I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 85 Opening Song
"Is it really... impossible to copy?"

In the workshop of the Cult of Machines, the newly resurrected Moth, holding its only remaining white eye (left), asked Redito with some resentment. As for its right eye, which had only played a crucial role in the battle, it had already vanished into nothingness along with its self-destruction.

“I will not copy organs belonging to psychics.” Redito’s voice was as cold and emotionless as ever. “Find someone else.”

Although Reddid said that, Moth could tell it was just a made-up excuse. He sighed helplessly and turned away dejectedly.

Could it be that his favorability rating wasn't high enough? Moth wondered as he walked. If that were the case, it would be normal, since he hadn't really gone out of his way to see this mechanical priest; it would be strange if his favorability rating was high.

He found Nguyen Van Bo, who was at the command post coordinating manpower.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ruan Wenbo,” Moth said somewhat dejectedly, “you may need to find someone else to be the victor’s observer. Redito is unwilling to help me replicate the eye, and my only remaining eye, the left one, can only last for a maximum of fifteen minutes if overused.”

"Well, it was somewhat expected." Ruan Wenbo nodded, seemingly unsurprised. He patted Moth on the shoulder, "But it's alright, during the time you were there, a player was willing to lend you his items."

"Who?!" The moth looked up in surprise.

“He wouldn’t let me say. He felt that we were all comrades-in-arms, and it was only right to help each other on the battlefield,” Nguyen Van Bo said with a gentle smile. “There’s no need for all those polite thanks.”

"Anyway, just take this." Ruan Wenbo tossed a small plastic medicine bottle to Ezi, who quickly caught it. "Whenever you feel your eyes are about to give out, just take one."

"What is this?" Moth looked at the medicine bottle in his hand with a puzzled expression, and then he saw the name of the item on it.

"Holy crap!" Moth exclaimed in shock. "Is it really okay for me to eat this thing, which might be able to make an emperor stand up from his golden throne, like candy?!"

“That player initially thought so too, but he quickly realized,” Ruan Wenbo explained, “that the value of this thing for us players is not as high as we imagined, in fact… it’s practically zero.”

"Oh..." Moth was taken aback for a moment, then realized, "That's true. For us, taking a pill is not as good as finding a place to die. Both will revive us at full health, and the latter is free."

“Yes. So the greatest value of this thing to him is actually its collectible value,” Ruan Wenbo said. “After learning about your predicament, he kept one piece for himself as a memento and handed over the rest.”

"Hmm..." Moth weighed the medicine bottle in his hand and pondered, "For this level of help, saying a perfunctory thank you is indeed a bit hypocritical."

He solemnly put the medicine bottle into his pocket and said to Ruan Wenbo, "If I have anything of the same quality in the future, I will definitely give him a copy as well. I'll trouble you, Battalion Commander, to pass it on for me."

Meanwhile, at the center of the Governor's Palace.

"Oh?"

As Alvis continued playing his bone guitar, a playful smile suddenly appeared on his handsome face. Through the sound waves reverberating throughout the building structure, he clearly "saw" something.

"A proactive attack... It seems that this Astral Army not only has a clear-headed commander, but its soldiers are also commendably courageous."

Alvis was right. If Nguyen Van Bo and his men really decided to set up defensive positions at the various entrances and exits of the Governor's Palace and wait for the enemy to charge, then what they would most likely get was a few precise bombs fired from tricky angles and deadly overload plasma, sending the heavy firepower and armored forces on the positions to the air before the battle even started.

After all, the sons of emperors may be freaks, but as Astartes, their tactical skills and intelligence are still intact... Of course, this only applies when they haven't taken too many drugs.

However, deducing the correct tactics is one thing, but actually executing them is quite another. Especially when facing Fallen Space Marines, it takes considerable courage for mortal forces to launch an attack on their lair. Alvis smiled, his long fingers continuing to pluck the strings.

His music was not yet finished—this piece had to be played to the end.

……

Deep within the Governor's Palace, the dimly lit corridors seemed to stretch on and on.

The dying are silently advancing.

At the forefront of the column were two hundred infantrymen clad in full-body armor. Between and behind them, the engines of three Chimera armored personnel carriers roared, their tracks leaving two clear ruts on the luxurious but blood-stained marble floor.

Fortunately, the governor's mansion was built to be magnificent and large enough, with exceptionally spacious halls and corridors inside; otherwise, their small armored assault force would not have been able to deploy their troops indoors.

As the last soldier and the last chimera drove completely into the next enormous room, a strange yet magnificent piano melody began to play, which, combined with the already ubiquitous guitar, severely affected everyone's hearing.

The music seemed to come from all directions, or as if it were playing directly in everyone's mind, making it impossible to pinpoint its source. Immediately afterward, a voice with an elegant smile rang out, echoing in the spacious exhibition hall: "Welcome, everyone, to my art gallery."

Before the words were even finished, the fatal attack had already arrived!

Several explosive shells, moving at speeds too fast for the naked eye to detect, whistled out from the shadows and accurately struck a Chimera in the middle of the convoy!

boom--! ! !
A violent explosion occurred instantly, turning the armored vehicle into a twisted ball of steel fire. A terrifying shockwave and shrapnel swept outwards, instantly tearing apart a dozen or so infantrymen nearby, while many more were set ablaze, emitting agonizing screams. Death or maiming was a matter of moments.

But the victims reacted with astonishing speed.

"Fire! Suppress the fire!"

Almost simultaneously with the explosion, the heavy logging guns on the roofs of the remaining two Chimeras began to roar wildly, their blazing bullets like two fiery whips, indiscriminately sweeping across all the suspicious shadowy corners, tearing the bizarre "artworks" on the walls to shreds.

The remaining infantrymen immediately dispersed, forming combat squads to quickly find cover and take turns providing cover as they probed the surrounding area.

The emperor's son, who was lurking in the shadows, immediately saw through their intentions.

"Heh... You want to use human lives to test my location?" He let out a contemptuous sneer. "This number is far from enough."

The emperor's son casually raised his grenade launcher and began firing randomly. His marksmanship was terrifyingly accurate; the grenade always flew from the most cunning and unexpected angles. Each time the trigger was pulled, a grenade landed precisely in the center of an infantry squad, the explosion always taking the lives of two or three men, blasting them into a cloud of blood mist.

It revels in this unequal slaughter, like an artist pruning his own bonsai.

However, after it slowly fired a dozen or so explosive rounds, the pleasant smile on its face suddenly froze.

It realized something was wrong: "Hmm? The number of people... it seems like it hasn't decreased?"

(End of this chapter)