I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 201 Demon VS Tyrannosaurus, do you know it?
The events at the front lines were quickly relayed to the rear command post by the resurrected players.

The core of the intelligence boils down to one point: Plantim can actually use psionic energy!

This news came as a huge surprise to everyone.

"The Tyranids didn't deploy a covert operation? Or rather, their covert operation was very weak?" Inside the command center, an officer in charge of intelligence analysis frowned, utterly perplexed. "Why is that?"

"Who cares why? We definitely need to make use of this." An executive committee member tapped the table, his eyes shining. "I think we can try to restart that proposal that was abandoned because of the shady dealings."

The officer's expression became hesitant: "You mean... the plan to summon warp demons to slow down the Tyranids? But this is, after all, the Ultramarines' planet. They trust us so much; if we turn around and summon demons on their planet, wouldn't that be too much..."

“Oh dear, my comrade,” the executive officer waved his hand impatiently, pointing to the deep green sky outside the command post, now transformed by the Tyranids, “Plantim is already in such a state because of our actions, a little more Chaos contamination won’t make a difference. Besides, think about it, once the Tyranids discover that we’ve started summoning warp demons on a large scale, they’ll definitely strengthen their Dark Curtain to retaliate. Then, the contamination will resolve itself, won’t it?”

"Hiss..." The officer gasped, "Now that you mention it, it does seem like... a closed loop."

Supreme Commander EGO was clearly tempted as well. He turned to his advisor and asked, "How long will it take for the Tyranids to reach our third line of defense?"

"Sir, most of the fortifications in the second line of defense have not yet fallen, and they are generally in the close-quarters combat phase after running out of ammunition," the staff officer quickly replied. "According to the model calculations, we have about three to four hours before Tyrion launches a large-scale attack on the third line of defense."

EGO glanced around at the others in command: "Does anyone have any other opinions?"

No one said anything.

“Then let’s do it!” EGO slammed his hand on the table and made the decision.

……

On the scorched earth, a military truck jolted to a stop. A small group of people, ready to die, jumped from the truck, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning.

The captain pulled out an old, tattered book with yellowed pages from his pocket, opened it, and began directing his team members to arrange the corpses of those who had come to die from the truck into a strange formation.

However, after giving instructions for a short while, the captain started scratching his head in frustration.

"Damn it, why did those charlatans from Chaos design the magic circle to be so complicated? It's all so convoluted and incomprehensible! Couldn't they have made it simpler, like one-click casting?"

Hearing the captain's complaint, the other team members who were dragging the body put down what they were doing and gathered around.

"Really? Let me see, maybe I can understand it?"

"Oh dear, it's so crowded! The captain sent me to check it out. Let me tell you, when I was a kid, a fortune teller said I was a once-in-a-millennium magical prodigy, comparable to Chow Yun-fat!"

The captain handed over the book with a disgruntled expression: "Here, take a look."

Thus, this ominous-smelling magic book began to circulate among the players. However, the result was nothing short of a barrage of curses.

"Damn it, what is this drawing? I can't understand it at all."

"Damn, it's all lines and abstract patterns, how am I supposed to look at it?"

"Writing code without comments, drawing magic arrays without explanations—this chaos is truly out of control!"

"Do you have any basic spellbooks? This one looks like an advanced spellbook, let's skip the level!"

Just when everyone was at a loss, a corpse they had carelessly tossed on the ground suddenly spoke up: "Is there anything you don't understand? Why don't you let me take a look?"

They found the body on the road; it appeared to be relatively intact, so they brought it along as a sacrifice.

One player paused for a moment, then casually placed the book in front of the corpse: "Here you go."

The corpse's cloudy eyes rolled twice, as if reading. After a moment, it said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Hey, isn't this pretty simple? Look, this arc represents the flow of entropy, this symbol represents the decaying cycle of life, and these dots connected together form the benevolent father's 'Accepting the filth' smile..."

He explained the meaning of those complex lines and patterns in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

The players suddenly realized what was going on.

"Oh—so that's what it means!"

"Holy crap, now I understand!"

The captain patted the corpse on the shoulder: "I see, so that's what happened. Thanks, brother!" "We're all brothers, it's only right that I help you," the corpse replied warmly. "We're all family, right?"

"Yes! They're all family! Hahahaha!" The victims burst into hearty laughter.

Under the guidance of his "family," the magic array was quickly set up. The captain cleared his throat, stood in the center of the array, and began to recite the difficult and blasphemous incantation from the book.

However, the entire magic circle did not react at all until he finished reciting the last syllable.

"Strange, why can't I summon the Nurgle demon?" The captain scratched his head. "Shouldn't we have enough sacrifices?"

The corpse at the center of the formation, the core offering, also said, "I also find it strange... Why don't you help me up so I can see the whole formation?"

A player stepped forward and helped the corpse up. The corpse examined itself carefully several times, then said, "Strange, the formation is flawless!"

It fell into deep thought: "Could there be something wrong with the offerings? Where did you find these offerings?"

“Apart from the one you found on the road and brought along,” the captain pointed around, “the rest were bodies contributed by our men who committed suicide on the spot.”

"That might be the problem!" the corpse exclaimed suddenly. "Is there something wrong with your souls? I think we'll probably need to change the offerings."

“Besides us who are going to our deaths, the only other thing on Plantim is Tyrion’s corpse,” the captain said, spreading his hands. “I think using insects as sacrifices is even more impossible.”

"Hmm..." The corpse pondered for a moment, "If you really want to join our big family, there is a way, albeit a less-than-ideal one."

"What's the solution? Tell us quickly!" everyone urged immediately.

“Although this formation cannot be activated due to the sacrifice, it is undoubtedly a sacred emblem representing the Father.” The corpse said with some difficulty, “If… it is treated with some insulting behavior, it is equivalent to insulting the Father himself. Everyone will be very angry, and at that time, a very powerful family member will come and kindly ‘teach’ the person who dares to insult the Father a lesson.”

"Damn it! Why didn't you say so sooner?!" The captain was furious. "We've been setting up this formation for a whole hour!"

The corpse paused, startled. He suddenly realized that these beings... didn't seem to be summoning out of love and worship for a benevolent father, as he had imagined...

Before he could react, the captain waved his hand and yelled, "Brothers! Take your pants off! Splatter it!"

"Wait, wait..." The corpse tried to say something, but several streams of warm yellow liquid were already precisely poured onto its face, and unfortunately, some of them flowed into its open mouth.

"Gulu...Gulu Gulu..."

After a volley of fire, the captain looked around, but the magic array still showed no reaction.

"Strange, why is there still no response? Isn't this insulting enough?"

“Captain,” one of the men facing death raised his hand to report, “it’s possible that I have a ‘diabetes’ debuff in my status bar, and it’s gotten a taste of its own medicine.”

"Damn it! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

"A soldier's primary duty is to obey orders. I will definitely carry out your orders immediately. I didn't have time to check my status."

"Ugh, what do we do now!" The captain sighed. "Are we supposed to squat down and take a few more dumps? But by the time we finish eating and feel the urge to poop, Tyrion will have already called! I should have eaten some energy bars before we came; those things help with bowel movements."

"Captain!" another player suddenly had a brilliant idea. "I have an idea! How about we form a circle around this magic circle and then wiggle our butts in front of the center of the circle? Like that... twerking dance!"

The captain hesitated, "This...is it even possible? It's too abstract."

Other players urged, "Captain, we have no other choice now, let's give it a try, it's a last resort."

"Yeah, Captain, I think this idea is brilliant! It's incredibly insulting!"

"Alright!" the captain gritted his teeth. "Let's give it a try!"

So, a group of people going to their deaths formed a circle around the magic circle, all sticking their buttocks out and facing the center of the circle, and began to vigorously twist and turn. The player who originally suggested this idea even chanted rhythmically, "Demons and monsters, come here... demons and monsters, come here... demons and monsters, come here..."

To everyone's surprise, after they danced and twisted like demons for a few minutes, the center of the formation actually began to emit a faint green light, representing plague and decay!

The captain was overjoyed: "Hahaha! It actually worked! You deserve the credit this time! Quick! Everyone, give it your all, wiggle your butts hard! Use every ounce of strength you have!"

(End of this chapter)