I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 99 This roulette wheel is definitely just a scam to earn merit points, isn't it?
When Ruan Wenbo finally looked up from the mountain of documents and forms, the sky outside the window had already turned dark. He rubbed his aching neck, let out a long sigh of relief, and finally had time to experience the new content added in this version update—such as the lottery wheel.

He opened the system interface, and a colorful spinning wheel immediately took center stage. The wheel was clearly divided into five sections by color: a dark gray representing "decayed," white representing "common," blue representing "fine," purple representing "epic," and a dazzling gold representing "legendary." Judging from the area of ​​the sectors divided by color, each of the five qualities occupied an equally large area.

In other words, theoretically, the probability of drawing any of the five qualities of an item is equal. But what the actual probability is... well, only heaven knows.

“One thousand merit points per transaction,” Ruan Wenbo couldn’t help but complain as he looked at the price displayed below the spinning wheel. “Heartless planner, they really dare to write such a price.”

That being said, for Ruan Wenbo now, a thousand merits are still within his acceptable range, and at least drawing one is not a big problem.

So, Ruan Wenbo lightly flicked his finger across the system interface. The motionless dial seemed to come alive, beginning to spin rapidly, its various colors of light intertwining into a blurry patch of color.

As the spinning wheel gradually slowed down and the pointer began to jump one by one, Ruan Wenbo's mood became tense—no matter what, that was a thousand merit points, and he certainly didn't want so many merit points to go to waste.

Finally, under Ruan Wenbo's tense gaze, the pointer of the roulette wheel wobbled past the blue "Excellent" zone and came to a steady stop on the prestigious purple zone—"Epic".

Ruan Wenbo was overjoyed. Could it be that he was about to have a great start?!
With a flash of dazzling golden light, an object appeared out of thin air in his hand, lying quietly in his palm.

【Name: The Gold Coin at the End of the Rainbow】

[Type: Other]

[Quality: Epic]

[Note: Gold coins are indeed hidden at the end of the rainbow, but 99% of people fail at the last step. Giving up means forever losing to the legend; taking one more step makes you the celebrated miracle.]

"Epic quality items can actually include such a useless thing..." Ruan Wenbo squinted, picking up the well-crafted, shimmering gold coin between two fingers, and complained helplessly, "This roulette wheel is really just a scam to get merit points. The note is even a motivational quote, is it implying that I'll get something good if I try one more time?"

He sighed and casually put the gold coin into his pocket: "Oh well, at least it has some collectible value."

He didn't try the lottery again. Ordinary players might get carried away and use up all their merit points, since they only need to be responsible for themselves. But Ruan Wenbo was responsible for the entire group of those going to their deaths; every merit point he had had to be used wisely and not wasted.

Ruan Wenbo got up and left the office, heading to where the Mechanic Father Redito was. Clearly, he wanted to check on the two players undergoing Astartes modifications.

He entered the laboratory without any trouble. Upon entering, he saw that the two players had been placed into two opaque, black incubation chambers. Although called incubation chambers, Ruan Wenbo felt that their square, angular shapes really resembled coffins. It seemed Father Redito's aesthetic sense in this area was quite worrisome.

"How is the situation?" Ruan Wenbo asked bluntly.

“Very smoothly,” Redito turned around, in a good mood. “So far, nothing has gone out of my control. All the abnormal reactions have been recorded in previous experiments. As expected, the people you found are extremely similar.”

"Nonsense, it's the same two people from beginning to end, how could they not be very similar..." Ruan Wenbo thought to himself, but said aloud, "That's good, I also put in a lot of effort." Ruan Wenbo turned his gaze to the two dark incubation chambers and asked, "Can I touch them?"

“Whatever,” Redito said.

Ruan Wenbo reached out and gently placed his hand on the outer wall of one of the culture chambers. He stroked it; it felt smooth and slightly cool to the touch.

"Very good, it looks even more like a coffin now, and it even has a sliding lid..." Ruan Wenbo withdrew his hand and said softly, "Soon, we will be able to have two Space Marines."

“Believe me, they will show power beyond your imagination.” Redito’s voice drifted over. “If the performance of those Fallen Ones made you think that the Space Marines were nothing special, still within the realm of being overwhelmed by numbers, then I must tell you, you are very wrong.”

Redito looked at the two incubation chambers as if his mechanical eyes could see directly through the thick metal and into the scene inside.

"It wasn't until I actually underwent the modification surgery that I understood what an Astartes really is."

“I can tell you definitively,” Redito’s tone became extremely serious, “that if a dozen or so Astartes are truly determined to wage guerrilla warfare against you in the Governor’s Palace, then even if you suffer ten times more casualties, you won’t be able to touch a single hair on their heads.”

“You misunderstand,” his voice was deep and steady. “I have never doubted the Space Marines’ killing power. To doubt it would be an insult to the nearly ten thousand warriors who died before us.”

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts, the only sounds in the laboratory being the low hum of the life support systems and various instruments. He turned away from the two black "coffins" and began to slowly pace through the empty laboratory.

“I’m just thinking,” Nguyen Van Bo said, his footsteps echoing softly on the smooth metal floor, “where exactly should we set up our battlefield against the Greenskins?”

He stopped and looked at Redito: "If we were in Hive City, we would have the advantage of complex terrain and could definitely buy enough time to wait for the Empire's support. But in that case, Hive City would inevitably face large-scale destruction, and post-war reconstruction would be even more difficult."

His gaze shifted to the empty wall, as if he could see through it into the wasteland outside the hive: "If we're outside the hive, we don't have to worry about the production line being destroyed or the subsequent reconstruction, but in that vast desert, can we really stop the green tide?"

"Asking me won't help," Redito's voice remained as flat as ever, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. His mechanical eye simply locked onto Nguyen Van Bo. "As a mechanical priest, I cannot offer military advice."

“But also in my capacity as a Mechanic,” Reddock paused, leaning forward slightly, “I absolutely oppose bringing the enemy into the hive to threaten my servants, production lines, and industrial workers.”

Ruan Wenbo stopped in his tracks. He looked at Redito, momentarily stunned, as if awakened by this undisguised, purely utilitarian answer. Then, a relieved smile tinged with self-deprecation appeared on his face.

“You’re right,” he chuckled. “We’ve just pulled the surviving mortals out of danger, how can we bring danger back to them? That’s where I went wrong.”

(End of this chapter)