Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

It’s just that this time the loyalty is in the wrong direction!

Philomir walked forward step by step.

"traitor!"

Another warrior of the Son of Darkness rushed up bravely. The demons in the park roared madly, but they still reserved some strength for themselves. After all, the strength they dissipated here would not return to their own subspace.

"traitor?"

"Who do you call a traitor?"

Philomir held the warhammer in his hand, and a faint golden light flashed out.

Aize looked at Philomir. He didn’t understand why Philomir was so strong. Is there a gap between Astartes monks?

Facing the traitor Philomir, Aize bravely raised the bolter in his hand.

"Hi, little darling."

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Aize suddenly turned around and saw that Xia Luna, the demon he had been pursuing, appeared behind him at some point.

"For the Emperor!"

Aize quickly raised the bolter, but Xia Luna was even faster. She slapped Aize's little hand away.

"Come on, take off your pants and let me see what secrets are in your head!"

Aize was horrified to find that he couldn't move! Absolutely unable to move. He didn't understand why a great demon would appear in the physical universe without any warning. This didn't make sense.

He could only watch as Xia Luna reached for his crotch.

At this moment, the Temple of the Gods and the Yellow-skinned God suddenly emitted light.

The intense light formed a four-meter-high prototype passageway beneath the statue of the rotting corpse of the yellow-skinned god.

Philomir knew support was coming!

Just when Philomir was curious about who would come to support him.

Those familiar figures immediately silenced Philomir.

God of the Yellow Skin! You don't want the empire anymore?

292

Chapter 292 The invasion begins!

Roboute Guilliman.

The Lord of the Ultramarines, the Lord of Macragge, the protagonist of the secrets that the Eldar have to tell, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, the God of War of ICU!

Of course, this is Guilliman at 30K.

After all, Guilliman in 40k is still lying in the coffin, sleeping soundly.

Guilliman originally didn't want to come because he had a lot of government affairs that had not been dealt with yet. But after Guilliman heard the Emperor say that he could capture himself from another world and bring him back to help him build it, Guilliman immediately opened many back doors and came in.

But a Guilliman alone was not likely to shock Philomir.

Lion King——Ryan!

Mortarion, the god of rebirth and death.

Perturabo, the god of earth and wood.

The God of Prophecy - Koze.

Horus, the god of vengeance.

The racing kids - Khan and the big stupid Russ.

Oh, if Philomir is not mistaken, the thing holding the flag should be the Word Bearers recruit Lorgar, right?

Dear legion commanders, what are you all doing here? The Empire is no longer wanted! What will happen to the Empire if you all come?

Just when Philomir was confused and helpless.

Perturabo's face damned pulled out a huge piece of granite.

"Come on! Curze! Take a picture of me and Dawn!"

"I'm coming!"

Koz, wearing big shorts, walked over slowly with a camera.

On this side, Guilliman looked curiously at the Son of Darkness who was beaten into the wall by Philomir.

"Is this my offspring?"

Guilliman pulled the Darkborn out of the wall.

"So weak?"

Guilliman looked at his own offspring in this world. Apart from a few protective force fields on the ceramic steel, the rest were some loyalty runes, and they were painted green and white, which made Guilliman slightly dislike it.

Which kind person would paint these two colors?

"How... can, can... is it possible!"

When the remaining Sons of Darkness saw Guilliman, they were stunned and at a loss. They didn't understand why their Primarch appeared here after he disappeared.

And also with...

Horus?

If you dream, you must be dreaming!

The Sons of Darkness looked at the remaining Primarchs. They could feel the suppression coming from their bloodline, but what was more of it was disbelief!

Is that the Lion? Is that the traitor Perturabo?

What is that stone?

The captain of the Sons of Darkness trembled as he picked up the bolter in his hand. At this moment, he didn't know what he should do. The throbbing from the gene seed undoubtedly proved that the one in front of him was the Primarch.

But Perturabo, Mortarion, Lorgar, although the Dark Son may not know them all.

But Horus' words.

They are so familiar!

At this moment, the captain of the Sons of Darkness had a bad idea in his mind, that is, was it possible that Guilliman had rebelled with Horus back then?

How could such a blasphemous thought possibly come out of my mind!

No! This must be a traitor's trap! It must be!

"Hey, what's wrong with your paint job? It's so ugly?"

"..."

Guilliman frowned and came to the Dark Sons Captain, staring at the young people of 40K.

"rebel……"

Snapped!

The huge slap directly hit the Dark Son's captain, causing him to spin 365 degrees.

Dad... Dad hit someone?

"Change it back! Change it back for me quickly!!!"

Guilliman was shaking the poor 40K company commander madly.

The dark sons around wanted to step forward to stop him, but Guilliman gave them a look and they were instantly silent.

Auguston, Captain of the Word Bearers Ultramarines Chapter, slid over. He glanced at the Captain of the Sons of Darkness, who was already dizzy from being shaken by Guilliman, and was silent for a moment.

"Father, just let me do it."

Guilliman glanced at Auguston and then threw the poor 40K company commander in his hand directly to Auguston.

"My brothers! I am Fratus Auguston!"

Auguston said his name.

As soon as these words were spoken, they instantly aroused the anger of the Sons of Darkness.

Because Auguston died a long time ago!

That’s right, he died a long time ago!

In fact, Auguston had anticipated this situation. He didn't wait for the sons of darkness in front of him to attack. He used the chainsaw sword in his hand to directly cut off the bolter in the hands of four or five warriors, and then punched one of them on the helmet. The powerful impact directly knocked the unfortunate son of darkness in front of him unconscious.

The others weren't feeling well either.

Because they could not keep up with Fratus Auguston's movements at all, they were like a poor broken doll allowing Auguston to knead them.

"Tactics, skills, and bravery."

“There’s no order at all!”

Auguston judged the combat effectiveness of these 40K warriors.

"For the Emperor!"

One of the Sons of Darkness stood up and roared, but was slapped back by Auguston.

"Emperor?"

Auguston sneered.

"That should be the God-Emperor! Little ones!"

Auguston looked at the fragile guys on the ground and shook his head helplessly.

"My brothers, even the vampires in the park are stronger than you. How can you be worthy of the name of Son of Guilliman?"

He sighed and took out a yellow-skinned spirit from the package around his waist.

The green yellow-skinned spirit yawned, and when it saw Auguston's suit, it fell silent for a moment.

Auguston said nothing and directly stuffed the yellow-skinned spirit into the innermost part of one of the guys.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

“Eat it quickly!”

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

The Son of Darkness struggled frantically, and the Yellow-skinned Spirit also tried frantically to get out of the Son of Darkness's mouth.

But it was obvious that the two unlucky little things struggled in vain. Auguston looked at the yellow-skinned spirit that he had pressed into his mouth.

far away.

"It seems your heirs and your offspring are having a lot of fun."

Erebus looked at Guilliman jokingly.

"I don't have such a descendant. And Erebus, unless you offer me the latest demon technology in exchange, I will not give you the demon's true name!"

Guilliman patted the books at his waist.

The Ultramarines were the biggest winners in the last war, becoming the largest collector of demon real names in the empire. When Erebus learned about this, he was envious.

Just as Erebus was about to say something, he heard bursts of wailing.

"Let me go! Devil! Let me go!!!!"

Aize was in a mess, his clothes were disheveled, and he held the ground tightly with both hands, but a long tail dragged him back.

"Come and play!"

"Come and play! My dear! Didn't you want to find me?"

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Xia Luna's voice made Erebus' eyelids tremble.

"Ferulek, go and kill that bastard!"

Erebus spoke.