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Chapter 152 Excalibur! (2/5) Please subscribe!

Like a walking black hole, Lancelot stirred up the enemy forces.

However, Lancelot has not yet truly awakened his warp nature. When too much warp power converges on his body, Lancelot feels an indescribable swelling throughout his body.

This is the feeling of power accumulating in the body, too much, but with nowhere to be released. Perhaps that Emperor guy has a deep understanding of this feeling.

After all, even with his robust body, Lancelot felt extremely uncomfortable, but the Emperor's body had withered into a skeleton, yet he still sat on the golden throne, receiving the power of people's faith. No wonder he suffered from a split personality!

Lancelot thought this to himself, but at that moment, the weasel's voice reminded him again. The shield in his hand shimmered slightly, and the embossed pages on it seemed to be turning, providing Lancelot with a way to deal with the warp energy accumulating in his body.

That method requires the use of a certain item.

Lancelot suddenly looked into the distance.

At this moment, Guilliman paused slightly. He felt the Emperor's Sword stirring slightly, and a pulling sensation quickly led Guilliman to discover that Lancelot was flying rapidly toward him!

Behind him, three great demons roared and converged on Lancelot and Guilliman, while the remaining few bloodthirsty great demons also launched an attack at the same time!

But the Primarch understood what Lancelot wanted to do at that moment, so he threw the Emperor's Sword without hesitation, then wielded the Hand of Domination, activated the Power Gauntlets, and faced the charging Greater Demon with his bare hands!

At that moment, Lancelot grabbed the Emperor's Flaming Sword. In just an instant, Lancelot felt that drop of Emperor's Blood, which had long been integrated into his body, seemed to become active again!

The surging warp energy that had been accumulating within his body found an outlet, and it surged unhesitatingly into the Emperor's Sword in Lancelot's hand!

The entire longsword burst into flames!

Boom!

Lancelot landed on the walls of the Lion's Gate, where his allies took his place and held off the great demons.

"call----"

Lancelot exhaled a stream of scorching steam. At this moment, Lancelot quietly gripped the Emperor's Sword in his hand. This sword was a derivative of the Emperor's will. In the original story, he even injured Nurgle's true form with a single strike. He wondered if he would still have the chance to do the same under his current influence.

Lancelot's thoughts raced like lightning, but he never stopped charging the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

The mist in the distant Shadow Forest had completely dissipated, transforming into subspace energy that flowed down Lancelot's arm and into the Emperor's Sword.

At that moment, Lancelot looked at the war-torn Terra before him.

The Titan legion, with its countless exposed corpses and blood-soaked bones, exchanged fire with the loyal Titans in the distance. The roars and screams of countless demons reached Lancelot's ears at that moment. So this sword is not something that just anyone can wield. To hold this sword is to hold the authority of the Lord of Mankind.

Many people believe that only a very few people in the galaxy can use it, but Lancelot, holding the sword, only sighed softly.

"I never knew I was an idealist."

Lancelot sighed, but he didn't move. Instead, he looked behind him and saw countless mortal soldiers producing standard Astral Army equipment staring at him from inside the fortress.

The fundamental reason for the survival of these dark ages for ten millennia was sacrifice, and among these sacrifices, the mortal army and the mechanical friars constituted the absolute main force.

It was the mortal troops that supported the empire's long battle line. To say that their quality was low is relative, but the mortal troops were powerful and their will was unwavering.

In the brutal Warhammer universe, the Imperium of Man faces the most formidable enemies in the galaxy. Losing the entire Imperial Guard or the Astartes might cause the Imperium to steadily decline from its position as the galactic overlord, but losing its mortal forces would lead to the Imperium's instantaneous destruction.

Therefore, we proclaim: "Fight for humanity, for our future! Glorious warriors! The price of survival in the galaxy is so high, but the Emperor's light will ultimately pierce the void!"

Lancelot delivered a powerful speech, seemingly noting that his oratory skills had improved dramatically since he became an Astartes!

Now, upon hearing Lancelot's words, the commissars among the mortal soldiers, who came from the Loyal Succession Academy, erupted in an unparalleled battle cry!

"Action! Glorious soldiers! Defend our Lord against the invading demons! Our names will be etched on the monument of glory! Our deeds will be remembered alongside those of the God-Emperor's descendants!"

The soldiers quickened their pace at that moment! Beside the God-Emperor's angels, they vented their fury at the distant demons, blocking any demons that tried to interrupt Lancelot's actions!

Thus, the battle continued. After some time, Lancelot's black armor stood up and trembled, releasing a pale red mist to lower his body temperature.

"call!"

This breath was like a heavy artillery barrel bathed in coolant! All the demons seemed to freeze for a moment as they moved forward, their eyes fixed on the distance, as if a deafening roar was brewing there.

At that moment, Lancelot gripped the Emperor's Sword with both hands, took a deep breath, and his two hearts pounded at just the right time.

Normally, when Lancelot acted, he would be surrounded by a thick fog, but now it was different. When Lancelot held the Emperor's Sword in both hands, a gentle golden light emanated from Lancelot, replacing everything else. Then, the wings behind Lancelot suddenly flapped, as if a golden star could be seen rising from the ground across the entire Terra!

"The power of the cursed!"

"Impossible! He shouldn't still have that kind of power!"

"Lancelot—humanity shouldn't have such powerful allies—"

In the shadows, countless masterminds whispered amongst themselves, but for Lancelot, as he ascended, he gradually approached the dense black clouds that shrouded the sky above Terra.

These dark clouds were created by the twisting and turning of warp forces. Something enormous seemed to be churning within them, and elements of the real universe—thunder, rain, and wind—mingled together, crashing wildly towards Lancelot. At the same time, a torrent of demonic roars and growls from the warp washed over his body.

"Damn it—"

Lancelot thought to himself.

He hated facing those disgusting creations in the Warp. After all, for Lancelot, a person with a normal mind, those things in the Warp were no different from latrines. Looking at them was like walking into an unattended dry toilet when you urgently needed to pee, and then opening the door to find a disgusting strawberry tart, which was extremely uncomfortable!

"Damn it, I don't want to see these damned guys. I'll kill them all!" Lancelot's eyes began to burst with golden light, as dazzling as the sun.

Then Lancelot raised his hands, and the Emperor's Sword was raised high in the same motion!

At that moment, a small squad of the Royal Guard was still protecting the palace. Even under the siege of Terra, they had not forgotten their mission. At that time, they noticed a scene that shocked them.

The shriveled corpse on the golden throne began to throb with a heartbeat that gradually grew stronger until it roared like thunder, as if everything had come back to life from the dead.

The revived heartbeats consisted of 13 beats, which traveled far and wide before transforming into the sound of a great bell.

When the Star Torch went out, the Emperor withdrew his protection of Terra. The servants of the Four Gods rushed onto the stage in this situation, tearing open the veil between the real universe and the warp. In essence, this also helped the Emperor to better project his power onto the Galactic Sword.

Suddenly, Lancelot's bright red blood began to flow from his hands.

The blood then merged into the Emperor's Sword. Now, the Emperor's will and blood were hidden within Lancelot's body. This longsword, which had been awakened after ten thousand years, finally had its sharpness, which had been nurtured for ten thousand years, awakened at this moment!

The power within his body was surging wildly, and the sharpness of the Emperor's Sword in Lancelot's hand began to extend upwards, continuously extending until it finally transformed into a super beam of light held in Lancelot's hand.

Golden rays of light surged forth and gathered in Lancelot's hand.

Lancelot was naturally able to sense all of this.

So what needs to be done next is quite simple!

Before unleashing your ultimate move, how can you not shout out its name?!

"Ecalibur!"

Lancelot raised the Emperor's Sword high and roared out the name of the move he remembered!

And so the gale and the raging rain made way for Lancelot! Before him, the curtain of the storm was parted by an unseen force! The dark clouds in the sky were cleaved open to create a path! The sun's rays pierced through the haze from space and shone on the divine path, gilding Lancelot's figure with a holy golden light!