I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 83 The Book of Hatred

The three launched a thunderous attack on the Slaanesh space soldier from different directions. This exquisite triangular attack tactic was something they didn't need to discuss verbally; after dozens of days of fighting, it had long become an instinct ingrained in their bones.

“Interesting.” However, Gerald, who was at the center of the storm, showed no sense of urgency whatsoever. He even chuckled, “But… it’s only somewhat interesting.”

Before he finished speaking, Gerald swung his power sword, and a perfect circular arc of light suddenly spread out from him!
"clang--!"

A deafening roar echoed through the distorted art hall. The three players' attacks seemed to have struck an invisible wall of sighs; immense force surged from the swords, forcing them to stagger back several steps simultaneously. A perfectly coordinated simultaneous attack had been effortlessly repelled.

"This is bad..." Moth used all her strength to grip the power sword that was trembling violently in her hand, preventing it from slipping out of her grasp. "This speed and power are just too exaggerated. If we hadn't taken the healing spell, the three of us would probably have been cut in two by that last strike... I guess that's what you call a Space Marine."

“Too slow, too late, and too many unnecessary movements,” Gerald stood there leisurely, commenting on their attacks as if an art master were instructing an apprentice on his poor painting. “Hurry up and use whatever other tricks you have... otherwise, you’ll probably only have ten seconds left to live.”

"Tch." The giant unicorn spat in annoyance, casually turning on the portable radio at his waist. A ethereal yet slightly manic melody began to echo through the hall. He looked up and shouted at Gerald, "Ugly freak, don't be so arrogant!"

To everyone's surprise, the unicorn's casual remark, which wasn't even sarcasm, caused Gerald's perfect face to instantly darken.

"what did you just say?"

"Oh?" The giant unicorn immediately realized, keenly sensing the other party's emotional fluctuations. "So, you're actually concerned about your appearance?"

"Hehehe..." Then, the giant unicorn immediately put on a classic smug expression like Stephen Chow in the movies, and dragged out the sound in an extremely exaggerated tone: "Ugly monster~ Ugly monster~ Ugly~ monster~! I told you, what are you going to do about it? Come and hit me if you dare!"

Gerald was silent for a moment, his handsome face now devoid of any languor, replaced by an overwhelming murderous intent. He said in an icy tone, "Since you're courting death, you can't blame me. Anyway... there are two other toys; it doesn't matter if one gets accidentally broken."

This was Gerrard's first time taking the initiative in this battle!
His speed did indeed cause the pupils of the three people present to shrink suddenly—after being injected with combat drugs, their nerve reflexes had reached five times their original speed, but even so, they could only barely catch a purple afterimage!

Before the other party could finish speaking, the giant horned beast, relying on its honed fighting instincts, suddenly raised its power sword.

This action saved his life.

"Qiang!"

He successfully blocked the enemy's first attack. But this thrilling parry also made the giant unicorn instantly realize... his life was numbered.

"Ten seconds to finish us off..." The giant unicorn gripped the power sword tightly with both hands. The terrifying force from the sword caused his hands to split open and bleed profusely. "At this rate... I really might be finished off by him in three moves."

"Are you in despair, mortal?" Gerald said arrogantly, casually suppressing the horned beast that was blocking with both hands while holding his sword with one hand. "The difference between you and me is as vast as that between a lowly insect and a god high in the clouds."

"Clang!" Another incredibly fast slash landed, and the great horned beast managed to parry it once more. But his condition couldn't be worse; a piercing sound of bones cracking echoed from his arms. His wrists were completely broken, and sparks flew from the joints of his armored arms. The next strike... he was destined not to be able to withstand it.

“It’s over, you bug.” A cruel pleasure flashed in Gerald’s eyes as he swung his sword again, the blade aimed directly at the great horned beast’s neck.

Just when everyone thought the giant unicorn was about to die... the fatal sword strike missed.

"What?!" Gerald shouted, uttering the most common death flags used by villains in various comics.

The great horned beast watched helplessly as Gerald forcefully twisted the blade at the last moment, grazing past his helmet. Gerald, bewildered, turned completely away from the fiercely waiting great horned beast and looked back at the moth and the name on the other side of the hall.

No, to be precise, it was staring intently at the name.

The giant unicorn took this opportunity to get a clear look. At that moment, the creature was holding a thick, ancient book in its left hand and a quill pen in its right, clearly having just written something on the book with that pen.

“You’re very confident, so confident that you’re arrogant,” Moth’s voice rang out, tinged with mockery. “You think that even with your back to us, you can react to our attack in time.”

"Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival; arrogance is." He closed the book and sneered, "Fool, what do you think I went to all that trouble to ask your name for?"

【Title: The Book of Hatred】

[Type: Tool]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attribute: None]

[Special Effect: After the holder writes the name of an intelligent being on it, the being will develop an uncontrollable and immense hatred towards the holder, and will abandon all ongoing activities, making killing the holder their top priority.]

[Usage Condition: The holder must be "shorter" than the intelligent being whose name was written down]

[Note: "I only remember that day, the High King summoned me to his room and gave me a long lecture. To be honest, I didn't listen much because I had just drunk a bottle of Erguotou that day. You know, those fine liquors from the East, very strong... cough cough, I digress. Anyway, the High King believed that it was ultimately wrong for us dwarves to hate others so much, so he ordered me to forge a book with the opposite properties of the Book of Hatred... Now that I think about it, what the High King wanted me to forge should have been the Book of Benevolence." —An anonymous dwarven elder]

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his arms, the giant unicorn seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and plunged its power sword deep into Gerald's unsuspecting lower back.

Gerald was also severely wounded by the sword, but he did not retaliate. His cursed will remained fixed on the name in the distance, and he could only let out a wail filled with rage and humiliation. A large amount of blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, and his overwhelming aura was visibly weakening at a rapid pace.

(End of this chapter)