Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

Dolan backed off.

But Erebus was not satisfied, not at all satisfied.

"I regret it!"

Erebus closed the scroll, ready to whet the appetite of this naive imperial guard!

"Erebus! Lord Erebus! Commander Erebus! Wait! Wait! Lord Pope!"

Dolan felt that he had never been so humiliated in his life!

"You really don't want to rebel!"

"Can the traitor emperor bless us?"

The power of the Emperor burst out from Erebus's hand, the real power of the Emperor.

Seeing how skillfully Erebus used the Emperor's power, the Custodians finally relented.

"what do you want to do?"

Dolan feels that the world has changed.

"Of course it's the whole imperial map!"

Erebus rubbed his hands with a wicked grin.

"..."

God-Emperor! Let me die! Please! The Custodians have never been so desperate!

Erebus was about to say something when he saw Magnus coming over. He looked up with a proud look on his face like a big rooster.

"Father has found a few brothers, and it may take a long time for him to return to Terra."

"That's bad news! What's the good news?"

Erebus knew that Magnus had another piece of good news.

"The good news is that Perturabo is leading a fleet here. He just told Ryan that he wants to inspect Terra's defenses. The Dark Angels may also send a team here."

Erebus rubbed his chin. Could it be that Perturabo would generously borrow two cannons from Ryan?

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Chapter 88: Small Rebellion: Erebus's Adoptive Father Plot

"This was never what I wanted. I never wanted to fight against my own people. Together we drove out the ignorant Old Night Age, but you betrayed me! You betrayed us all! Humanity has only one chance to revive. If you don't ascend to godhood, then let me help you! Let the war begin! From the sky of Terra to the edge of the Milky Way! Let the sea of ​​stars boil! Let the stars fall! Even if I shed my last drop of blood! I want to see you sit on the Golden Throne! If if you can't become a yellow-skinned god... then let the galaxy burn!"

Frustrating! Extremely frustrating!

Horus, Lord of the Luna Wolves, the Great Warmaster, and now he's reciting these damn lines! Such blasphemous lines!

He refused at first, but when Magnus said that if he did not read it, Erebus would make him see the blasphemous image again, Horus read it with trembling lips and sent a letter of apology to the Emperor.

However, Horus didn't know who wrote such a stupid line! Only an idiot would say such words, which made Horus extremely painful.

"My father, is it really okay to accompany these guys in such a commotion?"

Loken asked worriedly, the Empire is still on the Great Crusade, and now five Space Marine Legions have gathered on Erebus. If this is not an exercise but a real rebellion, then the consequences will be completely unimaginable.

"In fact, I am indeed worried about this kind of thing, so I plan to go to Barbarus in person. I have already written a letter to Saint Jerome, asking him to go to Terra. In addition, Russ, Finus, and Vulkan have already led their descendants to Terra, not only to welcome our new brothers, but also to guard against them."

Although this was not very kind, Horus took precautions and even sent a message to Lion.

Although Ryan was angry at these troublemakers, he also wanted to know whether Terra's defenses could withstand the attacks of several Space Marine Legions.

As for Dorne, no one told Dorne, because everyone knew that if they told Dorne, the game would be over.

At this time, the emperor was happily racing with his new son.

……

Grand! Barbarus's grand ceremony!

Blood of Steel, Spirit of Vengeance, Light, Fortitude, Light, Conqueror and History of Ashes gathered above the starry sky of Barbarus. The people of Barbarus cheered. The seven Queen of Glory battleships were a force that no interstellar civilization could match for the entire universe.

Although the people who came had different intentions, to some extent this was the first exercise of the Human Empire, and it was allowed by the Emperor.

Erebus was lying on the chair, processing the official business that Orpesson had not yet finished. In fact, Erebus just wanted to check whether Orpesson was slacking off.

As a result, Erebus felt unexpectedly good? What kind of a beast is this?

The official business is handled so well!

"Lord Erebus!"

Jarulek's voice rang out.

Erebus raised his eyes.

"The legion commanders are already waiting in the conference room."

Erebus nodded in understanding, hoping that everything would go well.

"Brothers! Brothers! Take a look! This is a specialty of the Word Bearers, a statue of the Golden Throne of the Yellow-skinned God! Blessed by the Emperor!"

"Barbarus's unique poisonous mist!"

"Demon's True Name for sale in the front row! Demon's True Name for sale in the front row, perfect for construction site plastering! A must-have for Iron Warriors!"

Erebas looked at the bustling corridor and felt that it was surprisingly good inside this corridor.

The Word Bearers were hawking their wares, the World Eaters were maintaining order, and the Thousand Sons were reselling the more familiar demons.

Of course, the Iron Warriors were fine, after all, they knew about the existence of demons. The Dark Angels and the Luna Wolves were commenting on these strange creatures.

As for the Dark Angels and the Ultramarines.

Wait!

Erebus' eyes lit up, Ultramarines!

In fact, several Ultramarines ships did arrive on Erebus this time. After receiving Horus's letter, Guilliman also felt the pressure of several Space Marine Legions. In order to avoid any accidents, he also sent some of his own descendants.

This time, except for the Imperial Fists, Iron Fists, Dragonborn, Salamanders and those Primarchs who have not yet returned, they all sent their offspring to see what is going on.

Erebus is ready to fight.

He is now very curious about who are sent by each legion?

Soon, under the leadership of Jarulek, Erebus heard the noisy voices in the conference room.

"Horus! I heard you've killed a lot of xenos lately!"

"Hahahaha! Perturabo thanks you for your gift! I don't have anything good to give you, so I'll just give you some nice images!"

Erebus felt as if he had misheard. When he opened the door, he saw Magnus promoting his film. Perturabo accepted Magnus's offer with a smile.

Of course, the expressions of the others present were extremely painful.

Lorgar fiddled with his scepter, and Mortarion flicked his scythe.

Horus was talking to Fulgrim and Angron. Horus, who had been frowning, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Angron calm down.

They knew—Erebus was coming!

When the golden Erebas walked in with his hair shaking, everyone looked at Erebas.

"My Pope, you are here!"

"What are you talking about, Pope?"

Erebus and Lorgar are praising each other for their friendship.

Wait! What Pope?

Horus was a little confused. Could something have happened that he didn't know about?

"The Great Battle..."

"Stop! Erebus!"

Horus quickly interrupted Erebus's spell and told him not to call him Warmaster anymore, as he didn't want to die in front of everyone.

Okay, if you’re not now, you will be soon!

Erebus smacked his lips, as if Ryan didn't come, but Ryan's adoptive father, Luther!

Wait! Luther! Adoptive father!

Erebus suddenly felt itchy. Should I... No! Erebus, you can't be so CS!

Forget it! I'm a CS anyway! Do you want to try to hook up?

Erebus looked at Luther with a burning gaze.

This made Luther feel a little uncomfortable. Why was there something wrong with the legion leader who wasn't the Word Bearers?

"Alright my brothers, now let me talk about how to destroy the Imperial Fists' defenses!"

Perturabo is rubbing his hands in preparation, he can't wait any longer!

In order to better restore Terra's buildings, he specifically asked Ryan for a few cannons. Although the Dark Angels are now in charge, it does not prevent him from using them at all!

The Building Restoration Competition, Perturabo now declares, is officially underway!

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Chapter 89: Small Rebellion (4): Warmaster Horus! Big Break!

"The main purpose of this exercise is to verify whether the Terra defense line can withstand a massive enemy attack."

"So the Divine Emperor knows your loyalty and has agreed to this exercise, so don't feel any psychological burden."

Erebus spoke up to characterize the incident.

The Primarchs nodded.

Erebus sat down on the chair that belonged to him, and the holographic image of the entire empire's territory was opened.

"This is Terra, and here are thousands of Solar Auxilia, and many Primarchs who have been notified."

"We have only one goal, and that is to allow the Blood Game's Guards to touch the Emperor. That will be our victory."

"Of course, the biggest problem we have now is who to follow."

After saying this, Erebus looked around at everyone.

Horus sat up straight. If this was just a drill, then letting him take charge would completely minimize the damage. After all, how could a drill be without damage? If the performance went well, the Emperor would be pleased! Maybe the Warmaster Erebus had mentioned would actually land on his head!

Just when Horus was ready to speak.

"My brothers, you know me. I am now the Pope, appointed by the Emperor himself."

Command? Command what? Lorgar didn't want to deal with such a mess. He thought the best person to take charge was Perturabo, after all, he and Horus were not very familiar with each other.

"Commander of the Word Bearers, you know me. I am the Chief Psyker appointed by the Emperor himself. I only want to manage the psykers."

Magnus waved his hand and said, if that doesn't work, let Mortarion take over. After all, he is a Marshal of Expedition!

"I, Marshal Zhengyi, only want to kill xenos. Well, the Emperor himself gave me that title."

Mortarion polished his scythe without blinking. Warmaster? Even dogs wouldn't be Warmasters. Typhons still had no idea what he was like. His official duties were handled by the Word Bearers, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.

"Wait! Wait! My brothers, are you saying that you have all been appointed by the Emperor, the Pope! The Marshal of the Exorcist! And the Chief Psychic Officer?"

Horus' voice trembled slightly. "That's not right! That's not right! As the First Returning Son, I still don't have any title. How come Lorgar has the title of Pope as soon as he returns?"

Who is his most beloved son?

Jealous! Very jealous!

There was a moment when Horus really wanted to turn this exercise into reality, and then let the Emperor directly put the title of Warmaster on his head!

Fortunately, there is still Perturabo.

"I am only here to keep an appointment. The Emperor promised me to build a structure on Terra."

After Perturabo finished speaking in a sullen tone, Horus could no longer hold back!

"So now that all of you brothers have your positions, who will be in charge?"

"You!"×5.