Warhammer in a box

Chapter 250: The Divine Emperor and Yurik
The Space Marines are far superior to the Frost Warriors formed by the divine power of Ulric.

This made the battle look like a group of soldiers besieging a final boss, and Ragnar's adamantium blade shattered the frost armor on these warriors.

The weapons in their hands could also cause wounds on the unarmored Ragnar, but the Astartes transformation surgery and the special genetic mutation of the Space Wolves made these wounds just some superficial injuries. They looked bloody but did not affect his combat.

Ragnar also felt a rare sense of relief. These alien soldiers were also not afraid of death, and the trace of divine power that each of them carried made these warriors not so weak.

The longer the battle lasted, the more excited Ragnar became, and the faster he swung his weapon. He even forgot the time of the battle. The only thing in his mind was the enemy in front of him, and he used the skills honed from countless battles to defeat the enemy.

When he chopped the last enemy into pieces, Ragnar let out a breath.

"Evil God named Yurik, is this the only test you can give me?"

Ragnar, who had already reached the foot of the mountain, roared loudly at the top of the mountain, and loud laughter was also heard from the mountain.

Yurik is also known as the God of War in the mouths of his believers, which makes him more satisfied the more he looks at Ragnar. It is your ability that you can pass my test. Yurik is not displeased by this provocation and may even appreciate it.

"The test is not over yet. Let's talk about it when you really reach the top of the mountain."

Ragnar looked at the high mountain in front of him. There was no road, but how could he give in? Ragnar held the dagger in his mouth and used the claw-like nails on his hands to deeply grip the stone wall in front of him. Ragnar just grabbed the steep cliff and began to climb up continuously.

"100 meters, 200 meters, 500 meters, 1000 meters."

The mountains that could be seen to the end from the ground now seemed to have no end, and as the altitude increased, the surrounding wind and snow became more and more fierce.

This is not a naturally formed cold wind, but a magical wind created by Yurik using his divine power.

Ragnar was climbing up, and the chill that was strong enough to penetrate his skin and reach his internal organs continued to erode him, even causing a thick layer of frost to form on his body.

Ragnar gritted his teeth, and the modified organs in his body worked at full capacity to maintain his high-intensity exercise. His two hearts continuously delivered warm blood to all parts of his body.

Ragnar took a deep breath, and the cold wind entering his lungs made his artificial lungs feel stinging.

"Son of Fenris, the Space Wolves will never be defeated by such an ordeal!"

Under his strong will, Ragnar's fangs became increasingly thicker, and the hair on his body grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. The special genetic mutation caused by the Wolf Spiral actually began to play some role at this time.

Zhang Heng also floated behind Ragnar in the form of a soul. He looked down from the sky. From this height, even a Space Marine as strong as Ragnar would have no chance of survival if he fell down. After all, Space Marines were just flesh and blood.

Zhang Heng was really afraid that this powerful space warrior whom he had summoned with so much faith would die. Looking at Ragnar, Zhang Heng tried to transfer the power of faith to him.

The power of faith that cannot be seen with the naked eye entered Ragnar's body, and Ragnar, who had been gritting his teeth and persevering, suddenly felt a warmth.

In his soul vision, a golden sun was rising. He looked back and saw Zhang Heng's golden shadow.

"Emperor?!" Ragnar was also shocked by what he saw. Even for most Space Marines in 40k, the Emperor only lives in people's mouths. Only a few lucky people or Primarchs have the honor of seeing the Emperor's face.

But Zhang Heng was not expecting Ragnar's reaction.

"Great God-Emperor, this is my own test. At this moment, I represent the glory of the great Primarch and the Space Wolves. I must complete this test by myself."

Listening to Ragnar's words, Zhang Heng was also moved. After all, he was not a real emperor, nor was he from 40k. He was just a young man from the 3K era. Even though he had experienced many changes, he still could not personally feel some of the obsessions in the hearts of the people in 40k.

This is not something that can be developed in a day or two. It is created by everyone around you and the environment from childhood to adulthood. Listening to Ragnar's words, Zhang Heng stopped transmitting the power of faith into Ragnar's body.

And because of his action, Yurik also discovered his existence.

"Impolite guest, I don't think I invited you into my territory."

Yurik's unhappy voice came from the top of the mountain. After hearing this voice, Zhang Heng looked at Ragnar and no longer hid, and flew directly to the top of the mountain.

After a short flight, Zhang Heng arrived at the top of the mountain. An extremely huge holy fire seemed to be maintaining the operation of this world, and an extremely huge white wolf was lying beside the holy fire, looking at Zhang Heng with unfriendly eyes.

"Are you the God-Emperor that those humans are talking about?"

"Urik, I'm glad we two can meet."

Watching the God-Emperor getting closer, Yurik stood up and acted like a wild beast ready to attack at any time when facing a strong enemy. Yurik wanted to see Zhang Heng's face clearly but couldn't. He only felt that the golden sun in front of him was particularly dazzling.

The hair on his body stood up. This so-called God-Emperor was countless times more powerful than he had imagined.

"Don't be nervous, Yurik. I am not your enemy. We have a common enemy, and that is chaos." Zhang Heng showed goodwill towards Yurik.

"How can I trust you? A god from another world?"

"I know that the Holy Flame you had in Middenheim was not the real one, and the real Holy Flame was hidden in a secret place by you."

Upon hearing Zhang Heng's words, Yurik immediately became nervous. This could almost be said to be his biggest secret in the mortal world.

"Urik, I also know that there is a creation of the Ancient Saints under Middenheim. If that thing is activated, it will be enough to destroy the entire world!"

"What?! How did you know?! Are you from the same place as those guys?!!" As one of the original gods in this world, Yurik also knew the existence of the Ancient Saints, and he also clearly knew the ruins left by the Ancient Saint under Middenheim, but he did not know their specific function.

"I don't know if the ancient saints here are the ancient saints I know, but I know that Chaos is not only in this world, they also exist in other worlds. Yurik, the Chaos Evil God is countless times more powerful than you think. This world cannot be defended by you alone."

Zhang Heng said bluntly.

"Can't defend it? How can you do that? I can feel your strength, but can you save the whole world?"

"Why? Because I have countless powerful warriors like this, and because I killed the giant horned rat easily!"

Just then, Ragnar also climbed up.

At this time, Ragnar was covered with frost, but he still maintained his fighting power.

A wolf howl attracted the attention of the two gods and they all focused their attention on him.

After seeing Ragnar's horrific performance in passing his layers of tests, Yurik seemed to agree with Zhang Heng's words. After all, no mortal could have done it.

"Perhaps you are right, the God from another world."

(End of this chapter)