I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 236 The Final Solution for the Dead

Shortly after the Ultramarines sergeant's order was given, a distinctive engine roar came from afar, piercing through the noise of the battlefield and reaching the ears of the lurking Astartes.

It was the sound of the Thunderhawk gunboat approaching.

The sound caused all the Space Marines present to furrow their brows beneath their helmets—this was illogical. In normal military operations, coordinating artillery units for precision strikes should require a reaction time and ballistic velocity far exceeding that of the Thunderhawk gunships, which need to take off, sail, and re-enter the combat zone.

Why did the Thunderhawk gunboat arrive first, but they never even saw the shells they requested?

Moreover, judging from the singularity of the engine sound, it seems that only one Thunderhawk gunship has arrived. Is such firepower really enough to take down that heavily guarded, powerful psionic node creature? Or is the fighting in other war zones so intense that they can't even deploy a single spare Thunderhawk?

While the Sons of Guilliman on the ground were brainstorming, the Thunderhawk gunship in the sky had already begun its operation.

Like an enraged iron falcon, it swooped down from the thick fog at an almost vertical angle, its multi-barreled laser cannons under its wings and its heavy-explosive launchers in the nose spewing out destructive flames at the same time. In an instant, dense beams of energy and explosive warheads rained down on the Terran artillery positions like a storm, unleashing a storm of steel and flesh.

The massive bio-cannon was torn to shreds in the explosion, splattering flesh and carapace everywhere. The node creatures immediately sensed the threat, and streaks of pure psionic blue lightning shot up from the ground, lashing out like whips at the intruders in the air.

However, the pilot of the Thunderhawk gunship displayed unbelievable piloting skills. The gunship performed a completely aerodynamic sideslip and roll in the air, its engine nozzles constantly adjusting the direction of thrust at the limit, barely managing to glide past the edges of several psionic lightning bolts. The entire process was so smooth that it didn't seem like piloting a multi-ton aircraft, but rather like a breathtaking aerial ballet.

Just kidding, this player has accumulated tens of thousands of hours piloting the Thunderhawk gunship. To use a crude analogy—his relationship with this Thunderhawk gunship is like that of a long-married couple who have been together for ten years; in bed, they only need to touch each other's waist to know what position to get into next. A few bolts of psionic lightning think they can bring him down? Dream on!
Strangely, despite the gunboat's fierce firepower, it never aimed its attacks directly at the most conspicuous node creature, but instead continuously cleared out the guards and artillery units around it.

"Wuhu, let's grab some fries!"

After emptying its ammunition, the Thunderhawk gunboat not only did not retreat, but also openly turned on its wide-area communication channel. The pilot's cheerful voice echoed through the sky: "Where are those guys who called for reinforcements? I'm coming to find you."

The Ultramariner sergeant's brow furrowed even deeper, and he hesitated for a moment. This action was undoubtedly extremely dangerous; it was practically announcing their location to the entire Hive. But out of basic trust in his allies—even those with such eccentric methods—he still sent the squad's coordinates via a short, encrypted pulse.

The next second, the Thunderhawk gunship executed a beautiful drift in the air, its engines roaring deafeningly, and flew relentlessly towards their position, landing smoothly on the open ground next to their ambush point. Powerful air currents whipped up dust and blood from the ground, slapping against the Space Marines' power armor.

The Astartes were stunned, instinctively gripping their explosive pistols. What did this mean? Landing in the heart of the enemy territory, deliberately exposing their hiding place? What a reckless, insane act! The answer was quickly found. The cockpit door hissed open, and a suicide bomber emerged. At first glance, he carried no weapons other than the standard full-body armor of a suicide bomber—except for a heavy black briefcase in his hand.

What's that black briefcase? What else could it be but a tactical nuclear bomb...?

Calgar wasn't nine hours late. He arrived with reinforcements, drove away the Terran bio-fleet, seized orbital control, and has been staying in Plantim for quite some time now. You wouldn't believe me if I said that the Death Squad, a unit that throws nuclear bombs around like they're nothing, didn't acquire a large number of nuclear weapons.

As soon as the man who was about to die landed, he was stunned to see a dozen giants standing in front of him, each two heads taller than him and exuding an oppressive aura. His lips twitched under his helmet, and he muttered to himself, "This mission briefing didn't mention a dozen Astartes. Can this one Thunderhawk gunship even fit them all? It'll be like squeezing sardines into a can."

Despite this, he quickly regained his composure and urged the Astartes, "Gentlemen, hurry up and get on the Thunderhawk gunship, otherwise if Tyran catches up in a little while and a bolt of lightning strikes the plane, none of us will be able to escape."

The Ultramarines sergeant's gaze was fixed on the black briefcase in the hands of the man facing his death. He asked in a low voice, "Is this... a nuclear bomb?"

"Hey, since you've already guessed it, what's the point of all this chatter?" The man on his deathbed seemed a little impatient, waving his hand. "Hurry up and get on the plane. You don't want to run out of the blast radius on foot, do you?"

This mortal clearly showed no respect for the Space Marines, but the Sons of Guilliman did not lose their temper with a dying man—they all realized that this was the "final solution" sent by the Dead to deal with the psionic node creature, and that he was clearly not going to return alive.

After watching all the Astartes squeeze onto the not-so-spacious Thunderhawk gunship and see it take off urgently, the player began to hear rustling sounds of the swarm moving rapidly behind him.

He turned around, looked at the giant brain worm in the distance that was still flashing with blue psionic light, and the swarm of worms swarming towards him, and cursed as he unlocked the briefcase with its combination lock.

"Damn it, that bastard sprayed bullets and killed so many Tyrannosaurus Rex, all of those kills should have been mine!"

Immediately afterwards, a small, artificial sun rose from the player's center. An indescribable light instantly engulfed everything, completely evaporating the deep purple spore fog and turning every inch of flesh and blood on the ground into the most primordial particles.

(End of this chapter)