I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 51 Loyal! Sincerity!
The victory of the 7th Platoon was like a shot in the arm, injecting a powerful stimulant into the entire "Death Squad" company.

News of the victory spread rapidly among the players, and the sheer scale of Eagle Police's impressive record greatly boosted morale. The rhythmic thud of steel boots striking the metal floor grew even more rapid and powerful.

The players sped up their march, intending to wipe out the alien cult that had taken up residence there in one fell swoop.

Meanwhile, on the defensive line built by the gene stealers, the cult wizard Kyle also learned of the vanguard's annihilation.

He stood aside like an ordinary sly, watching the other slys at work. Faint whispers of psychic energy filled the air, reflecting on his pale, calm face. A third-generation hybrid knelt on one knee, head bowed low, giving him a detailed report on the battle situation at the front.

Kyle listened quietly, and when he heard that the Oglin had torn apart the lines with superhuman combat skills and efficiency, for the first time, a great look of doubt appeared in his eyes, which were flashing with psionic energy.

An O'Glint with a tactical mind? In his mind, this was an almost impossible and absurd thing.

Kyle felt a pang of regret at the loss of the vanguard commander and his men. He had hoped that the force would at least inflict heavy losses on the enemy, creating better conditions for the subsequent encirclement and suppression. But he quickly detached himself from this futile sentiment, viewing it as a necessary investment.

Nearby, a pureblood genestealer lurking in the shadows hissed and whispered, conveying its question through telepathy: "Lord Kyle, what should we do next? Should we retreat for now?"

“No,” Kyle said calmly, “Fischer and the others’ sacrifice was not in vain. At least it confirmed for us that the enemy was just a simple infantry force, with little or no armored support, and could only serve as a support force.”

"In that case, our current strength is absolutely enough to pin them down here. No matter how brave they are, they are still just mortals."

Kyle's confidence was not unfounded. In his view, this isolated Astronaut company was like a fly caught in a spider's web; no matter how much it struggled, its ultimate fate was already sealed.

Meanwhile, the players, fresh from a resounding victory, had become somewhat complacent. They believed the so-called Genestealer Cult was nothing special, and that they would be as easily defeated as the Vanguard team that Team 7 had encountered.

With this in mind, when the scouts confirmed that the exit of the passage ahead led to an open area for processing nutritional paste, the entire company rushed out in a swarm without conducting any further reconnaissance or tactical planning.

They rushed out of the narrow passage, but the scene before them stunned the players at the front.

Not far ahead of them lay a wide trench. But it couldn't really be called a trench—it was more like a one-way death trap. The trench wall on the player's side was a normal, sloping ramp that could be jumped down; but on the side closer to the Genestealer's position, the trench wall had been completely leveled, forming a nearly vertical, flat wall several meters high.

This means that once players jump down into the trench, they are like prisoners being led to the execution ground, with a wall of execution behind them that is almost impossible to climb over.

Those players who had already jumped down instinctively felt a chill run through them as they looked up at the enemy positions not far away.

Looking out, not a single moving enemy could be seen. Across from the entire processing area were bunkers made of makeshift metal plates, discarded machinery, and rocks, with only dark firing ports visible. Haunted automatic turrets extended their barrels from behind the bunkers, and several massive industrial trucks, welded with thick metal plates and converted into makeshift armored vehicles, lay silently, like steel behemoths.

Before the players could even recover from their shock, the enemy's firepower roared down.

"Boom! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—!"

A dense barrage of automatic gun fire, the piercing roar of heavy weaponry, and countless laser beams intertwined to form a deadly fire net, instantly engulfing the entire trench. The players hadn't even found any targets to retaliate against, only managing a few laser shots haphazardly fired at the firing ports before being riddled with holes in this steel storm. As for the massive Eagle Cop, needless to say, his enormous body was the perfect target in the open. He had originally intended to use his heavy metal plate armor to withstand the fire during his charge, creating opportunities for his comrades behind him.

However, he had only taken two steps when a rocket trailing a plume of flame shot out from a dark firing port, striking Oglin's massive head with remarkable precision.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the huge head of the Eagle Policeman, along with part of his upper body, instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist and minced flesh. The massive headless body swayed twice and fell heavily to the ground, where it was immediately sent back to Company Commander Ruan Wenbo, who was located at the rear.

After this devastating attack, even the most passionate players calmed down completely.

The euphoria and overconfidence born of victory were instantly extinguished by the cold reality. The momentum of the charge came to an abrupt halt, and the players who followed pinned themselves to the exit of the passage, using the corners of the walls as cover. Not a single one dared to step into that open death zone.

The players who respawned at the command node in the rear did not rush back to the front line mindlessly. Instead, they stayed obediently in a relatively safe place, exchanging information in the passage with lingering fear.

Soon, the passageway erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap, how do we charge this position?" a player who had just respawned said, still shaken.

"I was sent back to the squad leader before I even saw the enemy..." another person chimed in, his tone full of frustration.

"So trench warfare can be played like this? I thought it was just about digging a ditch and crouching in it." A new player asked, clearly having learned a lesson from this textbook-like trap.

An experienced player immediately chimed in: "You're underestimating trench warfare."

"Aren't those cultists just like that? They stupidly dig a ditch, sometimes they don't even dig a ditch... Now that you mention it, I suddenly feel so ashamed that we were overwhelmed by those kinds of people during the second closed beta test."

"Stop talking, my face hurts. So, what should we do next?"

The question caused a brief silence in the passageway, after which a clear and unambiguous consensus quickly formed.

"Report to the company commander, wait for his orders, and just follow his orders."

"That's right, this is something that should be handled by professionals; we can't handle it."

"Understood! Loyal! Honest!"

(End of this chapter)