Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"That's right. Chaos, the Tyranids, and even the Eldar, I think they are all more threatening than this race right now!"

Conrad spoke his mind.

Lorgar remained silent, his gaze fixed on the countless flowing energies, the moment a spark flashed across the Tau Empire's nerve fibers.

Luo Jia suddenly opened his eyes and smiled!

"I found you! I finally found you!"

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Chapter 327: The plunder begins!

Typhon.

This is a poor guy, with most of his soul erased. He has been a slave in the clerical court of the trial court for who knows how long!

As a follower of the Lord of the Garden, even though Mortarion believed in his best friend, he still kept a close watch on him before he became a god. But after becoming a god, he invited other brothers to come and help this poor guy.

The results were very successful.

At least it is successful in the eyes of the public.

But in the eyes of some people.

The angel looked at Typhon who was slowly walking out of the warp. He looked at this guy who was called the Soul Messenger. In the past period of time, Typhon had always been a feared existence by aliens and chaos. His appearance often meant that the God of Death and Rebirth was nearby.

The power armor he was wearing had all sorts of stuff on it.

On the shoulder armor is a combination of the War Hound and Death Guard icons, which represents the friendship between the two legions. The chest is normal green, with a sickle-shaped demon force field. The two legs are the yellow of the Imperial Fist, and one of his eyes is a mechanical eye made by the God of Earth himself.

"Praise... to you, great angel."

After Typhon came out, he bowed respectfully to the angel.

This should be a normal person.

Angel was the first thing that came to mind.

The mechanical claws behind Typhon dug out a demonic force field. After the demon's wailing, the angel watched him being rolled into the shape of a cigarette.

"Hail! Gods! May Horus, the god of vengeance, grant me the flame of revenge!"

Typhon lit the daemon's rolled cigarette with the fire of vengeance granted to him by Horus.

"..."

The angel was silent. No, he now felt that this guy's brain might be even more abnormal!

"let me see."

Typhon certainly knew what he was here for. He walked over and stepped on Fabian. As a soul master, he could see at first glance that the warrior was in great pain.

Endless torture, this is a curse, this is the echo of psychic energy.

Typhon took a puff of his cigarette.

"Inhale! Exhale!"

"Lord Angel."

Typhon spoke.

"Do you believe me?"

Typhon asked, his eyes immediately turning to the angel before the angel could react.

Typhon directly thrust the devil cigarette at Fabian.

"There is only one way to save him now!"

"That is to enter his soul and reconnect it to your body. Of course, this requires your help."

"No matter what, I will heal them. At least they won't lose too much sanity during the Black Rage."

"speak English."

"I need samples. How can I treat this one? It's too little! Too little! Dornstone can cure all diseases! I need Fabius's help! That woman's skills are amazing! Really, Saint, let me tell you! You have never imagined that the demon vanilla made by the Emperor's Children is simply amazing! Although it doesn't have much smell, you can hear the demons wailing, which is really..."

Typhon soon realized that he had said too much, and he looked at the angel angrily.

"can."

The angel didn't care about Typhon's disrespect.

In some legions, such as the Emperor's Children, the Emperor's Children, or the Emperor's Children, the angels would rather discuss legion matters with Tarvitz than talk business with the Dark Phoenix!

"OK! Also, Lord Mortarion asked me to tell you that Erebus has been appointed by the Emperor as Grand Admiral of the Empire and will handle all affairs of this universe."

Typhon thought of something.

[The Emperor told me to tell you this: If you find a glittering golden egg, you must protect it and then hand it over directly to the Emperor. If Erebus finds it, you can steal it secretly. When the time comes, recite his name and he will come personally!]

Faced with Typhon's psychic communication, the angel's face darkened. What were Erebus and the Emperor up to again?

Forget it, let them handle their own affairs.

"I know. I will bring you other offspring."

The angel said and turned and left.

When the angel left, Typhon took a deep breath.

"This is terrible! This is terrible! What should I do?"

Typhon paced anxiously around Fabian, unable to use the Dorne Stone nor shoot him.

Then try to save it!

Typhon tilted his head. It shouldn't be a big problem if it's healed. The question is whether the angel will be angry.

……

"I am Rogal Dorn! I am the Emperor's Son!"

Radoron looked at this group of Krieg! If Krieg never gave up, then this group of Krieg, now blessed with the Dorne Stone, were absolutely qualified warriors.

rush ahead!

fighting!

The huge Dorne Stone stood in the center of the battlefield. The Emperor's loyal warriors were fighting madly with the greenskins. Fight! Fight! A mad fight!

Radon took the lead and kept charging forward, with countless Kriegs behind him!

The greenskin in the front was chopped to the ground by Radoron. When several rounds of greenskin ammunition hit Radoron's demon force field, Radoron smiled grimly and knocked the greenskin in the front to death. The jet pack behind him emitted a red light, and the bloodletter howled madly.

Green blood dripped onto Radoron's body, and the little angels around him landed and released golden light, clearing away all the blood on Radoron's body.

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Yellow-skinned God!"

Radolon roared!

He used his chainsaw sword to tear apart every greenskin that stood in front of him, every little crying fart spirit, even the big master!

With the blessing of the power of Perturabo, the god of earth and wood, endless lightning cleared all the space in front of Radolon!

"Hail! Saint Jerome! Hail! The Archangel of the Empire!"

Radolon raised the flag high.

Endless soft white light illuminates the entire world!

This!

It is the power of angels!

On the ground, the greenskins' blood was directly rippled out by the soft light. Those greenskins who had not yet reacted were instantly burned by the white light.

Unlike Horus's power of revenge, the archangel's power is more like purification, and the angel's power has been dispersed.

Looking at the panicked greenskins, Radon raised his chainsword high.

"For the Yellow-skinned Goddess!"

Along with Radoron's roar, a soft golden light quickly descended from the sky.

Accompanied by the opening of a golden door.

"Ugh?"

Radon was stunned for a moment when he saw the passage door suddenly open.

No, he asked the Yellow-skinned Goddess for blessing! Not to open the door!

Before Radolon could react.

Several figures knocked him away!

The leader was none other than Angertai!

"Retrieve the Holy Egg! For space..."

Jarulek kicked Angerte to the ground.

If you keep talking, Erebus will kill you!

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Chapter 1: Spring Festival Special, The Horus Heresy!

These are dark times.

This is a desperate era. Across the galaxy, the behemoth of the Empire weighs down on everyone.

From the Warp to the edge of the galaxy, they are everywhere.

Whether it is the Emperor or the CS God Erebus, their notoriety has already made the aliens and Chaos fearful.

Especially what happened that year.

40K Universe Invasion.

It has already let the Empire know that theirs is not the only universe, but it has also let the Emperor know that the future of this universe is unpredictable and full of various changes.

……

Hell Star.

This is a red planet, where the abandoned traitors from another timeline are imprisoned.

The entire planet is filled with magma, hot and there is only one spaceport in the entire continent.

This is also where the Word Bearers reside.

And there is bound to be an accident here today.

The Vengeful Spirit.

The flagship of Warmaster Horus is docked here at this moment.

Horus was wearing power armor and a wolf coat given by Rus. Beside him, Sejanus was standing with a serious expression on his face.

As a son of the Emperor, this would be the first time Horus would speak to his alternate universe self.

To avoid any problems in this conversation.

To Horus's left stood Kor Phaeron, President of the Inquisition.

As the sky elevator descended rapidly, the temperature began to rise.

"Kor Phaeron, are you sure Erebus sent me here?"

Horus was a little bit unconvinced. He stared into Kor Phaeron's eyes, as if trying to find some problem in them. But Kor Phaeron showed no fear. He looked at Horus firmly.

"What else? Do you think I would come to this place? Do you think I'm crazy? Besides the Dark Phoenix! Who else would come?"

"Oh! And Perturabo! That Chaos always brings his sister with him!"

Horus was silent. He didn't understand why he could talk to his self in another universe?

Ask him how he became a puff? Or who should he be on guard against?