the twisted metal frame groaned under the strain. The entire fortress, like a giant beast with a broken spine, sank helplessly downwards.

At the epicenter of the explosion, the command post, along with all the structures above it, had been completely vaporized. A huge, smooth, glass-like crater had taken its place. The air was thick with the acrid smell of ozone and radioactive fallout.

In the very heart of this deathly silence, accompanied by a piercing shriek, an invisible hurricane suddenly erupted. The rocks and metal on the crater walls, melted by the extreme heat, instantly cooled under the shockwave, solidifying into bizarre black crystals. The smoke and steam lingering in the crater's epicenter were brutally dispersed by this spiritual power, revealing the figure that should have been completely erased.

The Norn Messenger was still standing, but its condition could only be described as "horrific".

The thick armor that even heavy artillery couldn't damage in the slightest was now completely melted, covering its body like wax, revealing the charred flesh beneath. Its once full and explosive muscle tissue had severely atrophied under the scorching nuclear flames, making its entire body appear smaller. Most fatally, the proliferating brain tissue on its back, once the perfect endpoint of the Hive's will, was now dim, its vibrant blue light gone, even somewhat shriveled, like a dehydrated organ.

Clearly, the tactical nuclear bomb explosion inflicted considerable damage on it.

However, on the battlefield where the smoke and dust had not yet settled, a loud battle cry shattered the deathly silence following the nuclear explosion.

"For the Emperor!!!"

That wasn't the voice of one person, but a steel torrent formed by the convergence of thousands of voices. Outside the ruins of the fortress, thousands of superhuman warriors clad in heavy armor roared and charged forward with overwhelming force. In the sky, a dozen or so Thunderhawk gunships advanced alongside the ground.

The Orglins, clad in simple yet incredibly heavy force-feedback armor tailored to their own needs, wielded massive iron bars capable of crushing tanks in one hand and tower shields in the other. They charged side-by-side, like a moving wall, pressing down on the heavily wounded Norn messenger with an overwhelming force.

The Hive's will instantly reached a conclusion: these guys absolutely cannot be allowed to get close to the Norn messengers! Even ants can kill an elephant if there are enough of them, let alone thousands of subhuman giants equipped with power armor!
A rapid psionic message emanated from the Norn Messenger's withered brain tissue, ordering all Zerg units scattered inside and outside the fortress to immediately abandon their current targets and retreat at all costs to block the Oglin's attack and buy it precious recovery time.

The Tyranids, having received the order, chose to carry it out faithfully. Inside the fortress, in a narrow corridor, a Tyranid warrior had just ripped open the chest of a dying man with his claws, preparing to savor his victory. But the command from the Norn messenger made him immediately abandon his prey, turning and leading his horde of Bladebugs in retreat.

However, the instant it turned, a gleaming bayonet suddenly thrust out from behind cover on its side, piercing its head with pinpoint accuracy. A player, recovering from the shock of the nuclear explosion, saw the enemy's back and charged forward without hesitation, stabbing with all his might and twisting it twice to ensure the elite monster was thoroughly dead.

"Die, you insect!"

The nearby sword-wielding insects immediately swarmed forward, their sharp claws and teeth slicing the daring daredevil into pieces within half a second. Having lost the will to fight, they intended to quickly retreat after eliminating this minor troublemaker, but even more daredevils, bayonets at the ready, charged out from behind various covers.

"They're trying to run! Catch them! Don't let a single one escape!"

The tide of battle turned instantly. Just as the Tyranid swarm attempted to disengage and retreat, the Suicide Bounty, which had been on the defensive, launched a counterattack. They relentlessly pursued the retreating Tyranids. Most of the swarm units were trapped in the fortress's complex maze of passageways, entangled by the Suicide Bounty and unable to escape.

In the end, only a very small number of them managed to break out of the fortress to protect the Norn messengers.

Receiving all this through the Norn Messenger's damaged senses, the Hive Will descended into a degree of chaos.

Silently, it raised the response level of the "human" species in its own information database again, defining it as: a species that can still launch a large-scale, high-intensity counterattack immediately after encountering a large-scale psionic strike and a close-range tactical nuclear explosion.

As the charging Oglins and Astartes approached, their efficient and deadly tactical formation was fully revealed to the Hive Will. The Astartes and Oglins did not charge in a chaotic, disorganized mass. On the contrary, they formed tightly coordinated combat teams. Each battle-hardened Space Marine guided two or three Oglins like a shepherd.

With their superhuman reaction speed and tactical prowess, the Astartes continuously issued concise and clear commands, while their explosive guns spat fire, providing precise fire support for the giants ahead. Meanwhile, the Oglins, single-mindedly focused, maximized their terrifying weight and strength, raising their tower shields to form an unstoppable wall of steel, pushing forward.

The sword-wielding worms, screeching as they charged forward, were no match for the tower shield's high-speed charge. Their fragile bodies crumbled like rotten wood struck by a battering ram, their bones snapping instantly, sending them flying. A massive Tyrannosaurus warrior attempted to cleave the shield wall with its bone blade, but was met with a whistling, enormous iron club. With a dull thud, the elite creature, along with its hard carapace, was smashed into a bloody pulp by the club.

Dealing with these basic Terran units was as easy as kicking a stray dog ​​to death for this specially configured assault legion.

A savage executioner, the size of a small armored vehicle, roared, attempting to tear a gap in its armor with its sheer strength and hard shell. However, it was instantly targeted by three or four combat teams as a coordinated hunting party.

"Left side! Press down on its joints!" an Astartes roared.

Several Oglins simultaneously exerted their strength, their iron bars whistling through the air as they slammed into the executioner's joints from different angles. Accompanied by a sickening crack of bone, the executioner's massive body staggered, flesh torn and bones broken. Just as it lost its balance, a precisely aimed explosive grenade whistled through the air, striking it accurately in the eye.

"boom!"

The executioner's head exploded like a rotten watermelon.

In the shadows, several Ricards attempted to harass the enemy using their extraordinary agility and near-perfect optical camouflage. One Ricard pounced on an Oglin from an unexpected angle, its sharp claws tearing through the seams of his power armor. However, the wounded Oglin let out an excited roar and, with a swift and desperate leap, used its massive body to cling tightly to the assassin, disregarding its own life.

Licatt's struggles were so futile against Oglin's unreasonable strength. What he was met with was a powerful blow from another Oglin beside him, and then a bomb fired by Astartes.

The other Ricard, in the instant of its attack, was struck by a swiftly reacting Oglin with a tower shield, the immense force sending it tumbling through the air. This minor miscalculation was enough for the Space Marines on the battlefield. A powerful bomb pierced its head, ending its sneak attack.

Behind the chaotic battlefield, a surviving cerebrate finally recovered from the shock of the nuclear explosion. Sensing the collapse at the front, it immediately unleashed a powerful psionic shockwave in an attempt to curb the relentless madmen.

An invisible wave of psionic energy swept across the battlefield in an instant. The hundreds of Oglins and a dozen Astartes at the forefront suddenly froze, as if they were nailed to the spot by invisible shackles, unable to move.

This method is very effective!
However, before the cerebrate could expand its gains, the subsequent Oglins roared even more frantically, rushing into its psionic suppression range. They were like a flood rushing towards a dam, using their own bodies to fill and deplete the cerebrate's psionic energy.

Meanwhile, the unaffected Astartes immediately unleashed their bombardment fire on the exposed cerebrate. This audacious unit naturally attracted the attention of the Thunderhawk gunships circling overhead; the Deathbringer's air force was struggling to find targets, as they were being overwhelmed by ground troops.

"Target psionic unit! Focus fire!"

Faced with a relentless onslaught of enemies and a deluge of explosive bombs, the brain worm was forced to frantically unleash even more psionic energy to suppress them. Its brain tissue expanded and contracted at a visible rate, with blood vessels bursting on its surface. Finally, under the strain of an output far exceeding its capacity, a muffled "pop" was heard, and its entire brain exploded, splattering grayish-white brain matter and bodily fluids everywhere.

These few Tyrannians who were urgently recalled were utterly powerless to stop this mudslide-like onslaught. Amidst the earth-shattering battle cries of "For the Emperor!", they were completely overwhelmed and trampled by the steel torrent led by Oglin, ultimately crushed into a bloody pulp mixed with the mud.

(End of this chapter)