Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"Why not hang this xenos from the prow of your ship, Lord Mortarion, as a testament to your authority?"

"Devil! More devilish than a devil! Worse than CS... even CS is just a compliment to Erebus," the blue terror's hands trembled. No matter what, before Erebus died, he had no intention of entering this so-called real universe, because it was too terrifying!

85

Chapter 85: The Emperor and Nurgle's Children

within subspace.

There is no time and no space here. Countless creatures of the warp are twisting and crawling here. The Great Unclean One Grakas feels the warmth in his arms with a confused look on his face. Is that like the embrace of the cursed?

Am I loved by someone?

Gracas was confused, his head was in a mess and he couldn't think straight. He remembered what Erebus had said to him.

"Hail! Yellow-skinned God! Hail! Divine Emperor!"

Grakas kept muttering to himself, but nothing seemed to happen. Grakas sighed, it was indeed another scam.

Just as Gracas turned around and was about to leave, planning to go to a certain world to eliminate the plague, he felt a light shining on him, he could feel it!

That is the power from the Emperor!

That is the love of the cursed!

In the warp, the huge coffin was constantly emitting warmth to Grakas. It was the power of the Emperor's faith. This coffin was blessing Grakas.

"Great God-Emperor! Can you grant me more brothers? I will spread your kindness! Your light! I..."

Gracas doesn't want blessings, he needs companionship, he also wants a family!

Soon the coffin shook slightly, as if it didn't quite understand what Gracas said. No one knew how much time had passed.

The coffin dug out countless fragments from deeper within the Warp, then added some of Nurgle's life force and some of the Emperor's Son of Faith.

After kneading it, a round, green, golden and mellow Nurgling appeared!

Before the Nurgling could figure out where it was, it saw a brand new warp gate appear in front of it.

next second.

Gracas felt something round hit him on the head.

"Hahahahaha!"

The wanton and adorable laughter left Gracas at a loss for a moment.

“Ah? Ah! Ah!!!”

Gracas's face was filled with fear. The God-Emperor! The God-Emperor actually responded to him! As an abandoned child, his loving father had never responded to him, not even the gods had!

Only! The Divine Emperor responded to it!

What an honor!

What an honor!

Soon, Grakas came to a conclusion! Nurgle ≠ loving father! The God-Emperor = loving father! The God-Emperor loves him!

Grakas excitedly picked up the cute and round Nurgling. No, no, no, this is called a yellow-skinned Nurgling!

Don’t you see that it is emitting green golden light?

Grakas burst into tears. This will be his first companion! He will spread the will of the great yellow god! Nurgle? Sorry, we are not familiar with each other!

"Praise! Yellow-skinned God!"

"Ache!"

Holy Terra, the Emperor rubbed his nose. He felt someone was talking about him. It was probably that blind demon again. Recently, he found that more and more demons were praying, so he directly chose to build a line on the subspace projection of Erebus. Whenever there was a demon praying, the line would roll straight over.

I have to say, he has indeed had a lot more peace and quiet since he met Erebus.

The Emperor yawned as he looked at the Golden Throne which was gradually being completed. He estimated that it would take more than a hundred years for the project to be completed.

"Nyos."

The emperor turned around and saw the Imperial Chancellor walking slowly towards him.

"Old friend."

The Emperor spoke, and he noticed one thing: since Erebus appeared, Malcador's complexion had become less pale and more rosy.

"I feel like there's something...off about you lately."

Malcador looked at the Emperor with a strange look in his eyes. In fact, the Emperor's humanity was a bit too rich now. While it was a good thing that the Emperor had some humanity, Malcador still preferred the science and engineering man from before.

"Perhaps it's an aftereffect of the subspace projection with Erebus."

"What are the chances?"

Malcador looked towards the Emperor, and of course what he meant was not only humanity's freedom from the influence of the Warp Gods, but more of an allusion to their retirement.

"We won't lose. This time humans won't lose!"

The Emperor's firm tone made Malcador ponder for a moment.

"It's not a good thing to indulge Erebus too much."

Malcador spoke cryptically to the Emperor.

"Olpersong will supervise him, and so will I."

No, that's the biggest problem.

Malcador rubbed his temples and said, "You want the emperor to take care of the cub? That's simply a fantasy!"

……

On the highest peak of Barbarus, this poor pink horror was being roasted by the devil himself. Erebus looked over the devil kneeling before him and looked at the twisted pink horror with his cold eyes.

The pink demon was so terrified that he couldn't make a sound. There is no hope for the demon's life, there is no hope for the demon's life!

"You foolish fellow, it is you who slandered the God-Emperor! You slandered the Primarchs!"

"I don't! I don't have Master Erebus!"

He was scared! Laplace was scared!

As the most humble little demon of the Lord of Change in the Warp, he now realized how stupid he was to provoke Erebus, the demon among demons!

"Who gave you the courage? Your demon master, the Lord of Change? The same old trick of change, haha."

Erebus raised the chattering magic sword in his hand, intending to teach this stupid demon a lesson.

"My lord! I am useful! I am useful! My lord! I am a pink terror favored by the Tzeentch demon under the command of the Lord of Change! I can serve you!"

Laplace could tell at a glance that the sword in Erebus's hand was transformed from a great demon. If a great demon had surrendered, how could this little demon have the power to resist?

"Funny little guy!"

"If you want me to let you go, then recite it with me."

Erebus gave a faint smile, which made many demons bury their heads.

"Blood God! You shed less blood in your bloody battles than the Lord of Pleasure sheds during her period! Tzeentch! Your transformation is a classic cliché! Nurgle! Your garden is perfect for a barbecue restaurant! Lord of Pleasure! Even greenskins can arouse my desire, but you can't!"

"Ah?"

You’ll die! If you recite it, you’ll die! If you don’t recite it now, you’ll die!

Erebus stared at the small pink horror in front of him.

Laplace swallowed his saliva, and after a moment, he still recited it in despair.

Between dying now and dying later, it chose later.

"brush!"

Erebus directly swung out the Draconian. Laplace never dreamed that even if he defeated Erebus, he would still chop him to death.

Erebus watched as the pink horror transformed into two small blue horrors.

"Come on, let's start the second round of punishment."

"Tell me your real name!"

"I will grant you the most wonderful changes!"

Devil! Pure devil!

Magnus had a bad idea at this time. He wanted to run, but was held back by Lorgar and Angron.

"You are in charge of psychic energy. This Warp Demon has psychic energy. You are in charge."

Angron stared at Magnus.

No! I don’t want it! Father, save me! I don’t want to record anymore!

Magnus's escape failed miserably!

86

Chapter 86: Erebus's Small Rebellion (1)

despair……

So desperate.

Magnus looked at the green beans in his bowl with despair. He couldn't understand why he was always the one who got hurt.

Magnus flipped the peas in his bowl and looked up at his brothers at the table.

In revenge, he added something to his brothers' lunch.

Eat! Eat! My brothers!

Magnus was flipping peas, his mental state was very bad, his eyes were fixed on the "apple" in Mortarion's hand, and Mortarion was keenly aware of Magnus's gaze.

"you want?"

Mortarion handed over the apple in his hand.

Magnus quickly shook his head, "Goodbye, brother! I can't afford this!"

Angron and Lorgar looked at each other and put down their cutlery. They felt something was wrong, but Erebus, Erebus was not hungry.

He was studying the Draconian in his hand. He had been studying this demon since the Emperor gave him this weapon. As a synonym for murder, Erebus was very curious about what Draconian was capable of.

He didn't notice that the atmosphere at the table was not right at this moment.

"Erebus, Erebus accept me! Accept my power!"

"I accept! Give me more!"

Erebus listened to Draconian chattering in his ear and felt a little annoyed. This thing could neither corrupt nor roast meat, but this demon's way of seducing was worse than listening to the crosstalk of the Lord of Change.

When Erebus raised his head, he was shocked. What did he see? He saw Mortarion holding a Nurgling and putting it into his mouth!

Don't even think about it, this is definitely Magnus's work!

When Erebus wanted to warn.

Angron gave Erebus a friendly kick in the sole of his foot.

Mortarion looked at his brothers with different expressions, and for a moment he didn't know what was wrong. He seemed to have noticed something wrong.

But Magnus continued to fiddle with the peas in his bowl, Erebus pretended to talk to Draconion, and Angron and Lorgar were discussing the next journey.

"Crack."

The moment the sticky, green, and apple in Mortarion's hand began to wail, Mortarion's expression changed instantly.

"vomit!"

"Hahahahaha! Hail the Yellow-skinned God!"

Magnus stood up, clasped his hands together, and slammed them on the table! His face twitched as he laughed wildly.

Success! He succeeded! The great Lord Magnus made Mortarion eat shit!

"Magnus!!!!"

Mortarion retched and threw the half-dead Nurgling in his hand into Magnus' face, causing Magnus to scream.