I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 86 Waltz

This emperor's son had originally conceived an ingenious script for this little "performance".

It had meticulously calculated the timing of its shot and the space it moved through. It was supposed to gracefully retreat to the far end of the room, and with the final note of the music, use its last explosive shell to precisely pierce the skull of the last Astronaut soldier, bringing the massacre to a perfect close.

But now, the plan has been disrupted.

It had retreated to the middle of the room, but apart from the burning wreckage of the chimera at the entrance, the number of the two hundred infantrymen had not decreased at all! It had clearly already killed over a hundred of them.

"A piecemeal tactic?" Blake offered himself the most reasonable explanation for this incongruous scene. "That's normal, after all, the space in this room is already at its limit for a team of two hundred people."

It had no choice but to abandon its planned elegant rhythm. With a displeased snort, it unleashed the remaining dozen or so explosive rounds from its magazine, blasting the two remaining Chimeras into two billowing flames!
It had thought it through very clearly. If things continued this way, it might not have cleared these mortals out by the time it retreated to the back of the room. In that case, it would lose all the protection of the shadows and be forced to reveal itself in the open.

At that point, the heavy logging guns mounted on the two chimeras would be the real threat, far more ineffective than the ineffective "flashlights" carried by the infantry. Even if one stood still and let them fire, it would take at least ten seconds to have a chance of injuring oneself, but luck is unpredictable. What if the enemy happened to hit a weak point in one's power armor or an already damaged joint?
He considered himself a cautious artist, and this possibility of destroying aesthetics should certainly be nipped in the bud.

Although the dozen or so explosive shells were aimed directly at the armored vehicle, fragile mortals are, after all, fragile mortals. The violent shockwave from the explosions threw their formation into disarray, forcing them into a temporary state of suppression... but only temporarily. They quickly regrouped and continued their silent advance.

"Hmph, as expected, you're just mortals who've been bewitched by the Corpse King and fallen into a state of numbness." The emperor's son, who loved the piano, sneered. "Fine, you're not worthy of my continued waste of explosives. I'll personally take the field and play your final melody with my sword..."

Just as it placed its hand on the hilt of its power sword at its waist, preparing to leap into the enemy ranks... a heavy engine roar came from outside the room, growing louder as it approached.

The sudden sound made its expression change.

"This is..." With its already extremely strong senses, which were further enhanced after falling into chaos, Astartes instantly identified the source of the sound, "Lemanrus...the victor?"

“I see.” In a flash, it felt it had deduced the whole picture of these mortal tactics. “The first three chimeras and these infantrymen were just bait, meant to lure me out from the shadows. The commander of this unit never expected such weak firepower to kill me.”

"The real trump card is the Victor hidden in the rear." The more it thought about it, the more convinced it was of itself, and a knowing smile even appeared on its lips. "This variant of Lemanrus, with a single shot from its main cannon, can even penetrate the armor of a Marauder Titan. It is more than enough to deal with Space Marines."

“It’s a pity,” Blake shook his head, his tone filled with pity for the mortal commander, “the tactics were good, but the quality of the executors was too low… Your soldiers lacked the necessary patience and composure. They probably felt they had advanced to the back of the room and I had no room to hide, so it didn’t matter if they showed up before me…”

“What a pity,” it slowly removed its hand from the hilt of the sword, its posture regaining its elegance, “The reason I had to reveal myself was due to my own aesthetic constraints. After all, it’s really undignified to fight a guerrilla war with a group of mortals. If I wanted to, I could easily and silently pass over the heads of these mortals.”

"So, now that you've dealt with this Victor, you're helpless, aren't you?" It revealed a ferocious and confident smile. "Looks like I've won this game..."

Just as Blake was confident of victory, the Victory Tank roared and smashed through the marble door! Blake, with his superhuman eyesight, immediately recognized the Victory Tank. And because of this, the smile on his face instantly froze, replaced by utter horror.

Because it saw that as soon as the victor charged in, its massive cannon barrel was already pointed precisely at it!

A Space Marine might be able to outrun a turret's rotation speed, but that doesn't mean they can outrun a projectile's flight speed!

"impossible!"

With a roar filled with astonishment and resentment, it and the marble pillar that served as cover in front of it were completely engulfed by the scorching light blasted by the Victor's main cannon and turned into dust.

Inside the Victory Tank, upon hearing the system notification that the target had been eliminated, all crew members breathed a sigh of relief.

The tactics of the suicide bombers were almost identical to what the emperor's son had predicted, except for one thing—the victors knew its location from the very beginning. The infantry's task was never to find it, but simply to lure it step by step to that fatal spot with the least room to hide.

"Let's go, next one," the observer said calmly.

The train conductor asked with concern, "How are your eyes?"

“Very good, the effect is excellent.” Moth felt the cool sensation coming from her left eye, a comfortable feeling that dispelled all fatigue and pain. “After taking this SCP-500, I feel like I can last for two hours.”

At the same time, due to Blake's death, the piano music stopped, and the guitar solo in the center of the Governor's Palace became a solo again, but it was slightly different in key from the previous solo.

This subtle change went unnoticed by any player except for those with exceptional artistic talent in real life. Even those who did notice it didn't care, or at least, they felt there was no need to point it out.

However, for the other sons of the emperor scattered throughout the governor's mansion, the subtle change in the guitar melody, and the meaning it implied, was extremely clear.

"Huh? Blake... he was actually killed?"

"Ha! That piano-loving pervert is finally dead!"

"Hehehe... This is getting more and more exciting..."

(End of this chapter)