I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 74 It's so cool to have someone calling out directions from the sky.
As the infantry advanced, the battle below entered a brutal urban warfare phase. The Leman Rus Punisher shifted to providing precise fire support, clearing out fortified firing positions with heavy explosive rounds.

"Company Commander, could you report where that pureblood thief is?" the tank driver asked Assassin over the radio, his voice sounding somewhat distorted by the low growl of the engine.

“We can’t find them. That’s up to you frontline combatants,” Assassin replied as he cleaved a thief who lunged out of a side pipe in two with his explosive pistol. “Ever since the nuclear explosion, these high-level thieves have all developed PTSD and are hiding deeper and deeper than ever. We can only roughly determine whether there are any high-level individuals in this area by the number of aliens that have gathered together.”

Just then, a third voice suddenly appeared on the communication channel, with a hint of relaxed laughter: "Sounds like you need my help?"

Almost simultaneously, a familiar roar of turbine engines came from overhead. Assassins instinctively looked up and saw a Valkyrie assault transport plane piercing through the industrial smoke above Midnest and hovering directly above their position.

"You've come at just the right time!" Assassin exclaimed with delight, shouting into the walkie-talkie, "You can keep an eye out for us from the air and prevent that pureblood scoundrel from sneaking away!"

"Well, I can only do my best to help you," the Valkyrie pilot replied. "After all, the terrain in Zhongchao is too complicated, with jagged edges and corners. It might escape through one of the tunnels."

"It's okay, just do your best."

"Haha, as long as you don't mind me sharing your merits."

With this basic air-ground coordination, the already leaderless Genestealers were quickly routed. The Valkyries provided a wide field of vision from the air, constantly marking hidden enemy clusters and firing positions for the ground troops, while the Punishers, guided by the information, carried out surgical precision strikes. The infantry of the Death Squad were able to advance smoothly, like a red-hot knife cutting into butter.

"I've spotted something that looks like a target," the Valkyrie in the sky suddenly said, just as the ground troops were having a good time. "The Punisher is at your nine o'clock position, about fifteen kilometers away."

“Give me a specific location,” the Punisher’s tank commander responded immediately, his voice brimming with confidence. “The hand-drawn firing table of the Death Squad is right here with me. As long as you give me the correct location, our heavy bombs will definitely hit.”

"Wait a moment, I'm calculating its speed..." The Valkyrie pilot's voice became focused. "Coordinates M-33 sector, grid coordinates 945-721, lead time 0.5!"

The gunners, already prepared and in a pre-firing state, immediately adjusted their gun barrels according to the coordinates and opened fire instantly. The heavy-explosive shell launchers on both gun mounts roared, and more than a dozen explosive shells, trailing plumes of smoke, flew in a thin parabolic trajectory into the distant darkness.

After a few seconds of silence, an excited message came from the Valkyrie's side: "Got it! One hit, it's split in two!"

"Hahahaha, it's so satisfying to have someone calling out our positions from the sky!" The Punisher's commander grinned wickedly. "Give me another dozen or so rounds, and turn that pureblood into mincemeat!"

"Wait, spare the man... spare the thief!" Assassin shouted in the channel, successfully stopping the Punisher from finishing off the attacker.

……

At an abandoned pipeline hub a dozen kilometers from the main battlefield, a pure-blooded gene stealer, its upper body a grotesque alien and its lower body a bloody mess, was stubbornly crawling on the ground with its two pairs of sharp forepaws. Surprisingly, it was quite fast, leaving a long, gruesome trail of blood behind it.

"Ugh... As long as I can get to that place... As long as I can get to that place..." The pureblood cunning muttered hoarsely, his eyes filled with a desire to survive.

It thought to itself, "It's just ahead. The space inside that cave is extremely narrow. As long as I can squeeze in, those Astronauts who are just ordinary mortals, with their massive war machines and bloated bodies, definitely won't be able to catch up!"
However, just meters from the opening that represented hope, several tall shadows blocked the faint light streaming through the hole in the ceiling. The pureblooded cunning creature abruptly stopped, looked up, and saw several figures reflected in its compound eyes. Despair instantly filled its heart.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

"Hey hey hey hey..."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

A series of chilling, varied laughs rang out.

"Alright, stop laughing!" A slightly exasperated voice interrupted the eerie chorus. The squad leader stepped forward and gave orders to his men, "Shin-chan, Patrick, tie it up! Tom, figure out a way to stop the bleeding, so it doesn't bleed all over the place when we take it away! Tigger, Hu Yingjun, you two go and keep watch! Bugs Bunny, report to the company commander, the mission to capture it alive is complete." Watching his soldiers obediently carry out their tasks, the squad leader couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Damn it, who taught them to name themselves like that? I have this weird feeling that I'm constantly traveling through multiple universes..."

"Report!" Bugs Bunny trotted over and handed the walkie-talkie to the squad leader. "Squad leader, the company commander requests to speak with you."

The squad leader took the walkie-talkie, cleared his throat, and said, "Hello, company commander, this is Bald Qiang."

"Got him, right?" Assassin's voice came through the walkie-talkie. "That's good. Bring him back quickly. This is crucial to how many pure-blooded remnants we can catch later."

"Company commander, what are you planning to do? Interrogate him?" the squad leader asked, puzzled. "What can you possibly get out of interrogating a cunning fellow?"

"Don't worry, you'll see in a bit," Assassin said with a hint of a smile. "That's all."

The squad leader put down the walkie-talkie, looked at the purebred cunning fellow bound like a dumpling, and curled his lip: "Tch, so mysterious."

Half an hour later, in the center of the company's temporary camp, the purebred chicken thief with half its body severed was hoisted high into the air by a metal winch, several meters off the ground.

Hundreds of players formed a huge circle, and the center of the arena was illuminated as if it were daytime by several high-powered searchlights.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene before them: a player was holding an ordinary-looking black leather whip and was using it to violently lash out at the Pureblood Chicken Thief, the whip making a crisp sound in the air.

"Confess! Confess! Do you understand? Confess!"

The powerful, fearless pureblood gene stealer was now crying like a terrified child, tears streaming down its face.

"I repent! I repent! I no longer believe in the Lord of the Void! I don't believe anymore, okay?! Stop hitting me! Oh, soooooo..."

【Title: The Dark Angel's Interrogation Whip】

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Epic]

Attack power: Relatively weak

[Attribute: None]

[Special Effect 1: No Secrets (The more onlookers there are when using this whip to lash the interrogation target, the better the interrogation effect)]

[Special Effect Two: Make him repent (No intelligent being can remain unrepentant under the lash of this whip)]

[Special Effect 3: Inner ring within an inner ring within an inner ring... (For each bystander present, an additional layer of force is generated during the whipping. The pain generated by this force reaches the soul and cannot be reduced by any physical means. It also continuously strengthens the whipped person's willingness to repent.)]

[Note: This is a whip with a story. Although its production year is indeed 40K, the patina of age on it indicates that it has been around for ten thousand years. Do you want to know its story...? Asmodel, make him repent!]

(End of this chapter)