Warhammer in a box

Chapter 259 Catachan Warrior

Zhang Heng also witnessed the battle in the forest. He knew that even the Lizardmen were not the most numerous race on this continent.

There are even more numerous beasts of all sizes in the forest. Although the Lizardmen have tamed some of them as their war machines, the majority of wild species are obstacles to the advancement of his believers.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Heng had obviously made preparations in advance.

It has been a long time since Zhang Heng used faith extensively to summon those specific chess pieces.

The accumulation of millions of believers in more than two months has accumulated an amount of faith that was once unimaginable.

Zhang Heng believed that if he used these beliefs, he would be able to summon half a company of ordinary Space Marines.

But compared to these ordinary Space Marines, Zhang Heng wanted to summon a being that was powerful enough to help him solve all the problems in Lustria.

When it comes to terrain like dense forests, we definitely cannot avoid the 40k Empire's legendary death world Catachan.

This world where all animals and plants are deadly hunters makes Chaos retreat and the Tyranids avoid it, but there is a group of humans living in this terrifying world.

This group of elite warriors who have been tempered by this world and successfully survived it are the Catachan Jungle Warriors.

Every Catachan soldier is a top soldier, a survival expert, and a jungle warfare expert.

And there is an extremely terrifying existence among this group of people, yes, it is the man named Sleimabo!
Zhang Heng looked at a corner of the room, where there were some Catachan Jungle Warrior chess pieces that he had made himself.

The plain-looking man in the front, with a red turban and a look that seemed to be able to scare off the Tyranids, was Slymabo.

If you just look at him, he is just an ordinary soldier, but his strength is extraordinary.

To be honest, Zhang Heng had always been skeptical about whether he could put Sleimabo into the box.

After all, the existence of this kind of thing is a bit of GW's deliberate meme, and it also contains a hint of satire on personal heroism.

So the whole character setting is a bit too buggy.

Zhang Heng recalled the jokes on the Internet.

Slymabo was stung by a Catachan demon and finally died after struggling in agony for three days and three nights.

Slymabor can defeat a Khorne Bloodthirster in ten seconds, nine of which are spent waiting for the Bloodthirster to gather the courage to charge him.

The first name engraved on the armour of every Custodian of the Emperor is Slymabo.

Slemab slept with Slaanesh twice, and Slaanesh could no longer get satisfaction from others.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you. Slimab stared into the abyss, and the abyss looked away.

And these jokes are only a tiny part of what is circulating.

Most of them can only be regarded as jokes, but in terms of settings, I have never seen him fail.

Zhang Heng couldn't wait to pick up the chess pieces. He first tried it out with an ordinary Catachan warrior.

Feeling the amount of faith being stripped from his body, he discovered that the amount of faith required of these Catachan jungle warriors was only twice as much as that of ordinary elite Astra Militarum soldiers, and much smaller than that of Space Marines.

Now Zhang Heng felt relieved. He plucked up the courage to pick up the chess piece representing Sleimabo and put it into the box.

"Fuck! Isn't this a bit too outrageous?"

The amount and force of this extraction were several times more exaggerated than what he had put on Ragnar's Black Beard.

He thought that the amount of faith he had accumulated for such a long time should be enough, but this incident made Zhang Heng lose confidence all of a sudden.

When the accumulated faith amount was only one tenth left, it finally stopped, which made Zhang Heng breathe a sigh of relief.

"Finally it stopped... I almost thought that this was not enough... But why do I feel like there is something wrong with this chess piece?" Zhang Heng looked at Sleimabo, who had separated from the chess piece and had a physical body. At this time, Sleimabo was standing there with his eyes closed, not moving at all.

Zhang Heng could feel that at this moment, Sleimabo only had a body but no soul.

"Could it be that when the strength reaches a certain level or the faith of certain characters can no longer meet the conditions, divine power can play the most critical role?"

This was the only explanation Zhang Heng could think of regarding the soul, and this was also the only solution he had now.

He has invested so much faith, and although he feels sorry for wasting the divine power, if he doesn't use it, all his efforts will be wasted.

Zhang Heng once again mobilized his divine power and sent it into Sleimabo's body.

When the last drop of divine power entered his body, Zhang Heng saw Sleimabo's eyelids twitch.

"There's a show!"

Zhang Heng almost thought that his divine power was not enough. Although he successfully awakened Sleimabo, Zhang Heng could feel that he had not reached his complete form at this time. The divine power could still be continuously injected, but it was just because his divine power was exhausted.

Slymabo then slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Sleimabo's eyes, even Zhang Heng felt frightened.

"This momentum... it really feels like being at the top of the food chain..."

At this moment, Slymabo made Zhang Heng feel like the Emperor Engine emanating from the S-class hero King in the One Punch Man anime.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

A strange aura was surrounding him all the time.

"Sly Mabo (Growable)"

In addition to these, Zhang Heng, who is now the emperor and has given Sleimabo a soul, has also completely understood what kind of existence Sleimabo is, or in other words, he knows why he is so strong.

“I was wondering how a human’s upper limit could be so high. If the Slymabo I resurrected is the same as the one in 40k, then this Slymabo is not an ordinary human at all.

He had long been noticed by the Emperor and transformed into a living saint.

It's just that this living saint... is a little special... He has a strong personal will, and has abandoned the cloak of religion, torn off the wings behind him, and fights for the emperor and for humanity in the way he wants. Perhaps this is why Slymabo is so outrageously strong?"

Zhang Heng had some ideas in mind, but the most important thing was to see the combat effectiveness of this incomplete Sleimabo.

In addition to Sleimabo, Zhang Heng made some more chess pieces, gathering a total of one hundred Catachan jungle warriors and putting them into the box.

After Sleimabo and the Catachans received the basic information, they headed towards the camp.

No one in the camp, including Bourne, was aware of their arrival.

It was late at night.

The camp was lit with torches. Night was when the wild animals in the forest were most active, so there were more soldiers guarding the camp at night.

In the darkness of the night, which the soldiers could not see, a group of Catachans dressed in Rambo costumes and with camouflage painted on their faces were approaching quietly.

The beasts that were so well camouflaged that they tried to ambush them were nowhere to be found in their sight.

The beasts of Lustria feel a bit like home to the Catachans. There are no man-eating vines that can cover the entire camp in an hour, and no explosive babies that can cause nuclear explosions.

Everything seemed relaxed and comfortable.

(End of this chapter)