I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 217 Fight the enemy with everything you have

Looking at the endless meat grinder made of flesh and steel before him, Agman gave a cold laugh.

Alright! Since you brainless aliens are so eager to ram yourselves into this, then go ahead and ram yourselves! It'll be satisfying if you all smash to pieces!

And so, the human forces truly fought a relentless, bloody battle against the endless Zerg in this garden of flesh and blood of Tyranny for an entire day.

From the perspective of any military theory, their actions were undoubtedly a case of deep penetration into enemy territory, lacking logistical support and without a planned retreat route, which is a major taboo for any normal army.

But unfortunately, they are not a normal army.

Not to mention the suicide soldiers who can gain merit by killing enemies and resurrect on the spot after death with all their stats reset. For Space Marines, fighting continuously for seven days and seven nights without sleep is no problem at all.

A mere day? They've only just had their fill of fighting!

As expected, when the human forces' ammunition supplies were almost exhausted by the first Terra standard time, the Astartes and the Oglins unhesitatingly chose melee combat. After all, the Astartes didn't have a convenient system shop, and the Oglins were naturally armed with iron bars.

Some of the players who preferred ranged attacks chose to exchange their merit points for ammunition, but many more opted to simply pull out knives. Their weapons were a mixed bag, ranging from high-end power swords flashing with disintegration fields to more common tactical knives and entrenching tools, and even some who used empty rifles as clubs.

It can be said that those who went to their deaths truly "used everything at their disposal to fight the enemy."

In fact, many players felt that fighting with these conventional weapons was too boring and started to use fancy tricks.

"Brothers watching the live stream, don't miss it!" A figure facing certain death, carrying nothing in his hands, adjusted the recording angle on his system and shouted into the void, "I'm sure there aren't many people on Earth whose live stream is similar to mine—you're about to see me kill a samurai bug with my bare hands, without any equipment or skills!"

Before he finished speaking, he injected all the medicine stored inside his carapace into his body without hesitation. The violent liquid instantly surged throughout his body, and the blood vessels on his skin bulged as if they were about to burst. But he didn't care. Without unleashing his full potential, he wouldn't even be able to break through the warrior insect's carapace defense.

Having finished his preparations, he roared as he charged toward a Tyrande warrior who had just torn apart two men on their deathbeds.

The warrior insect sensed the threat, and its ruthless alien instincts reacted instantly. Facing the tiny human charging straight at it, it swung out one of its enormous scythe claws without hesitation, its movement as fast as lightning.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud of flesh being pierced rang out. The gleaming bone blade pierced precisely into the abdomen of the man facing death, exiting through his lower back and hanging him in mid-air like a skewer of roasted meat. A searing, excruciating pain surged through him like a tidal wave, enough to knock any normal person into shock instantly. However, the overdose of combat serum forcibly suppressed his pain receptors, transforming this deadly agony into a signal that further excited him. He didn't even glance down at the monstrous weapon piercing his body; instead, a maniacal grin spread across his face.

Being pierced also means that there is no longer any distance between him and the warrior insect!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

He roared madly, ignoring his abdomen, which was pierced and whose intestines were spilling out, and swung his fist with all his might. The first punch slammed heavily into the warrior insect's face, which was covered by a thick carapace, with a sound like hitting granite. The enormous recoil caused his finger bones to crack instantly, but he didn't care.

One punch after another!
He poured all his strength into his fists. The dull thud gradually turned into a teeth-grinding cracking sound. Cracks began to appear on the Warrior Insect's hard chitinous shell, and green fluid and fragments of broken shell scattered everywhere, splattering all over his head and face.

The Tyrannical warrior clearly couldn't understand the logic of this tiny creature's behavior. It tried to shake him off, but the dying warrior wrapped its legs tightly around its body, letting the wounds be torn wider and flesh and blood fall everywhere, but it never let go.

Finally, after a series of reckless and frenzied blows, the Samurai Insect's head, covered with compound eyes, was smashed into a puddle of brain matter, bodily fluids, and bone fragments, completely indistinguishable.

With the target's death, the Samurai Insect's massive body crashed to the ground. This daredevil paid a heavy price. His hands were no longer hands; the skin and muscle had been worn away by repeated impacts, a bloody mess, exposing the stark white bones, some twisted and broken at bizarre angles. He had truly used his own flesh and bones to shatter the enemy's skull.

After succeeding, the man who had gone to his death collapsed, his legs giving way, and he knelt on the corpse of the samurai insect, panting heavily. Just then, in his live stream view, a dazzling light effect suddenly exploded, accompanied by a loud "boom".

He looked up and his face instantly lit up with delight: "Great! Thank you [Little Ma] for the [Psionic Missile]! Boss is awesome, Boss will never die!"

It's worth noting that "Psionic Missile" is the highest-level virtual gift that viewers on Earth can give to players during a live stream. As for why it's called that, and why the sound effect for giving it is an explosion… well, that's just Bitcoin's twisted sense of humor. And judging from this giver's ID, there are clearly quite a few people on Earth with the same kind of quirky taste.

The donor, named "Little Ma," then posted a striking comment that was highlighted in the player's view: "Now that the Samurai Bug has been successfully defeated, shouldn't we take it a step further and try the Licat?"

"Kill Ricard bare-handed?" The player looked troubled; the aftereffects of the potion he had just used made him feel like his whole body was convulsing. "This...is this a little too difficult..."

"If you succeed, I'll give you ten more psionic missiles!"

"Alright! You'd better keep your word! Don't you dare leave!" The man who had been listless just moments before suddenly perked up. He jumped to his feet, dragging his intestines as he surveyed the battlefield. "I'm going to find Licat right now!"

(End of this chapter)