I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 211 You humans can dig these trenches, but I, the Terran, can't?

The victims spontaneously gathered around the special stretcher team and retreated to the rear together.

Along the way, hundreds and thousands of those going to their deaths joined the escort, their expressions solemn—thanks to the full-body armor—silently following on both sides of the stretcher, forming a moving human wall.

In the eyes of the Space Marines, this was undoubtedly the highest respect mortal warriors could pay to their heroes. These mortals, who had just endured a bloody battle, disregarded their own exhaustion and pain, and spontaneously came to escort their commander. This heartfelt enthusiasm and nobility deeply moved the Astartes, filling them with gratitude for these mortals.

However, this was a completely different scene in the eyes of those who were going to their deaths.

"Is this the legendary Ultra Warrior stretcher team? To witness such a famous scene in person, this trip was definitely worthwhile!"

"Make way, make way! I want to take a picture! If this game had an achievement system, I'd be at least epic-level if I could take a picture with the stretcher team carrying Huron and Sicarius at the same time!"

"Three, two, one, eggplant!"

Of course, besides those collecting stamps and watching for fun, there were also those who genuinely cared about the safety of the two and were willing to die for them; EGO was one of them. As the supreme commander of this battle, he was genuinely shocked to learn that Sicarius and Huron were seriously injured and rushed over immediately.

"Will they be alright?" EGO asked Agarman, who was also with him, with concern, looking at the two almost unrecognizable blobs of flesh on the stretcher.

Because he hadn't managed to squeeze next to the Norn messenger and had only been thrown about by the shockwave, the second company commander, Agman, was almost unharmed. He confidently assured him, "Don't worry. After several examinations by the pharmacists, the injuries look terrible, but they're not actually life-threatening. Although many organs are damaged and must be removed, and their vital signs are temporarily maintained through external means, they'll recover completely once the organs are regrown in the incubation chamber."

Agarman's tone was tinged with amazement: "It's truly a miracle... I heard that many Oglins were killed on the spot by that psionic shock, but Huron and the Sicarius brothers, who were closest to it, survived."

"Perhaps it was the Emperor's blessing." EGO naturally attributed it to the Emperor.

“You’re right,” Agman agreed wholeheartedly. In the Warhammer universe, it’s normal and highly likely that humans would attribute strange good things to the Emperor and strange bad things to Tzeentch.

However, after speaking, Agman's mood clearly sombered, and his voice dropped several octaves: "Although their condition has stabilized, at least a thousand Oglins who charged alongside us have lost their lives forever. Without their sacrifice, we would never have been able to achieve this victory."

Agman's voice was filled with sorrow and self-reproach: "To be honest, this makes me uneasy—a thousand Space Marines and three thousand Oglins charged together, and the Oglins suffered heavy casualties while the Space Marines were almost unscathed! What kind of thing is this? The glorious Astartes, despicably using warriors who fought alongside them as cannon fodder?"

EGO was momentarily embarrassed. This... well, it really was his fault. He had specifically posted on the forums before the war, emphasizing the need to protect the Space Marines as much as possible; after all, players could resurrect after death, but these precious NPCs would be gone forever. Little did he expect that his good intentions would backfire, turning this "protection" into a disgrace in the hearts of these proud Astartes.

Fortunately, the awkwardness didn't last long, as it was broken by new intelligence brought by a staff officer who rushed over. EGO took the data panel, glanced at it, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "What new trick is Tyrannosaurus up to?"

The front lines. After the Norn messenger's death, the Tyranids' relentless offensive abruptly ceased. An eerie silence descended upon the entire planet of Plantim, a silence that the naturally restless, death-seeking warriors found quite unsettling.

So one company of soldiers, unable to contain themselves, voluntarily broke away from the front lines to conduct armed reconnaissance. Of course, they had no intention of returning alive from this reconnaissance.

At that moment, the company commander of the reconnaissance company was holding binoculars, lying on a small hill, observing Tyron's movements not far away, and wondering, "What is Tyron up to?"

The deputy platoon leader next to him leaned over curiously: "What's going on, platoon leader?"

The company commander handed him the binoculars directly: "Look for yourself."

The deputy commander took the binoculars, glanced at them, and immediately cursed, "Holy shit?"

The Tyranids in sight had completely changed from their usual chaotic, ferocious, and terrifying charging style. Large numbers of Bladebugs and Gunbugs were digging numerous pits and connecting them with bio-tunnels to form a complex network of tunnels. Larger bio-weapons were systematically transporting neatly arranged chitinous carapaces to reinforce the excavated tunnels. The entire scene was orderly, resembling a human construction site in full swing.

"What do you think?" the company commander asked.

"This... I've never seen anything like this before," the deputy commander said incredulously. "How about... we try firing at it?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking too," the company commander grinned. In other armies, launching a rash attack without knowing the enemy's situation would be extremely foolish. But for those facing certain death, organizing an attack immediately upon discovering the enemy is the most prudent tactical choice. Whatever tricks the enemy has up their sleeve, they will all be exposed during the attack. At worst, if they are caught off guard and wiped out, they can always come back after respawning.

Therefore, this suicide squad decisively launched an attack on the unsuspecting Tyren.

However, what happened next was completely unexpected. Instead of organizing a counter-offensive as usual, Tyrion immediately jumped into the half-dug tunnels. These unfinished fortifications, though crude, were far better than the dead lying naked on the ground.

Halfway to their deaths, the suicide squad was bombarded by a barrage of bone spikes and spore bombs. Judging from the intensity of the fire, it was clear that a large number of Terran artillery units were on standby behind the position, providing immediate artillery support as soon as the suicide squad emerged. The gun bugs on the position also began peeking out from behind their fortifications, frantically spitting bone spikes and acid at them.

The fallen warriors began to fight back. Although at a disadvantage, some experienced players managed to take down a few Tyrannosaurus Rex. Then they discovered an even stranger scene: whenever a Tyrannosaurus Rex unit was killed by their firepower, dedicated engineer bugs would immediately rush out from the position, quickly dragging away its corpse or collecting its shredded flesh, and rapidly transferring it to the rear through a complex tunnel system. It seemed that the Hive's will was going to change its previous extravagant approach and begin to instantly recover every Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Ultimately, this suicide squad was sent back to the respawn point by a precise salvo of spore bombs fired by artillery behind Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The company commander, after being resurrected, looked at the battalion commander with a ghost-like expression and said, "I'm fucking about to lose it..."

(End of this chapter)