"Boss Slick... ain't dead, is he? The Tyranids' spit was too nasty. It melted the whole Gargant away," an Ork Boy muttered fearfully to himself.
"No way! Absolutely no way! Boss Slick is so Waaagh!, he can't die!" one of Boss Slick's diehard fans immediately shot back.
"That's right! Boss Slick took a direct hit from Ribz's explosive cannons and was fine! How could he die from Tyranid spit?" Some of the Boyz had gone on a Waaagh! with Cheng Mingrui against a Necron Dynasty. They refused to believe Boss Slick could die.
Cheng Mingrui was indeed unharmed. He had teleported away using the Krakka Teleporter and now stood on the keel of Boss Slick's Ship, which was rapidly turning into scrap. The entire ship was in tatters.
"Big bug! I'm right here!" Cheng Mingrui roared defiantly at the World Devourer before him. Sound could not travel through space, but the Greenskins within the Waaagh! field could hear him.
They saw Boss Slick standing like a lone hero on the battered keel, taunting the enormous Tyranid creature. Their blood surged, and their bodies filled with strength that demanded release.
"I told ya! Boss Slick is the toughest, the baddest, the most Waaagh! He can't die!" Cheng Mingrui's diehard Boyz roared at the Boyz who had just suspected he was dead.
"Boss Slick is the toughest, the baddest, the most Waaagh!" Actions spoke louder than words. The tall tales the old Greenskins used to tell were coming true before their eyes. The sight was so awe-inspiring that every Greenskin joined the roar.
Cheng Mingrui felt boundless Waaagh energy pouring into his body from the Waaagh! field. He felt incomparably brilliant and powerful, beyond his own limits, capable of anything.
A battleship-class Gargant rammed into the World Devourer. Its bow crumpled, leaving