I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 257 Sprint!

The tattered armor plates and twisted turrets now served as a barrier for Astartes and their fallen comrades against the Tyranid swarm. Players used these ruins as cover, unleashing a torrent of firepower, constructing an impenetrable wall of death. Driven by the will of the hive, the Tyranids charged the lines, but each attempt was repelled by the fierce firepower. Corpses piled up in front of the bunkers, forming a stenching wall of flesh.

Reinhard stood unmoved beside the wreckage of a chimera at the forefront of the defensive line, chainsword in hand. Any alien daring to cross the line of fire would be mercilessly torn apart by his chainsword. His cold eyes scanned the battlefield, assessing the swarm's offensive and the state of the defenses, searching for the next point in need of support.

Just then, a dark red liquid mass with a piercing whistling sound and a long trail shot out from the thick purple spore fog ahead, heading straight for Reinhard!

Reinhard reacted with incredible speed. He darted to the side, and the massive powered armored body was lifted from its original position in the blink of an eye. The fiery red liquid plume grazed his shoulder armor before slamming into the wreckage of a chimera armored personnel carrier that was serving as cover behind him.

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted, accompanied by a scorching shockwave and a pungent, acrid smell. The already wrecked chimera disintegrated instantly in the explosion, scattering metal fragments and burning debris in all directions, even blasting several nearby blade insects into pieces.

"What the hell?" Reinhard looked in the direction the attack came from. However, the battlefield ahead was shrouded in the purple spore fog characteristic of the Tyranids, making visibility extremely low, and he couldn't see anything.

However, Bug, who frequented the forums, recognized the enemy from the splatter of the exploded liquid. His expression changed, and he shouted, "Flame-Eating Bugs! Damn it, we have to deal with these things, or we'll be blown to bits along with the cover!"

Reinhard turned to look at BUG at the opportune moment, signaling him to continue explaining.

BUG took a deep breath and explained succinctly, "In appearance, it's a giant bug carrying a biological cannon. It can dissolve anything with stomach acid, then convert it into an explosive solution that it fires. This thing has two brains: the main brain is responsible for eating, and the secondary brain is responsible for calibrating the firing. It can carry out precise strikes from extremely long distances, and the explosive power is enormous, easily destroying our bunkers!"

Reinhard's gaze swept back and forth between the thick fog and the tattered defensive line. Bug was right; if the Flame Eaters were allowed to bombard them from a distance, the bunkers they had painstakingly recaptured would soon be reduced to nothing, leaving them completely exposed to the swarm of insects, and the battle lines they had painstakingly advanced would be back to square one.

"Let's charge out!" BUG gritted his teeth and made a bold decision. "We'll draw Tyrannosaurus's fire and create an opportunity for you, Reinhard. On this vast plain, as long as the Flame Worms can hit us, you, as an Astartes, will definitely be able to hit them!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding players gasped. Leaving their cover and charging into the heart of the swarm shrouded in spore fog, deliberately drawing the Tyrannosaurus's fire, was undoubtedly a suicidal assault, abandoning advantageous firing positions—almost certainly fatal. But the bug's words also served as a wake-up call. If they didn't do this, once the Flame Worms blew their cover into the air one by one, they wouldn't even have time for an assault; they could simply commit suicide.

Reinhard glanced at the bug, said nothing more, and simply nodded slightly.

"All those who are going to their deaths, follow me!" BUG roared, leaping out of cover first, his laser gun spitting fire as he fiercely fired into the depths of the thick fog.

"For humanity!"

Fifty-one players shot into the fog-shrouded battlefield like arrows. They spread out and attacked any Zerg they could see with various weapons: laser beams, bombs, and grenades, engulfing swarms of aliens into death.

Their actions immediately attracted the attention of the swarm. The Tyranids, who had been focused on attacking the defensive line, roared and turned like an enraged swarm of bees, surging towards these willingly surrendered "prey." Large numbers of Bladebugs, Tyranid warriors, and even larger Xenomorphs all locked their sights on the humans who had charged into the enemy ranks. Reinhard seized this precious opportunity, quickly sheathing his chainsword and gripping his explosive pistol with both hands. He didn't rush to fire, but instead focused intently on the depths of the dense fog. He had to pinpoint the exact location of the Flame Eaters.

"boom!"

Another burst of explosive liquid shot out, striking a player not far from the bug. A dozen or so players nearby didn't even have time to scream before being reduced to charred, mangled pieces in the explosion. However, this fatal blow also revealed the location of the Flame-Eating Bug.

Reinhard's eyes instantly caught the brief flash of light from the biological cannon and the location of the explosion, and his brain analyzed the trajectory and distance of the projectile at an astonishing speed.

"Got you."

The next moment, the muzzle of the bomb gun instantly spat out a deadly tongue of fire!

"Da da da da da da da!"

A dense torrent of explosive projectiles, carrying destructive power, tore through the thick purple spore fog and poured towards the location of the Flame-Eating Insects. Each of these projectiles was powerful enough to rip a human body apart, yet at this moment they were concentrated on a single point like a rainstorm.

A sharp, brief screech echoed from the depths of the dense fog. Immediately afterward, a massive black shadow expanded rapidly within the fog, then exploded with a deafening roar. The shockwave briefly dispersed the fog, revealing the ravaged, enormous body of the Flame-Eating Insect. Its bio-cannon was completely shattered, and green blood and charred flesh splattered everywhere.

"Target achieved, come back!" Reinhard's voice resounded through the loudspeaker to every one of the dying men.

However, the only responses from the front were the sounds of gunfire and screams from the dying soldiers battling the swarm, and the dying howls of the aliens. There was no clear answer, nor a single figure immediately retreating. Clearly, they were entangled by the swarm.

This was a suicide attack; those who went to their deaths were determined to perish. To attract a massive horde of Tyranids and then escape unscathed was virtually an impossible task.

The players were surrounded by a tidal wave of aliens, each with at least two or three Bladebugs tearing at them from all sides, while the Tyranid swarm was also closing in from afar. They were like trapped beasts stuck in a quagmire; even if they wanted to turn around and retreat, they would first have to fight their way through the swarm's encirclement, which would undoubtedly come at a heavy price.

Reinhard's eyes swept across the battlefield. He saw the flashes of laser guns through the thick fog, heard the desperate roar of grenades, and occasionally heard the agonizing screams of players over the communicator. He knew that those brave souls were giving their lives to buy him time, and now it was time to repay that sacrifice.

Without the slightest hesitation, Reinhard drew his massive chainsaw sword again. The engine roared deafeningly, the blade spinning rapidly, gleaming with a chilling light. He thrust his legs forward, and the massive power armor shot out like a cannonball, charging straight out of the defensive line and hurtling towards the direction where the suicide bombers were trapped.

(End of this chapter)