Warhammer in a box

Chapter 353 Emperor's Sword
As the Emperor's divine power forged the Sword of the Emperor, its appearance became clearer and clearer, and the Sword of Cain in Zhang Heng's hand in the temple also began to change.

The blood-colored mist that kept rising from its body began to disappear, and the Sword of Kane began to emit golden light from the inside out, and gradually the golden light completely enveloped the Sword of Kane.

"I told you that nothing could go wrong with my father!"

Vulkan and Ferrus watched all this with excitement.

The Sword of the Emperor was changing every minute and every second, and the Sword of Cain changed, and slowly it also became the appearance of the Sword of the Emperor in the real world.

Kane's struggle became weaker and weaker, and almost all his strength was compressed into the sword.

He was panicked and scared. He felt that if he continued like this, he would completely disappear from this world.

He used his divine power to contact Tyrion who was already on his way here. He ordered his incarnation in the mortal world to get here as quickly as possible and stop what was happening here, no matter what the cost.

Tyrion's eyes suddenly turned red. He abandoned his army and rode his horse straight to this place.

The Emperor also obviously noticed Kane's little action.

"Volkan, go to the east to stop the incarnation of the alien god in the mortal world for me, and Ferrus go to the west. There is also an elf trying to seize this power over there. I will need some time."

The emperor spoke to his two children on behalf of Zhang Heng.

"Yes, father. Let's go, brothers, and complete the task that father has given us."

Vulkan and Ferrus also went to find their enemies.

Kane was struggling with all his strength at this moment, but it was all in vain. As long as the emperor was given a little more time, Kane's power would be completely used by Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng was also very excited as he felt the Emperor's Sword taking shape. After all, he didn't have a weapon that truly belonged to him. When he faced the second brother Gao Mao, the Emperor's Sword that materialized in a short time was actually with the help of the power of the 40k Emperor, and it didn't really belong to him.

Moreover, after leaving the Kingdom of God, Zhang Heng once tried to summon the Sword of the Emperor, but there was no response. In the end, Zhang Heng could only use this artifact in the Kingdom of God.

And now, watching the Sword of Cain slowly transforming into the Sword of the Emperor, Zhang Heng could feel that he was slowly establishing a connection with it. The Emperor was creating a divine weapon for him, a Sword of the Emperor that belonged to him alone.

"Emperor, is there any special use for this Emperor Sword you made for me?"

Zhang Heng asked tentatively.

"This sword will seal Cain, and his power will be completely concentrated into this long sword to strengthen the power of the Emperor's Sword. You will have a part of Cain's authority, and this sword will also have another function. One of the great benefits of replacing it is that you will temporarily take the place of these elven death gods. You will be an elven death god walking in the mortal world, and you can also take the souls of those dead elves into your own bag to prevent them from being devoured by Slaanesh.

This can further weaken the power of Slaanesh! Of course, he is still a weapon in the end, and the function of a weapon is to fight and kill the enemy.

I know that your fighting ability in the mortal world is only a superficial use of the power of faith, and you rely on this power to crush your opponents, but this is simply a waste!
Once the power of faith is exhausted, you can only watch helplessly, and this sword will also give you the ability to fight directly in this world."

The Emperor explained.

"Go straight into battle? So fierce?"

The more Zhang Heng looked at the Emperor's Sword in his hand, the more he liked it. Although he didn't know his true strength, he believed that being unrivaled among the miscellaneous soldiers would be enough to make Zhang Heng happy.

Who wouldn't like to be unrivaled in the sea of ​​soldiers? If the enemy is embarrassed, I will take off his clothes! Mowing the grass has its own pleasure.

The Sword of the Emperor is gradually taking shape, and Vulkan and Ferrus also welcome the people they want to stop.

Ferrus looked at a huge army of dark elves heading towards the Temple of Khaine in the distance. He had already estimated the combat effectiveness of these native elves. If the opponent was an entire army of dark elves, he might not be so leisurely.

Unfortunately, the opponents were just dark elves who were still using cold weapons. The only threat to him might be the magic of the dark elves.

The enemy's coordinates were calculated instantly in Ferrus's mind, and the countless powerful weapons behind him began to charge and load.

As Ferrus activated, a huge wave of energy emanated from him.

The huge explosion could be heard clearly even in the Temple of Cain.

The ground under Ferus's feet also had large cracks due to the huge back seat, and another patch of forest also looked like it had been ravaged by a hurricane.

After a brief moment of calm, there was a flash of light in the distance, and then a small mushroom cloud appeared among the dark elves' army.

The huge explosion range and shock wave killed at least 50% of the enemies. This was the killing effect achieved because their army formation was not dense enough. Even if they were not killed by the explosion, their internal organs were injured by the shock wave.

The weapon behind Ferrus has had its energy supply changed by him, now powered by the wind of death in his body. Although its power is smaller than before, it is more durable.

Seeing that his attack had successfully hit the target, Ferrus went up to finish off the remaining enemies.

But before he took two steps, a large number of translucent blades suddenly appeared in front of him.

The blade made of magic swept towards Ferrus. Faced with the sudden attack, the giant hammer in his hand, with the magic of the wind of death, directly shattered the magic.

Ferrus, who resolved the attack, also saw the source of the attack, which was Malekith.

At this time, the black dragon Seraphim that Malekith was sitting on had lost his voice, and his body was covered with wounds. It even gave off a slight smell of barbecue due to the high temperature burning.

Obviously, the black dragon died because it blocked the power of the explosion for Malekith.

Although Malekith was not killed instantly, his condition was definitely not good.

The mask that was originally used to cover his ugly face that was burned by the holy fire of Asuryan was also destroyed, revealing his hideous face completely.

"What kind of monster are you!"

The injuries caused by the explosion made him look even more hideous.

A large amount of dark magic power emerged from his body!

Malekith was furious that he had suddenly lost most of his troops. No matter how hard he tried, this expedition that had exhausted all the strength of the Dark Elves could almost be said to have failed.

Even if he killed Ferrus in front of him, he would not be able to conquer the entire Ulthuan with the remaining troops!
The surviving dark elves gathered near Malekith, and just as they launched an attack to try to defeat Ferrus, Ferrus raised his hand.

"How is this possible? This is the magic of the Wind of Death! How could the Wind of Death be on you?!"

Malekith was horrified, and as Ferrus raised his hand, the dark elves whose bodies were still intact and not broken into pieces also crawled up from the ground.

Ferrus then used the power of the Wind of Death to resurrect all the dead dark elves!
"This power...is surprisingly useful...Undead, kill them for me!"

The dead pounced on the living, and the dark elves, who were already the remnants of an army, soon could not hold on any longer.

(End of this chapter)