I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 9 Aliens Must Die

Driven by their passion for "treasure hunting," the players once again ventured into that corner piled high with death. However, this time, when Ruan Wenbo faced those gruesome corpses again, his mindset underwent a subtle shift.

If this is truly an anti-war game, then the deaths of these NPCs are not merely "monster" spawn points where equipment drops, but rather symbols carrying a heavy meaning.

He didn't roughly rummage through the body as he had initially done when searching for the laser gun. Instead, he silently stared at the still-intact body of an Astronaut soldier. The soldier was young, and the terror on his face hadn't completely faded. Ruan Wenbo hesitated for a moment, then finally bent down, grabbed the body under his armpits, and laboriously dragged him to a relatively clean, shaded corner on the side of the trench.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" The player with the ID "Ruthless Assassin" asked, somewhat puzzled, upon seeing Ruan Wenbo's actions. The others also stopped searching and looked over curiously.

Ruan Wenbo gently laid the body down, sighed, and said, "I think, at least they died protecting their homeland and people. Although this empire is terrible, and they probably didn't have any lofty ideals of 'fighting for the people' subjectively, objectively, they did die for it. Just for that reason alone, leaving their bodies to rot in the wilderness... is still not a good thing."

The surrounding players fell silent upon hearing this. Looking at the twisted, mangled corpses, their nausea gradually subsided, replaced by a complex mix of awe and compassion. Ruan Wenbo was right; even within a game, these soldiers who died defending deserved basic respect.

So, the players stopped rushing to loot and, following Ruan Wenbo's example, began silently dragging the corpses of the Astronauts and Planetary Defense Force soldiers, whose human forms were still discernible, one by one to that shady corner and arranging them side by side. As for those that had been blown to pieces and were so mangled that they were unrecognizable, they were truly powerless to do anything about them.

Just as he was dragging a body that looked like an officer's, Ruan Wenbo's finger was suddenly pricked by something sharp. He stopped and dragged away another body that was pressing down on the officer, only to find a chainsaw lying quietly in the bloodstains, its blade covered in congealed blood and bits of flesh.

He carefully picked up the chainsaw sword, and an item information panel immediately popped up in front of him.

Title: Aliens Must Die

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack Power: Relatively High]

[Attribute: None]

[Special Effect: Deals additional damage to non-human creatures]

[Note: This chainsaw sword once belonged to Sergeant Major Maxim of the 103rd Regiment. In its bloody battle against the Dark Eldar, it drank its fill of Xenomorph blood. Although Sergeant Major Maxim has died a heroic death, every inch of its internal circuitry still burns with intense hatred for all Xenomorph races.]

Holding the heavy chainsaw sword that reeked of engine oil and blood, Ruan Wenbo couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "There really is something here!"

The shout was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

"What? Let me see?"

"Did you find something?"

The players who were carrying the corpses immediately put down what they were doing and swarmed over. As they approached Ruan Wenbo, the item information panel belonging to [Aliens Must Die] automatically popped up in front of them.

For a moment, the game was filled with envious gasps.

"Holy crap, a high-quality chainsaw sword!"

"I've never even seen a regular laser gun, and you just casually pulled out a superb chainsaw sword!" one player said sourly. [Ruthless Assassin] patted Ruan Wenbo on the shoulder, half-jokingly, half-seriously saying, "You're incredibly lucky! Once I get in touch with the Cult of Mechanics, I'll definitely have those guys forge me a [Lucky One Must Die]!"

Amidst the envious and teasing chatter, some astute players raised a question: "But aren't we fighting cultists right now? According to the description, the owner of this chainsaw sword was killed by the Dark Eldar, so how did it end up here?"

"Hey, that's just how games are." Another player waved his hand dismissively. "There are plenty of games where you kill a slime and get a dragon-slaying sword, or kill a monster and get a treasure chest or box. You can't tell which monster has a treasure sword or chest on it before you die."

However, Ruan Wenbo shook his head, stroking the cold metal casing of the chainsaw sword, and said in a deep voice, "It's not necessarily true... I remember that the Dark Eldar appeared in the official promotional video. Perhaps they are the enemies we will face in the future."

"We're going to fight the Dark Eldar? Really?"

"Are you kidding me? Even Astartes might not be able to beat that thing for sure..."

The players immediately felt a chill. If the Chaos Cultists were still within the realm of understanding, then the Dark Eldar, these legendary top predators, were enough to send shivers down their spines just by thinking about them.

As they were discussing amongst themselves, Commissar Walter returned from the other end of the trench. Following him was Oglin, the officer known as "Big Eagle." Big Eagle was now covered in rough but thick metal plates bound with wire and leather straps as makeshift armor, and he carried a massive metal bar, thicker than a human leg, salvaged from the wreckage of a vehicle—a truly terrifying sight.

Walter asked one of the soldiers on guard duty, "What are those recruits doing?"

The soldier first instinctively gave a hawk salute, then replied, "Reporting to the political commissar, they are dragging the brothers' bodies to a good place."

Upon hearing this, Walter remained silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "...These recruits are not bad, just a bit stupid."

Then, he strode forward and sternly reprimanded the players who were gathered together: "A bunch of idiots, all of you go back to your positions and rest!"

The players were caught off guard by the sudden shout and all looked at him.

Seeing their bewildered expressions, Walter seemed to realize that he had spoken too harshly, so he softened his tone and added, "Your priority is to conserve your strength and ensure your own survival before worrying about the dead."

The players were taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized. The political commissar was concerned about them. One player, quite boldly, blurted out, "Political Commissar, you're pretty arrogant!"

"Arrogant...spoiled?"

Although he had never heard of this word from another world before, Walter could roughly understand it from the literal meaning and the other person's tone. His face instantly turned red, and he roared, "A bunch of greenhorns! I think you want to get your asses kicked! Get back to your positions!"

Driven by Walter's shouts and kicks, the players scrambled back to their defensive positions.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, two veteran Astrakhan soldiers, who were resting against sandbags, were watching this lively scene.

One of the veterans nudged his comrade with his elbow and whispered, "How long has it been since the political commissar has been this...energetic? Every time I saw him before, he looked so lifeless."

Another veteran replied, "Yeah, these new recruits... they're pretty capable."

The two veterans exchanged a glance, and long-lost smiles involuntarily appeared on their weathered faces.

(End of this chapter)