Warhammer in a box

Chapter 337: Absorbing the Wind of Death
The Wind of Death is still resurrecting the dead, but without Nagash's control, a large number of the dead begin to wander aimlessly throughout the land of Sylvania.

The warriors of Order began to form a circular defense line around them.

Butcher King Agrim walked towards Ludwig.

Thorgrim had contacted his compatriot before, but Agrim refused at first. He did not want to risk the few lives of his people to help the high elves and humans in a war that had nothing to do with them. It was not until he saw signs of Nagash's resurrection that he took action.

"Are you Ludwig?"

"Yes, hello, Butcher King. Thorgrin has mentioned you to me many times."

"Hmph, this guy Thorgrin. But at least he is right, humans, you are much stronger than before and have accepted the protection of an unknown god."

"The great God-Emperor protects all of humanity. He is not unknown. We have witnessed his existence with our own eyes. The God-Emperor has always been by our side!"

"It doesn't matter. Your gods have nothing to do with me anyway. But have you ever thought about what to do with this land? These dead will become a big trouble sooner or later if we don't take care of them."

"We will find a way. Before that, I need to consult the Emperor and the Son of God."

As he said this, Ludwig bowed his head in salute to Wokan who was walking towards him.

"Son of God? You said he is the son of God?!"

Agrim was very surprised. He had just seen how powerful Vokhan was. He didn't expect that this strong man had such an identity.

"Hello, dwarf."

Vokhan's expression was very friendly, which made Agrim a little uncomfortable. Wasn't this Son of God too close?

"As a descendant of God, have you figured out a solution?"

"My father has already made his own decision. If you are willing, you can wait here patiently."

Agrim crossed his hands in front of his chest, waiting to see what these guys were going to do.

While everyone was talking, Eltharion and Belannaar also arrived here with their seriously injured bodies.

As high-ranking members of the High Elves, they of course knew that the wind that merged into the land was the Wind of Death, one of the Eight Magical Winds. As the race that controlled the Great Whirlpool, the two of them could be said to be more anxious than anyone else.

"Humans! You must help us contact Ulthuan! This is the Wind of Death! If it is allowed to leave the Maelstrom for too long, the consequences will be disastrous! The Maelstrom will collapse!!"

B'Elannaar said eagerly.

But Ludwig turned around and questioned: "Elf, you didn't tell us anything when you came! I guess your so-called revenge is not that simple? How are you going to compensate us for the sacrifice of our soldiers and the losses!"

Zhang Heng knew very well that the whirlpool was still far from collapse without Feng. Now with Shi Lan's help, it had not reached that point yet.

Faced with Ludwig's questioning, Belanna was speechless. The fighting power displayed by Vokhan, the great demon and the cursed soldiers completely shattered their original arrogance.

They wanted to rescue Frisara but ended up killing her, and Nagash was resurrected. Now almost all the troops they brought with them were wiped out, and the loss of two thousand high-elf soldiers was heavy.

"High Elf! If you don't have a reasonable explanation, then just stay aside and put away your arrogant faces!"

Faced with a group of people who were eyeing them covetously, even if Eltharion and Belannaar were very angry, it did not mean that they would actively seek death.

After arranging all the people from other forces, Zhang Heng also began to descend to this land in the form of a soul.

When Zhang Heng, shining with golden light, stood on this land, the cursed soldiers and living saints knelt on the ground devoutly, and only Volkan remained standing. The dwarves themselves had no magical talent and were not believers, so they could not see Zhang Heng's existence, but Eltharion and Belannaar could.

This was the first time they had seen with their own eyes the so-called God-Emperor in the eyes of humans. They were stunned for a moment. It was very rare for the ancient gods to appear before the world without reservation.

Zhang Heng gladly accepted the worship of the crowd. At the same time, he looked down at the land. He was looking for the death wind that seeped into the ground.

Soon he reaped the rewards: deep underground, a huge purple crystal was emitting enormous magical power. This was the embodiment of the wind of death in the mortal world.

"I found you!! Vulkan! Dig it out for me!"

"Yes, father."

Thanks to Grandpa Na, the wind of death at this time is no longer invisible, but has its own form.

Then Wokan used his extraordinary strength and the Dawnbringer in his hand to hit the surface frantically. A huge hole visible to the naked eye began to appear, and soon the purple crystal was dug out.

Zhang Heng flew directly above the purple crystal. When he stood on the Wind of Death, he discovered that the Wind of Death actually took the initiative to establish contact with him.

In addition to being actively bound to one person, the wind of magic also has its own consciousness. It will actively seek out a master that suits it and choose its own master in the mortal world.

And Zhang Heng actually felt the affinity of the wind of death.

"Hmm? Is the Wind of Death going to choose me?"

Perhaps it was because Wind of Death sensed the God-Emperor of 40K, who had an unknown connection with Zhang Heng, the one who had caused countless killings, controlled the life and death of billions of people, and almost completely unified the galaxy in order to protect mankind, that made Wind of Death take the initiative to begin to submit to him.

The purple crystal began to dissolve and tried to drill into Zhang Heng's body, but when the Wind of Death wanted to merge with Zhang Heng, it was repelled outside.

The golden light around Zhang Heng seemed to be resisting this force from entering his body.

"Shocked? Could it be that the power of the Divine Emperor is even disgusted by the wind of death?"

Seeing that it was unable to enter Zhang Heng's body, the Wind of Death actually showed signs of escaping again.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng was quick-witted and grabbed the amethyst before it completely melted and escaped from here, and threw it into his own kingdom of God.

As the wind of death left the land of Sylvania, the undead wandering on the plains began to dissipate on a large scale, and the corruption of vampires was gradually leaving the land.

In Tzeentch's Chaos Realm, Tzeentch screamed again. Carlos failed! He was once again defeated by the God Emperor. The Wind of Death disappeared! It seemed to have completely left this world and lost its connection with him. As an evil god who also possessed magical power, the disappearance of the entire Wind of Magic also deprived him of his power.

Zhang Heng was unaware of the changes that had taken place in Jianqi. He had returned to the Kingdom of God and was studying the Wind of Death. The Wind of Death was now running rampant in the Kingdom of God, trying to escape, but the closed Kingdom of God did not give it any chance to escape.

Looking at the Wind of Death, Zhang Heng didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. Zhang Heng sat back on the golden throne, and the moment he sat down, the long-lost soul connection appeared again.

It’s the voice of the 40K Emperor again!
"Emperor?!"

"It's me. I didn't expect you to gain a special power on your own so quickly. Let me see if it can help you again."

The emperor directly possessed Zhang Heng's body, and the wind of death that was originally running everywhere was controlled by the emperor in his own hands with a wave of his hand.

"Does this world have the power of life and death? The resurrection of the dead is very useful. Ferrus, my child, perhaps you can use this power to live again in a special way in this world."

(End of this chapter)