Warhammer in a box

Chapter 200 Am I still human?

Dwarven soldiers in ornate armor line up in the High King's throne room.

"This place really feels a bit like a hive city, with so many layers upon layers. I heard that the dwarves buried the remains of all the Eternal Kings at the bottom?"

However, the dwarf city is much more gorgeous than the nest city. The stone pillars are inlaid with gems, many of which were decorated and made by the high elves when the dwarves and the high elves were communicating.

Belegar walked into the throne room, where Thorgrim was now sitting on the High Throne.

This throne, which has served every High King, is engraved with the most powerful rune magic of the dwarves.

"Belegar, may our ancestors bless you. It's been a long time since we last met. What brings you here this time?"

Thorgreen is clearly a knowing consultant.

"Supreme King, it's time to cross out another entry in the Great Book of Hatred. Eight Peaks Mountain has been in the hands of those filthy goblins for too long. As the Supreme King, you have an obligation to help my clan take back Eight Peaks Mountain!"

Thorgrim looked at Belegar who was sitting on the throne.

After a moment's silence, he continued, addressing Belegar.

"Belegar, I understand your feelings, but I must refuse you. Too many dwarves have died for Eight Peaks Mountain. Even if we take it down, we don't have the ability to defend it."

"It may not have been possible before, but it is possible now, High King. I only need you to lend me another 500 warriors, and I will have the confidence to let the dwarves have a magnificent city again!"

"Five hundred people? Five hundred people can't change anything. The army we had before was useless. What's the point of having five hundred people now?"

When Thorgrim first came to power, he did help Belegar retake part of the Eight Peaks, but he had to withdraw in the end. In his eyes, unless the dwarves could return to their heyday, there was almost no hope of regaining the Eight Peaks.

The reason why Belegar only needs so few people is because the Eight Peaks Mountain is too big. His warriors are definitely strong enough now, but the population is not enough to control the entire Eight Peaks Mountain.

"This time is different, High King. I have found new allies. Our strength has increased countless times. Those endless goblins and ratmen are no longer a problem!"

"New allies? You mean the humans outside of you?"

The Terran soldiers were not allowed into the throne room, but Thorgrin had learned of their presence from the warriors.

"Yes."

"I know the power of humans better than you do, Belegar. Their muskets and gunpowder all come from us, not to mention that they are now unable to take care of themselves. Why do you think humans can help you?"

But then he also showed a skeptical expression after hearing about Belegar's recent experience in Terra.

All this is too far-fetched. A new god, a magnificent city built in a few months, and a messenger from God?

Any one of these is shocking enough when taken alone.

Belegar handed his armor, automatic rifle and laser rifle to Thorgrin.

Thorgrin, who took the armor, immediately noticed the difference.

“Too light…”

He then gave the armor to his personal guard, the Eternal Guard.

"Attack it as hard as you can!"

Upon receiving the order, the Eternal Guard smashed the armor with all his strength.

With a "clang" sound, there was actually only a small dent on the armor.

Thorgrin picked up the automatic rifle and the laser gun again.

It pulled the trigger at a piece of armor that the Eternal Guard had taken off.

Although the former failed to directly penetrate the rune armor worn by these top dwarf soldiers, the terrifying firing rate quickly made Thorgrin understand its meaning.

If it was really this easy to carry, then the human wave tactics of the goblins and ratmen might not be a problem anymore. The laser rifle easily penetrated the rune armor, which also made him understand its terrifying effect of beheading generals.

"Perhaps something really great has happened to humanity... Perhaps this is the opportunity for change..."

"Belegar! This thing is truly a work of art. It's hard to imagine what kind of craftsman could invent this. It must be very difficult to make, right?"

"Difficult? Hahaha, my people all have one! High King, you can ask the dwarves in Hornhold. They, like us, have long started trading with Terra. You should have seen how Hornhold fought against the ratmen. The corpses of those filthy ratmen are almost piled up into a mountain!"

Belegar laughed wildly.

"Belegar... maybe what you said is right. I can provide you with warriors, but I need to send someone to negotiate with Terra you mentioned... Ancestors, I have a feeling that our chance for the dwarves has come."

Regardless of whether what Belegar said was true or not, he had to send people to Terra to take a look. These things meant too much to the dwarves now.

Belegar was delighted! This time the High King gave him 1000 warriors, twice as many as he had requested.

Belegar knew that the High King wanted to verify the fighting power of these dwarves after they changed their clothes!

A delegation belonging to the Dwarf High King also headed towards Terra.

Belegar took all the dwarf warriors and went into the badlands.

It is still a long way to reach the Eight Peaks Mountain, a badland filled with orcs, so the journey is destined not to be easy.

Zhang Heng was also very satisfied with the current progress. If he were to ask which race in the Order camp was the most tragic, Zhang Heng would think it was the dwarves.

It's a shame that almost every dwarf available in the game dies in a desperate battle.

Zhang Heng stretched and stood up from the box.

Ever since he got the box, his mentality has been slowly changing.

From the initial surprise and curiosity, there were only a few thousand believers, and all he had to do was to protect these people, and it was more of a game-playing mentality.

Even the supernatural events do not have any negative impact on his life.

It might even give him a better life.

But up to now, he has hundreds of thousands of followers, and the number of villains he controls directly or indirectly has reached millions, and he has even begun to influence the fate of other races.

He is actually changing the direction of the world.

He tried to communicate with the ball of light in the faith space, and Zhang Heng's body was also faintly glowing with golden light.

He could clearly sense the emotions brought by the believers in each light group.

There is hope... there is despair... there is anger... and there is joy...

Countless emotions from humans washed over his spirit every day, and these emotions also made his body reach a level far beyond that of humans.

Zhang Heng secretly tested it and found that his speed, reaction and strength all exceeded the world records.

The dynamometer couldn't even detect his true level.

He even didn't dare to meet his friends because his appearance had changed so much and he didn't know how to explain it.

"Am I still a human now... Maybe this is what it feels like to be a god..."

He felt pressured by just such a small number of believers, not to mention the Emperor of 40k, who received countless times more faith and negative emotions.

"Perhaps... the moment the Emperor really stood up from the Golden Throne... he would no longer be himself..."

(End of this chapter)