I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 58 The human world has become filthy once again!
"I don't think we can just wait like this any longer." The fourth squad leader's voice carried a hint of impatience. He looked through the tactical holographic projection in front of him at the central meeting room, which had been ravaged by flames and bullets, and frowned.

“I think so too.” The squad leader of the fifth squad immediately chimed in, “Being a commander is so boring. You can’t go to the front lines and just wait around watching the people in front have fun. It’s torture. After this battle, I’ll go back and report to the company commander and have him remove me from my post.”

Upon hearing this, the squad leader of the fourth squad twitched his lips: "You just seemed to have set a very classic death flag: After I finish this battle, I'll go back to XXX..."

The class monitor of Class 5 shrugged nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of? Do you think we players are afraid of dying?"

"Makes sense!"

The squad leader of Class 5 felt he needed to steer the conversation back on track. He cleared his throat and said seriously, "We've gone off-topic. Anyway, we need to figure out how to end this street battle quickly!"

"Hmm..." The class monitor of Class Four pondered for a moment, then a brilliant idea flashed in his mind, "How about we let [BUG] wear his [Flame Dragon Armor]?"

【BUG】 refers to the player in the tunnel wearing a full set of promethium flamethrower armor. The heavy protective suit stood out conspicuously in the firelight. 【Flame Dragon Armor】 and 【Fire Dragon Set】 are nicknames given to that flamethrower armor by other players.

"Are you sure?" The class monitor of Class 5 looked troubled upon hearing this. "It's way too hot and choking..."

"It's alright, it's our soldiers who are getting hot inside. They wouldn't even let us in if we wanted to." The squad leader of the fourth squad waved his hand and chuckled, "After all, safety comes first."

"Holy crap, beets!"

Speak of the devil, and he appears. Just as the two were still discussing, a familiar figure flashed beside them – it was none other than the recently defeated [BUG].

The squad leader of Class Four reacted quickly and grabbed him. Almost simultaneously, the two of them said in unison, "Go to the wyvern and get your Flame Dragon Armor!"

[BUG] A look of surprise was visibly revealed on that face, which was mostly covered by a helmet.

……

"The world has become filthy once again!"

Suddenly hearing that deep, muffled sound emanating from the fully enclosed armor, the players fighting ahead instinctively turned around. They saw a figure slowly and heavily stepping into the combat zone.

"All systems, start, start, start, start!" [BUG] laughed wildly, his excitement evident even through the thick helmet. He held the promethium flamethrower in his hand and pulled the trigger.

"You damned, filthy, and cunning bunch, may you all be burned to ashes by the flames!"

The blazing flames, like an enraged dragon, erupted from the flamethrower's muzzle, sweeping forward with destructive force. The fourth-generation hybrid watched helplessly as the latter half of the area, which he had thought he could hold for a long time, was completely engulfed by the raging flames.

The heat-sensitive structure glowed red-hot in an instant, then twisted and melted, the machine emitting a piercing scream before collapsing. This naturally included the gene stealers who tried to hide in various corners; licked by the flames, they let out mournful screams as their bodies rapidly carbonized, turning into charred ashes.

The all-pervasive fire dragon seemed to possess a life of its own, frantically burrowing into every inch of space—the cracks in the rooms, the fissures in the pipes, the vents. Nowhere could escape its deadly licks; any creature that tried to flee would be swallowed by this torrent of flames.

"If you had promethium flamethrowers, why didn't you bring them out sooner!" The fourth-generation hybrid was consumed by rage. "What were you hiding?! Is it fun watching your comrades sacrifice themselves?!" Its body trembled with extreme anger, but it was powerless. Why give me a glimmer of false hope, only to shatter it in the most cruel way? Lord of the Void, is this also a test you've given me?!

"Wuhahaha, wuhahahahahahahaha!!!"

The blazing promethium flames, like a roaring fire dragon, spread unchecked amidst [BUG's] maniacal laughter. The flames licked at the metal walls, rapidly melting and carbonizing any materials that couldn't withstand the heat, producing a teeth-grinding screech and a pungent, acrid smell.

The air was sucked out, leaving only scorching heat and acrid smoke; the entire rear half of the first floor resembled a giant furnace. The flames spread wider and wider, leaving every corner where the thieves were hiding exposed.

In the crimson eyes of the fourth-generation hybrid, despair almost solidified. It watched as the defensive lines it had painstakingly built crumbled in the flames, as the once vibrant residential areas were utterly destroyed, and as its people turned to ashes in agony.

It roared and cursed, but all its efforts seemed so pale and powerless. The flames were already close, and the scorching heat made its skin burn painfully. It seemed that in the next moment, it too would be buried in this disaster brought by the Corpse King's lackeys.

However, at this critical moment, a deafening explosion suddenly came from above! The ceiling above, the originally solid ceiling, shattered in an instant as if it had been struck by a giant hammer!
Shards of metal, concrete, and wires rained down, and along with the falling debris, dozens of strong, twisted aberrations crashed through the breach! Their massive bodies slammed into the ground with a dull thud, raising clouds of dust, but they were almost unharmed, their crimson compound eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

"Launch a frontal attack immediately!"

A voice suddenly resounded in the mind of the fourth-generation hybrid, a pureblood's command: "Kill this fire-breathing zombie king's lackey first!"

The fourth-generation hybrid's previously dim eyes suddenly widened, like a dying fish suddenly inhaling fresh air. Hope, the hope almost extinguished by flames, surged again in its heart! It gritted its teeth and let out a low, powerful roar: "Yes!"

Immediately, it transmitted the pureblood's command via telepathy to all the remaining cunning individuals on the first floor. Including itself, they were as if injected with a powerful stimulant, abruptly rallying their forces and charging towards the source of the flames.

Clearly, the reason the purebloods didn't provide support before was because the second level of terrain was superior, more suitable for aberrations to ambush and defend; easily deploying resources to the first level would be a waste. But now the situation has fundamentally changed. No matter how good the terrain is, if this damn flamethrower isn't dealt with, everything will be meaningless!
In urban warfare, especially inside narrow and enclosed buildings, promethium flamethrowers are deadly weapons. Even without being directly hit by the flames, the terrifying heat and thick smoke can quickly consume the life force of any living being, causing suffocation, burns, and lack of oxygen—all of which pose a deadly threat.

This is a suicidal act... Clearly, these insane humans don't care about their own lives; they only want the Void Lord's devout followers to die! They don't care how much matter is destroyed or how many lives are sacrificed for this!
And what happened next confirmed the purebloods' idea. The Astral Army soldiers, facing the suffocating smoke and deadly heat, unhesitatingly endured all discomfort and advanced, forming a human wall to protect the "fire dragon" that was spewing flames. Little did it know, the players were cursing and swearing as they charged forward.

"Damn it, you've stolen all the credits again!"

"Damn it, this smoke is choking! Doesn't this house have automatic fire extinguishers or a smoke extraction system?"

"I don't think dust and water can extinguish the promethium flame..."

"Next time you wear the fire dragon costume, just let me know so I can put on my gas mask beforehand. This smoke is too damn pungent and it hurts my eyes."

"Sigh, now I understand why the Kreig people wear gas masks all the time."

[BUG] A hint of embarrassment seemed to appear on his face, hidden by the helmet. His voice came from behind the visor, tinged with awkwardness: "Sorry, I was too excited just now and didn't have time to say it... I'll definitely do it next time! I'll definitely do it next time!"

However, his "apology" lasted less than a second. Through his blackened mask, he saw the cunning and aberrant creatures, their claws outstretched and menacing, approaching at an alarming speed. Excitement gleamed in his eyes again, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. With a muffled roar, another torrent of promethium fire erupted from the nozzle, instantly turning the darkness ahead a fiery orange-red.

(End of this chapter)