I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 10 Wow, there's even a spirit weapon!
As Ruan Wenbo said, the cultists did not launch another attack, and the players actually took a nap in the game, which everyone found quite novel.

The next day, the piercing siren once again tore through the murky air of Xiachao, and in the distance, a new wave of cultists surged in from the darkness. They roared blasphemous prayers and brandished crude weapons like a pack of rabid dogs driven by hunger.

The players were immediately jolted awake, tensely returning to their firing positions and gripping their laser guns tightly. However, this time, Commissar Walter did not rush to order firing as he had last time.

"Hold on! Hold on!" He stared intently at the approaching enemy, his voice chillingly calm. "Let them get closer...closer!"

The cultists charged in fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters… The players could even see the twisted fanaticism on their faces and the filthy, chaotic markings on their bodies. Just as one player was about to pull the trigger, Walter finally roared, “Fire!”

A dense beam of red laser light instantly wove together a web of death, precisely targeting the cultists charging at the forefront. At such close range, the laser guns unleashed their full power. The cultists collapsed in droves, as if crashing into an invisible wall, their bodies scorched with blackened holes.

However, the number of cultists was simply too great. As the front ranks fell, those behind immediately stepped over the corpses of their comrades and continued their charge. In the blink of an eye, dozens of survivors roared as they scaled the edge of the trenches and engaged the defenders in close combat.

"Prepare for close combat!" Walter roared, drawing his chainsaw sword.

"Whoosh!" A roar, utterly incongruous with the battlefield scene and filled with pure joy, rang out. The Eagle Policeman excitedly swung his massive metal rod, charging forward like a runaway battering ram. He needed no skill whatsoever, simply swinging, sweeping, and smashing. Each swing unleashed a storm of blood and gore, the metal rod clashing against flesh and bone with a sickening thud. Almost no cultist could withstand a second against him; their fragile bodies were easily crushed into a bloody pulp.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battle line, Nguyen Van Bo, wielding a chainsaw sword, also shone brightly.

Nguyen Van Bo's heart was still pounding as the first cultist charged at him, brandishing a rusty machete. But just as he was about to swing it wildly as before, the chainsaw in his hand suddenly trembled slightly.

A strange sensation traveled from the hilt of the sword throughout his body. To his surprise, he discovered that this chainsaw sword, named "Aliens Must Die," seemed to possess its own consciousness and was intentionally helping him.

This assistance isn't a cheat-like takeover of control, but rather an extremely gentle guidance. When he tries to block, a slight pull comes from the blade, guiding his wrist to the optimal angle; when he prepares to counterattack, the roar of the blade seems to urge him to take the most efficient steps.

Guided by the chainsaw sword, Ruan Wenbo's movements became cleaner and more precise than ever before. Parrying, sidestepping, thrusting, sweeping... he seemed to become one with the weapon in his hand. In this bloody dance, he was rapidly learning how to fight, instead of his mind going blank like the first time.

Those chaotic puppets that he once saw as menacing and terrifying were now vanishing like fragile snowflakes under his attacks.

"This is... a machine spirit?" Ruan Wenbo couldn't help but exclaim in amazement after a swift decapitation. He felt the slight hum of hatred and anger emanating from the chainsaw sword in his hand; a term that existed only in the background setting had become incredibly real.

He stabbed a charging cultist right through with his sword, savoring the thrill of the blade tearing through flesh and the "pleasure" transmitted by the machine spirit. He couldn't help but shout, "Oh Messiah above! I understand those nerds now! This has suddenly turned into a hack-and-slash game!"

Under the leadership of their two "generals," Ruan Wenbo and Eagle Police, the battle line was instantly stabilized. Eagle Police was like a mobile meat grinder; within his range, no cultist could remain for more than three seconds. Ruan Wenbo, on the other hand, was like a seasoned swordsman; with the aid of his machine spirit, every swing of his chainsaw sword was precise and deadly. Seeing this, the other players' morale soared. They followed closely behind Ruan Wenbo, using laser guns to precisely target enemies attempting to flank them, or using rifle butts and bayonets to eliminate any stragglers caught off guard by Eagle Police's ferocious attacks.

The entire battle transformed from a tense defensive position into a brutal and satisfying massacre. The Chaos Cultists' pride in their sheer numbers and their fearless madness proved utterly futile in the face of overwhelming power and efficient slaughter.

After the last cultist was cleanly beheaded by Nguyen Van Bo, only the whistling wind and the heavy breathing of the players remained on the battlefield.

The battle is over.

A player leaned against a sandbag, changing the energy battery of his laser gun, and said with some doubt, "Come to think of it, I don't think I heard any cannon fire this time..."

His words startled everyone who was still basking in the joy of victory. They thought back carefully and realized that, indeed, from beginning to end, the roar of friendly heavy artillery that had given them such a great sense of security had never sounded even once.

The atmosphere at the scene immediately became somber.

After a moment's thought, Nguyen Van Bo arrived at the most obvious, yet also most unsettling, answer: "Out of ammunition, aren't we?"

This conjecture weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a cold stone.

A force lacking ammunition, in disarray, and trapped deep within the ruins of a city rarely fare well. Although they had only been in this game world for a short time, Commissar Walter's strictness and care, the Eagle Guard's honesty and bravery, and the veterans fighting silently all created a strong sense of immersion for the players. They didn't want this tenacious Astral Army to ultimately suffer a tragic end of total annihilation.

Seeing the worry on the faces of those around him, Ruan Wenbo comforted them, "Don't think too much. This is just a closed beta test, it will end soon. Maybe next time the official team will open up more slots? Then we can bring in hundreds or even thousands of brothers, that would be a fresh force!"

His words woke everyone up.

"That's right! We're players!"

"These Chaos Cultists have absolutely no tactics; they're just fearless and numerous." [Ruthless Assassin] slung his laser gun over his shoulder and said confidently, "When it comes to those two points, we players have never been afraid of anyone!"

Everyone readily agreed. With enough people and the right equipment, they were confident they could turn this ruined area into a meat grinder for the cultists. In an instant, the previously somber atmosphere vanished, replaced by a vibrant, hopeful energy belonging to the players.

(End of this chapter)