I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 32 burned out, turning into snow-white ash.

The player who drew the rulebook let out a long, indignant roar that echoed through the empty factory area: "What's the point of this thing?! Developers, I'm going to complain!"

The other players, witnessing this dramatic scene, burst into laughter, patting him on the shoulder with glee before eagerly starting their own lottery draws. For a moment, area C-3 was filled with shouts of surprise and lamentation.

Some players drew items that were completely meaningless, and they couldn't figure out what these items were for.

Some players even drew items that could boost their real-time combat power, and cheered excitedly on the spot, wishing they could kiss the game planner in person.

Amidst the cacophony of joy and sorrow, Assassin suddenly shouted, "Skill! I drew a skill!"

This shout was far more penetrating than any cheer or wail before. The surrounding players immediately and curiously swarmed around Assassin, completely surrounding him.

"Huh? This game actually has skills that can be learned out of thin air? I thought they were like those [basic combat] or [basic shooting] skills that you had to practice slowly on your own."

"Quickly share your character panel! What skills do you have?"

Assassins were quite generous, granting other players permission to view the skill panel information as well.

【Name: Sulfur Fire】

[Skill Attribute: Active Skill, Permanently Mastered]

[Skill Type: Psionic]

[Effect: Spews forth terrifyingly powerful sulfurous fire from its mouth.]

[Consumes: Everything you have]

[Learning Requirements: Possessing a steadfast heart willing to sacrifice everything]

[Note: "Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, to offer him as a burnt offering on the mountains I will show you." — God]

It would have been fine if this skill panel hadn't been activated, but once it was, the surroundings fell silent for a second, followed by a deafening roar of envy, jealousy, and hatred. Everyone began to vehemently condemn the Assassins.

"What a lucky guy! Damn it!"

"Spitting sulfurous fire from your mouth, consuming everything you have... This is practically a self-destruct technique tailor-made for you! I'm reporting this! There's definitely something fishy going on!"

"'Dare to sacrifice all steadfast hearts,' isn't that a learning requirement aimed right at you?! Okay, I get it, system certification, huh!"

"You little brat, did you sneak into the planning room in the middle of the night?! How could you do something like this for power! Confess now!"

After a brief moment of shock and envy, the players around Assassin quickly turned their grief and indignation into curiosity and began to jeer.

"Talk is cheap! Quick, Assassin, show us how powerful this thing is right here!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's see what they mean by 'consuming everything you have'! I want to see just how that 'consuming' works!"

"There's plenty of space up ahead, feel free to spray!"

Assassin himself was itching to try it out. Looking at the cool icon and impressive description on the skill panel, he had been eager to test this newly acquired skill. Seeing everyone's clamor, he readily agreed to the players' request.

"Okay, then you should stay away. Don't come looking for me to reimburse you for repair costs if you get caught in the crossfire."

everything's ready.

Assassin walked alone to the charred, flat open area. The players who had been jeering moments before now "obediently" retreated a hundred meters away, hiding behind surviving pipes and cover, only peeking out to watch. Some, even more determined to avoid being caught in the unexpected area-of-effect damage and having their equipment damaged, simply removed their valuable armor and weapons, preparing to watch the show shirtless. Taking a deep breath, Assassin activated [Burnt Fire].

In an instant, he felt as if a small sun had been ignited in his chest. It wasn't a metaphor, but an incredibly real feeling. The burning sensation started in his heart, spreading instantly through his blood vessels to every part of his body, as if his internal organs had been thrown into an incinerator, burning fiercely. He felt every drop of blood, every muscle fiber in his body, being transformed into some kind of more violent, more primal fuel.

"Everything about you"... So that's what it means.

A strong urge to vomit, a mixture of the smells of coke and sulfur, surged from his stomach to his throat. Assassin clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his neck, trying to suppress the urge and control the timing and direction of the outburst.

However, the ferocity of this force far exceeded his expectations.

Finally, he reached the point where he could no longer endure it.

Assassin abruptly raised his head, his mouth opening uncontrollably. A thick, viscous, dark red beam of light, like burning blood, mixed with golden sparks, violently spewed from his mouth!

boom--!
Wherever the beam of light touched, the ground was instantly vaporized, leaving a deep, still-molten, gleaming trench. The terrifying torrent of energy shot straight into the distance, obliterating everything in its path, finally crashing into a massive, long-abandoned chemical storage tank, detonating it into an even more dazzling burst of fireworks. The beam of light was so powerful that it even briefly tore a wound of daylight through the darkness.

This earth-shattering scene could be seen from a great distance by the Astronauts and cultists who were engaged in fierce fighting on the main battlefield.

A blindingly dark red beam of light shot into the sky from the distant chemical refinery area, its brightness even surpassing the intermittent artillery fire on the battlefield.

Commissar Walter, who was directing the battle from the front lines, was so startled by the sudden appearance of the strange phenomenon that he almost dropped his binoculars. He instinctively exclaimed, "What the hell is that?!"

Walter quickly recovered from his shock. He frowned, and judging from the location of the beam of light, it seemed... to be from the chemical refinery? The [Death Squad]... Hopefully, something's wrong with them...

The dark red pillar of light that pierced the heavens and the earth slowly dissipated, but its lingering power still shocked everyone present. A pungent smell, as if metal had been melted and corroded by strong acid, filled the air, and the deep ravine in the distance, whose edges still glowed orange-red, silently testified to the terror of that attack.

The echoes of the distant explosion lingered, yet the players fell into a deathly silence. They stared blankly at the trail of destruction, then at the still-burning remains of the storage jars in the distance, speechless for a moment.

A few seconds later, the deathly silence was completely ignited.

"I...I'm so damn good..."

"What the hell is this?! Is this a skill that players can use?!"

"This damage...this range...this is practically a naval cannon!"

When they came to their senses, they were all amazed by the ridiculously powerful strength of this skill.

Nguyen Van Bo was the first to fully recover from the shock. He strode forward, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement and amazement, and patted Assassin on the shoulder, who was still standing motionless, looking up at the sky.

"Assassin, you are now invincible..."

Before he could finish speaking, the moment his hand touched Assassin's shoulder, the figure hailed as the "European Emperor" crumbled instantly, like a fragile sculpture weathered for a thousand years.

There was no flying blood or shredded data; Assassin's body, starting from the shoulder where he was struck, rapidly cracked and collapsed, turning into a fine, grayish-white dust. A night breeze blew by, and the ashes were scattered by the wind, completely disappearing into the air, as if he had never existed.

Ruan Wenbo's outstretched hand remained frozen in mid-air, with a few tiny specks of gray dust still clinging to his palm.

He looked at his hands, then at the empty space before him, where only the air was slightly moving, and was once again plunged into a shock even deeper than when he had seen the pillar of light.

"...Holy crap, it turned to ashes?"

Meanwhile, Bit, located in the subspace, silently recorded all of this. This first attempt to directly attribute concepts to living beings rather than objects was very successful.

(End of this chapter)