I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 77 Drinking from a Big Bowl
Three figures clad in specialized shell armor stepped onto the land of the Upper Nest with a soft "ding" from the elevator. Their armor was matte gray, with smoother lines than the standard shell armor, and the servo systems at the joints were almost silent, designed specifically for stealth and reconnaissance.

"Moth calling Slime," the lead player, [Fluttering Moth], whispered through the built-in communicator, "Our unit has arrived at the nest, here..."

The moth looked around and was slightly taken aback.

The real sunlight shone down from above, though it was filtered through thick industrial clouds and appeared somewhat hazy. This long-awaited light, originating from the stars rather than fluorescent tubes, still invigorated them, who had been staying in the lower nest.

The streets here are wide and clean, paved with some kind of white synthetic rock, and you can't see any trash or stains at a glance. There are even meticulously manicured green belts on both sides of the road, and the air is free of the lingering stench of engine oil and decay from the lower levels; it can even be described as fresh.

However, Moth did not relax in the slightest; his hand remained firmly gripping the gun. Because…

“It’s very quiet here,” he said softly.

"It's so quiet it's unsettling," the person next to him, whose name he hadn't decided yet, immediately interjected, scanning the deserted street warily.

“Yes,” the third player, [Big Horned Beast], agreed, “It’s so quiet, it’s creepy.”

“Slime received,” Ruan Wenbo’s steady voice came through the communicator. “Continue the search, be careful, over.”

After the communication ended, the giant unicorn looked around: "What do we do next? Split up and search?"

“What are you thinking? Of course we should gather together,” Mingzi said, pointing to a towering, pointed building in the distance. “The Upper Nest is so big, it’s impossible for just the three of us to scout it. We’d be searching for ages. Let’s find the safest route to the Governor’s Mansion.”

"Oh," the giant unicorn responded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The three of them began their reconnaissance inside the nest. At first, they were very cautious, quickly shifting their guns around every corner. If they made even the slightest noise, they would freeze in place, nervously looking around for a while before continuing on their way, making sure there was no danger.

After maintaining this high level of vigilance for thirty minutes, they gradually began to relax. An hour later, they had completely abandoned any tactical maneuvers and began to walk openly on the wide streets of Shangchao like old men taking a stroll after dinner.

“I haven’t seen a single cockroach yet,” the giant unicorn complained as it walked, explaining why they had completely abandoned tactical maneuvers.

“Yes,” Name frowned, “this is too abnormal. Even if it’s lifeless, there should be some small animals or insects present.”

“I think there are two possibilities,” the fluttering moth licked its dry lips and analyzed. “The first possibility is that the environment here has deteriorated to the point that even insects and cockroaches cannot survive.”

“But we’re doing just fine, and the shells don’t have any air pollution warnings,” the giant unicorn said, patting a beautifully shaped tree next to him. “There’s even greenery here!”

“So the first possibility is not valid,” the name said in a deep voice, gesturing for the fluttering moth to continue.

“The second possibility,” the moth lowered its voice, its eyes growing serious, “is that this territory has been occupied by an extremely powerful predator, to the point that no creature dares to enter here anymore.”

"After all, this is Warhammer. I don't think it's impossible for someone to intimidate a radius of tens of kilometers with an invisible and intangible aura, as depicted in novels. In fact, it might be quite common."

The name hesitated for a moment: "If that's the case... wouldn't we become prey walking into a trap?" "Whatever," the great unicorn shrugged nonchalantly, "we can be resurrected anyway."

“That’s true,” Mingzi laughed upon hearing this. “Anyway, we can revive. But just in case, let’s split up a bit and keep our line of sight. We don’t want to get wiped out without even knowing who the enemy is.”

The three continued toward the most conspicuous building—clearly the hub leading to the top of the hive, where the planet's governor must reside.

After walking for a while, the great unicorn's voice suddenly rang out in the communication channel, tinged with excitement: "Come quick, come here and see what I've found!"

Moth and Name immediately moved warily toward the coordinates of the Great Horned Beast. Turning a street corner, the sight they saw left them speechless with amusement—the Great Horned Beast was sitting imposingly at the bar counter of a luxuriously decorated bar, holding a crystal bottle in his hand and pouring amber-colored liquid into a spotless goblet.

If the nobles of the Nest City saw this, they would surely point out a hundred instances of impropriety and be heartbroken that such expensive wine had been wasted. However, everyone here is a player, and no one cares about such things.

"What are you doing?" The moth was speechless.

“We’ve been walking for hours, let’s take a break,” the unicorn grinned, raising its glass. “And aren’t you curious what the wine in Warhammer tastes like?”

"Now that you mention it, I'm actually a little curious." The player with the name was intrigued and stepped forward, finding a high stool to sit down as well. "Give me a drink too."

"Sigh, you two..." Moth sighed, but in the end she couldn't resist the temptation and went forward to sit down. "Give me a drink too."

"In this situation," the great unicorn downed the wine in its goblet and let out a satisfied yawn, "I can't help but want to put on a song."

“Let it play,” Mingzi said, taking a sip of his drink. “Anyway, with the commotion we’ve made, we’ve already attracted what we were going to do. Playing a song won’t hurt.”

Then the giant unicorn smiled and turned on a vintage tape recorder wrapped around its waist. The tape inside began to spin, and a melodious and gorgeous, yet tinged with pathos and madness, music emanated from it, sounding particularly abrupt in the deathly silent streets of Upper Nest.

Title: Bohemian Rhapsody

[Type: Tool]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Special Effects: Gives the battle scenes within the music's range a comic-book-like exaggerated feel (such as powerful air currents, magnificent spiritual spells, and massive bleeding)]

[Equipment conditions: None]

[Note: Once upon a time, its owner could use it to awaken countless fantasy works, bringing them into reality, or to free real people from the shackles of the physical body and allow them to enter fantasy works, covering an entire planet. But its owner was defeated in a battle with an enemy, and its spiritual power scattered, a portion of which landed on this retro tape recorder, endlessly playing the glory of the past.]

(End of this chapter)