I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 114 Because this is Warhammer
Petitia, Upper Nest District.

The magnificent yet deserted streets were only punctuated by the faint sound of dust being stirred by the wind. The grand Gothic buildings, like silent steel mountains, cast enormous shadows, compressing what should have been wide roads into deep canyons. This place, once a paradise for the planet's ruling class and wealthy merchants, was now deathly silent, like a ghost town.

Three soldiers clad in full-body, matte black armor patrolled the desolate landscape in standard combat formation. Each step they took on the ornate floor tiles echoed crisply and forlornly.

"It's so quiet," said the [Great Horned Beast] at the end of the group. "There's no one else on the streets except us. It's so different from the Lower Nest."

"Yeah, they probably deployed all their forces outside to deal with the Greenskins," said [Name? Not decided yet], who was walking in the middle.

"But those things are no longer important..."

"Could you two stop for a moment?" the fluttering moth's voice came through the communicator. "I know you're eager to make jokes, but the nest really might be hiding some unresolved chaotic contamination. Even if you're going to make jokes, at least make some auspicious ones."

"Hmm, is it a lucky joke?" The giant unicorn thought for a moment, then said in a tone that sounded like a vow, "After I finish this patrol, I'll retire from this life and go back to my hometown to get married..."

"That's even more unlucky!"

“Honestly, I’m not going to do patrols again after this one,” the unicorn complained, its joking tone gone. “Let’s leave this job to the casual players. I prefer to go to the battlefield and fight people, to do real combat.”

“I think the most important point is that during long patrols, when he got hungry, he couldn’t reset his state by committing suicide, which forced him to eat that stuff,” the name bluntly exposed his true thoughts.

"It's perfectly reasonable to have that thought!" the unicorn said, squinting. "Who would want to eat something that tastes like cowhide that's been sun-dried for forty-nine days?! I'd rather swallow dung and kill myself than eat that stuff every day!"

“But I see that the local workers in Nest City are enjoying their meals,” Name shrugged, “and it seems they can keep eating like this.”

“That’s because they eat human flesh in their lower nest,” the giant unicorn said, “and it’s human flesh that’s full of nuclear radiation, parasites, and unknown sewage. At least the nutrient bars are clean by comparison.”

"Hmph," Name sneered, lowering his voice and speaking in a mysterious tone, "What if I told you that the raw material for these nutrition bars is actually... human flesh?"

"What!" The giant unicorn was immediately shocked. He subconsciously touched the nutrition bar at his waist. "I was wondering why it tasted like rust when I was eating it. So it really is human flesh?!"

"Of course it's fake, I was just making it up!" The name was also shocked. "The rusty smell is from metal residue on the production line! Why did you believe it so easily?!"

“Because this is Warhammer,” the great unicorn replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “Isn’t it only natural that such a grimdark thing is happening?”

“Uh…” The name paused for a moment, then finally managed to stammer, “I’m speechless.” “So I still miss the days of fierce battles outside the hive,” the great unicorn muttered. “Staying in quiet places for too long makes your bones rust. Aren’t we playing games all about fighting? By the way, do you remember when I chopped off a green-skinned creature’s neck with one stroke, sending its head flying three feet into the air?”

“You just said that three minutes ago,” Wuming replied expressionlessly.

"Then you've probably forgotten most of it, right? I'll reluctantly repeat it again." The giant unicorn cleared its throat, completely ignoring the speechless looks from the other two, and began to speak eloquently:

"Back then, in that desolate wilderness outside the city, where yellow sand stretched endlessly and corpses littered the ground, there stood a green-skinned beast, over ten feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a blue face, fangs, and a fierce glint in its eyes! It carried a rusty, large butcher's cleaver, which had undoubtedly drunk the blood of countless heroes. With a strange howl, like muffled thunder, it charged straight at your grandfather, its imposing presence truly..."

The name said weakly, "Now I understand why Horus's constant refrain of the 'Thirty-Year Gold Ring' is so...heartbreaking."

The fluttering moth nodded in deep agreement.

Just then, the distant horizon suddenly brightened as if it were daytime, the world was instantly bleached, stripped of all color, leaving only black and white. All the buildings and ruins cast sharp, infinitely elongated shadows behind them, only to be completely erased by the all-encompassing light in the next instant.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar erupted without warning, as if the sky had been torn apart and the earth was wailing. The entire Upper Nest District trembled violently at the sound, and the windows of countless buildings were pulverized by the shockwave.

The three reacted faster than humans could have imagined.

Almost the instant the sound rang out, before they could even think, their bodies, guided by honed muscle memory, lunged towards the nearest cover at top speed. The giant unicorn rolled into the base of an ornate sculpture, the nameless creature slid under the wreckage of an abandoned luxury car, while the fluttering moth crashed directly into the porch of a nearby building.

Only after ensuring their safety did they cautiously peek out to observe the source of the sound.

This is a common characteristic of veteran players of this game. When walking on the street, they always subconsciously look around for places that can be used as cover, and when a sound like gunfire or artillery fire is heard, before their brain can even react, their body has already taken cover... It can be considered as mastering a valuable skill that can be used in real life.

Although most players probably wouldn't want to have the opportunity to use this skill in real life, and this instinct might cause some unnecessary trouble when setting off firecrackers during the Lunar New Year, having a new skill is always a good thing, right?

Of the three, the most experienced, the fluttering moth, was the first to react, saying in a deep voice over the communicator, "It's an explosion outside the nest."

"What the hell is making such a commotion?" The giant unicorn stood up from behind its cover, dusted off its carapace, and stared in shock into the distance. "A nuclear bomb detonation?"

The giant unicorn's casual remark turned out to be correct; it was indeed a nuclear bomb, and not just any small-yield tactical nuclear bomb, but a large-yield nuclear bomb that they had actively used.

(End of this chapter)