I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 92 turns out it's an ability similar to [Miracle for You] .
The "meteor" in the sky expanded visibly, rapidly transforming from a flash of light into a blazing fireball, tearing through the atmosphere with a chilling roar. The desolate desert, blanketed in yellow sand, seemed to be stunned by this immense energy, the air thick with the smell of burning heat.

"No, that's not right... This doesn't seem to be a meteorite..." Assimilation squinted. Although his vision was blurry, he still saw the true face of the behemoth—it wasn't a meteorite at all, but a warship!
Judging from its heavy armor and villainous appearance, it is clearly an Imperial ship. The only question is which faction it belongs to: is it a merchant ronin? Or the Imperial Navy? Or perhaps a Space Marine battle barge?
The warship's landing was clearly a hard landing, a catastrophic forced descent. It crashed into the ground just ten meters in front of the assimilated beings in a chilling manner, precisely striking the green-skinned creatures who hadn't even run a few steps.

"Boom!!!"

The deafening roar was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart. The yellow sand was hurled thousands of feet into the air by the terrifying impact, forming a ring-shaped sandstorm that instantly swallowed everything around it. The warship plowed a bottomless trench in the ground and, due to its enormous inertia, dragged forward for dozens of meters. Wherever it passed, the green-skinned ships left not even a trace.

Those green-skinned soldiers who reacted quickly and managed to escape the initial impact zone were not spared either. Various fragments scattered as the warship disintegrated—perhaps a twisted metal frame, a sharp steel plate, or even a lump of frozen excrement—fell like raindrops, striking them one by one and killing them instantly.

Throughout the entire process, apart from being slightly blinded by the wind and waves stirred up when the warship landed, Assimilation was completely unharmed.

"That solves everything..." Assimilation murmured to himself, looking at the massive warship wreckage burning fiercely and billowing thick smoke in front of him.

At this moment, BUG stepped forward and gave Assimilation a thumbs up: "You're awesome! I apologize for my previous comments."

BUG shifted his gaze to the massive metal wreckage in front of him, looking it up and down, left and right, and said uncertainly, "This ship... seems a bit like a combat barge?"

"You mean, what landed in front of us was a Space Marine ship-based chapter?" Assimilation asked in surprise. If that were true, it wouldn't be an ordinary opportunity.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited," BUG waved his hand, trying to extinguish the fantasy of assimilation. "I already said it seems a bit similar. I don't know much about Warhammer, and besides, this ship is completely unrecognizable after this forced landing. It's really hard to say exactly what it is."

“That’s true,” Assimilation muttered. “It would be great if we could go in and take a look, but the ship was smashed like this after the forced landing, and we can’t even find the door.”

As soon as the words were spoken, a huge metal plate on the wreckage of the warship in front of them suddenly emitted a piercing screeching sound, as if it had reached its limit. It crashed down, kicking up another cloud of yellow sand and revealing the dark interior of the warship. It was pitch black inside, bottomless, as if leading to an unknown abyss.

“Uh…” BUG glanced at Assimilation, then at the “door” that had appeared out of nowhere, hesitating as if he wanted to say something, but something was stuck in his throat.

"If you can't speak, then don't speak." Assimilation glanced at him and said irritably.

"Ahem," BUG coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, then asked, "Speaking of which, I've suddenly become curious about a question: Does your God's Dice kill the person you want to kill, or the person who wants to kill you?"

“Now that you mention it, I’m starting to get curious too,” Assimilation pondered for a moment. “But it’s hard to test. Putting aside whether I can find the enemy in the next hour, if the enemy has murderous intent towards me, it’s hard for me not to have murderous intent towards the enemy, right?”

“It’s nothing,” a sly glint flashed in BUG’s eyes. With lightning speed, he drew a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Assimilation. “I’ll give it a try…” Before he could finish speaking, with a whoosh, a steel bar as thick as an adult’s arm shot out from the wreckage of the warship, piercing BUG’s abdomen and sending him flying several meters before pinning him firmly to the ground. Blood instantly stained the yellow sand.

"You must... bring my... flamethrower... back..." BUG managed to utter the last few words, the light in his eyes quickly dimming, like an NPC in an RPG game who kicks the bucket after giving his information, completely silent.

"Hmm..." Assimilation looked at the burning warship in front of him, at the green skins whose corpses were scattered everywhere, and then at the bug that had just died. There were too many things to complain about, and he didn't know how to complain anymore.

After thinking for a while, Assimilation decided to shift his focus. He recalled the question BUG asked before it died, and his own recent experience: "I had absolutely no intention of killing BUG just now, so was it the same type of ability as [Miracle for You]?"

He fixed his gaze on the warship's newly opened gate. The gate seemed to be silently inviting him to enter.

"This is obviously an invitation," Assimilation muttered to itself. "Then I'll gladly accept... there's no way I'll be in any danger anyway."

Assimilation strode into the ship. The interior was pitch black, with only the faint light occasionally filtering through the damaged areas and the flickering flames from the burning wreckage in the distance, barely illuminating the twisted metal passageways.

A strong, acrid smell filled the air, mixed with ozone, blood, and some indescribable stench of decay. Underfoot lay scattered debris, twisted pipes, and unidentified wreckage, each step accompanied by an unsettling creak.

He randomly chose a direction and walked forward along a relatively intact passage. Most of the cabin doors on both sides of the passage were tightly closed, while some were torn apart by explosions, revealing a scene of utter devastation inside. It was unknown whether a catastrophic battle had taken place here before the crash, and perhaps that battle was the direct cause of the ship's destruction.

He walked for a few minutes and arrived at Silu, where a locked door stood before him. This door appeared thicker and heavier than the surrounding cabin doors, seemingly leading to some important area. The door panel was covered in scratches and charred marks, clearly indicating it had suffered a severe attack.

Beside the door, the body of a mortal crewman lay in a twisted position, his uniform tattered and with a huge hole in his chest, suggesting that he had fought against something ferocious before his death.

Assimilation tapped on the door with his hand, but it wouldn't budge; clearly, brute force wouldn't work. He examined the door frame carefully and found a card slot, indicating that the door required an access card to open.

He seemed to have thought of something, and his gaze turned to the corpse of the mortal crew member. Sure enough, in the mortal crew member's pocket, a permission card, shimmering with a faint light, was clearly visible.

"It's turned into a puzzle," Assimilation muttered, "and it's a puzzle that would stump even a chimpanzee in a zoo: finding a key that's clearly placed, figuring out the connection between the key, the lock, and the door, and deducing that the key is needed to open the lock..."

(End of this chapter)