I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 30 The Emperor: I think I just heard someone curse me to die young.
On the metal walkway of Sector C-3, the last surviving player from Squad 7 looked at the pieces of his teammates scattered all over the ground, then at Liam, who was unharmed and graceful in the distance, and suddenly smiled with relief.

He cursed directly, "You motherfucker! We took down the first boss with a self-destruct, and now you're giving the second boss an agility bonus? Target them, target them head-on!"

Although he didn't quite understand what the mortal was saying, Liam could tell from the man's posture that he had given up resisting. He moved silently, like a ghost, to the player and asked in cold, pure High Gothic, "How did you find me?"

The player took a deep breath and then spat violently at Liam's inhuman face.

"He~tui!"

Liam tilted his head slightly, easily dodging the futile insult. The next instant, his claws flashed with a dark purple light, cleanly slicing the player in two at the waist.

Unfortunately, I still couldn't get the answer...

With a hint of regret, Liam didn't linger and began to move quickly along the pipe. Now that the cultists had been expelled, he intended to leave the chemical refinery immediately and not stay there any longer. However, he hadn't gone far when a series of footsteps, dozens of times more frequent than before, came from ahead of him.

Liam felt a surge of annoyance. These mortals just kept coming in waves, it never seemed to end!

This time, it no longer bothered to conceal its presence, but instead transformed into a deadly shadow, charging into the oncoming human horde. A pure massacre ensued. Limbs and severed bodies flew everywhere, laser beams and bullets futilely chasing its afterimage. Although the players could clearly know Liam's location through the friend-or-foe identification system, they were completely unable to lock onto or hit it.

"Damn! This thing's speed, strength, reaction time, and all other attributes are at least three times ours!" A player roared in despair before being cut in half.

Many players also attempted to kill Liam by self-destructing, but all failed—Liam swept past them halfway through their charge and sliced ​​them into pieces. Soon, all the players realized a harsh truth: without restraining each other, they couldn't harm this pureblood genestealer.

Meanwhile, Liam also sensed that something was wrong.

It originally intended to kill all these mortals before making a leisurely escape, but it had been hacking and slashing for several minutes, tearing apart at least several hundred people with its claws. Yet the enemies in front of it seemed endless, and it could not kill them all no matter how hard it tried.
The reason is actually quite simple—under Ruan Wenbo's command, the remaining players only entered the pipe after they had all gathered. Liam consistently maintained a group of over seventy players in front of him, and at his efficiency, it would take him seven to eight seconds to kill them all. This time exceeded the players' respawn time. In other words, before he could kill the last player, the first player he killed had already returned unharmed.

Under the filter of Bit's cognition, Liam could not comprehend the supernatural phenomenon of "resurrection." But his battle-hardened intuition also made him realize that these mortals before him were "unkillable."

So it decided to stop bothering with these creatures. It took a few steps back, preparing to leap onto the top pipe and leave from there. After all, these mortals couldn't fly.

Just as it bent its knees to gather strength, preparing to leap up, a heavy thud on metal suddenly sounded behind it.

It recognized the sound; it had heard it just a few minutes ago. It was the sound of Oglin walking here, but at this frequency, it should be running.

If it were just the sound of Oglin's footsteps, Liam wouldn't have paid much attention. Those intellectually challenged and slow-moving demi-humans posed no threat to him whatsoever. But what left Liam in disbelief, even causing his thoughts to freeze for a moment, was that the sound was coming from behind him. Behind him? How could it be from behind?!
Liam was certain that every living thing in the path behind him had been cleaved into pieces; even the most resilient Nurgle walkers were beyond repair and had no chance of survival. And this C-3 area definitely only had this one entrance and exit in front of him…

If being discovered before was somewhat normal, since Liam's hiding wasn't exactly a sophisticated psionic technique, then the voice coming from behind this time was completely illogical.

Liam was distracted by this completely illogical thing. For the first time, it was caught in a puzzle that it could not understand, and its poised leap was momentarily halted.

It was this moment of hesitation that caused the seemingly invincible pureblood thief to lose his life.

"Ooooooooooo!"

The newly resurrected Eagle Policeman let out a deafening roar from behind, opened his arms, and used all his strength to hug Liam tightly!

Realizing what was happening, Liam immediately swung his arms, slicing Oglin's body to pieces in less than a tenth of a second. But the players in front of him had already swarmed in! Bayonets, dueling swords, entrenching tools... more than a dozen melee weapons rained down on Liam in that instant!

Although these mortal weapons only embedded themselves a few inches into its hard carapace before becoming immobile, Liam did indeed bleed dark purple blood. This was its first injury! Liam let out an angry shriek, its claws sweeping across, instantly severing more than a dozen human arms that were holding weapons.

All of this only kept Liam in place for a fraction of a second, but that was enough.

Assassin, who had been lurking on the edge of the battlefield, binding several molten metal bombs together, seized this fleeting opportunity. His eyes gleamed with fanaticism, and he pounced without hesitation.

"Long live the Emperor!"

An endless burst of light and heat melted everything in its path. The terrifyingly high temperatures and flowing liquefied metal left behind after the explosion caused players at the epicenter to die and be resurrected more than a dozen times between the respawn point and the battlefield.

Without the protection of a lesser deity, Liam was naturally reduced to a boiling liquid at the very beginning of the explosion, under the extremely high temperature that could melt a tank.

The fates of Chaos Wizards and Pureblood Genestealers reveal a chilling truth:

When facing other players, never reveal the slightest weakness.

Those who are fearless of death and willing to sacrifice themselves will seize even the smallest opportunity to drag those who seem to have all the advantages into the abyss of destruction together.

(End of this chapter)