I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 84 I won't say who the bug is.

With a single, decisive strike, the giant unicorn could no longer sustain itself, its hands limply releasing the hilt of its power sword. It was as if all its bones had been removed, collapsing heavily to the ground. Even with the potent stimulation of the combat serum, its fractured, bloodied hands were now completely useless, unable to move a single finger.

The fighter plane is fleeting.

The moth didn't waste this precious opportunity. While Gerald was still being torn apart by the cursed rage and the exhaustion from blood loss, he darted forward and thrust his buzzing power sword precisely and ruthlessly into Gerald's right shoulder blade, pinning him to the spot!

"Impossible!" Gerald made another classic death flag, gritting his teeth, his eyes filled with disbelief, "How could you..."

"How could I know you were taking too many drugs and had an old, incurable injury on your right shoulder?" Moth coldly interrupted him. "I could tell from the first moment I saw you that your meridians were disordered and your energy was stagnant."

At this point, Moth paused, her tone tinged with a pitying sarcasm: "By the way, your true appearance under the psionic illusion... is indeed quite ugly. The Great Horned Beast calling you an ugly monster is not unjustified at all."

"Damn bugs..."

As if to confirm the moth's words, the beautiful and flawless psionic illusion shattered abruptly due to Gerald's out-of-control mind. His true appearance was revealed—an extremely ugly face, with countless dark red compound eyes replacing his normal pupils, and a round mouth without lips, exposing sharp teeth inside.

"Hehehe..." The giant unicorn, slumped on the ground, let out three lewd laughs and said weakly, "I won't say who looks more like an insect."

“The three of us are perfectly sane and have no intention of torturing anyone.” Moth slowly raised the sword, aiming it at Gerald’s head. “Let’s just send you to your death cleanly.”

However, just as the moth's sword was about to pierce down—

"Zheng——!"

A clear and melodious sword cry rang out without warning in everyone's ears, followed by a flash of white light so fast it was impossible to catch.

By the time the three players came to their senses, their limbs were broken, and they lay in pools of blood.

“Gerald,” a figure slowly appeared before the crowd, clad in equally magnificent purple power armor, and walked slowly to Gerald’s side, “I know you’re a new recruit with less than a hundred years of service… but to be forced to this point by three mortals, isn’t that a bit too new?”

The newcomer was also a Space Marine, and just as handsome as Gerald before he was exposed; however, his handsomeness did not require him to use psionic powers to deceive himself.

“Lord Alvis, I just…” Gerald opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed his words of explanation and lowered his head in shame. “…I’m sorry, I was too lax.”

"Hmm." The Space Marine called Alvis nodded in satisfaction. "It's alright, it's good that you're still alive. After all, in the Warband, every brother who dies is one less."

It's just unknown what Gerrard will do if he really finds an excuse for himself.

Alvis turned his head and looked with interest at the three players who had completely lost the ability to resist: "Five minutes ago, while I was tuning my instrument, I suddenly felt someone watching me. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but the feeling lingered, and I soon realized... that a little mouse had sneaked in."

“So I followed my instincts and quickly found you, intending to see what you three little mice were up to.” Alvis shrugged elegantly. “And then I saw Gerald defeated by you… Heh, three mortals working together to kill a Space Marine, you really do see everything when you live long enough.” “Hearing you say that…” The moth lying on the ground tried to exert force, but found that the opponent’s attack was extremely precise, severing all the key tendons and nerves, ensuring they wouldn’t die while also losing all mobility. “You’re a veteran? Why did you betray humanity?”

"Still trying to test me even now? What an interesting mortal," Alvis chuckled. "Telling you won't hurt..."

He straightened his body, and an arrogance that came from the depths of his soul and spanned thousands of years arose spontaneously: "I was promoted to Astartes during the Legion period and have survived to this day."

"Damn it, a veteran of ten thousand years!" The three players simultaneously cursed the governor's entire family a thousand times in their minds.

“I’ve answered your question, so it’s time for you to answer mine.” Alvis’s gaze fell on the moth’s face, his perfect eyes gleaming with inquiry. “Your eyes… seem rather special?”

Upon hearing this, alarm bells went off in the minds of the three players.

Without further hesitation, they detonated the bombs inside their bodies.

boom--! ! !
The violent explosion instantly engulfed their location. When the smoke and fire cleared, only a charred crater remained; the three men were long gone.

Just moments before the explosion, the two Fallen Space Marines had dodged to the side unharmed. Alvis removed his hand from Gerald's shoulder and remarked calmly, "Quite decisive."

He shook his head, seemingly with some regret: "I was negligent; I didn't even notice that they had made any mechanical modifications."

He ignored the charred hole in the ground, turned around, and slowly took his "instrument" from behind his back.

It was a magnificent yet menacing war howl guitar. The body was crafted from the pale bones of an unknown beast and polished purple-gold metal, and was engraved with countless faces intertwined with ecstasy and extreme pain. The six strings shimmered with an ominous psychic glow in the dim light.

His slender fingers rested lightly on the strings, and he plucked them casually.

Instead of deafening noise, there was a strange, distorted, yet deadly alluring and mesmerizing melody.

The first note, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, rippled outwards in countless invisible waves. The music seemed to possess a life of its own; like mercury, it was all-pervasive, penetrating thick walls, flowing through opulent halls, winding its way into deep, winding corridors, and infiltrating every blood-stained chamber. Soon, this eerie melody echoed in every corner of the Governor's mansion.

The Slaanesh space soldiers, scattered throughout the governor's mansion and engaged in their own rituals of pleasure and cruelty, all stopped what they were doing the moment they heard the sound.

"Lord Alvis is summoning us..."

"Hehehe, looks like new toys have been delivered to my door again."

(End of this chapter)