Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"I'm pregnant with you Rem!"

"My mother is your mother!"

Lorgar was also angry. He swung the scepter in his hand and blocked the hammer in Perturabo's hand.

Do you really think he is a sick cat?

He was beaten for so long! It was because he was a vegetarian!

Luo Jia dropped the scepter heavily on the ground, and the Book of Words floated in his hand. He wanted to let his brothers see his true strength!

Perturabo groaned as he looked at the golden light emanating from Lorgar's body. So what? The warhammer emitted blue sparks. Lorgar discovered one thing, that is, Perturabo seemed to be generating electricity all over his body.

Horus stood below, looking at his brothers with a numb face. Something was wrong with them. One of them was shining with golden light, and the other was covered with lightning.

Could it be that these two guys are cultivating immortals?

"Yellow-skinned God, help me!" ×2.

The golden light and the red lightning collided with each other, and Horus let the strong wind blow past with an expressionless face. Well, everyone has his own little secret, right!

Dad! You don't like me! Just say it!

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Lost, uneasy, and nervous.

Horus perfectly embodies what it means to be a child without a father's love.

Erebus also keenly noticed this. This was not good. If it continued like this, what if Horus was infused by the four gods and turned into a puff?

Plan C is launched! Plan S is launched!

Erebus took a deep breath and looked at Lorgar who was being pinned to the ground and beaten by Perturabo on the stage. Forget it, this kid is hopeless!

He turned and came over to Magnus.

Poke.

Magnus turned to look at Erebus.

"What's wrong! My brother?"

"Have you noticed that Horus doesn't seem to be in a particularly good mood?"

Erebus said bluntly.

"You mean..."

"He is jealous of us! He is jealous that we are favored by the God-Emperor, so in order to get the God-Emperor to give Horus the title..."

Erebus gave an intriguing smile.

Magnus understood.

As expected, Erebus is the CS! But the brothers' pain! As the Warmaster, why can't Horus empathize with them? Does he want to be given the title of Chief Psionic Officer? He does!

"What are you doing? Take me with you."

Angron came over to join in the fun at this time. He had been feeling itchy in the head recently and felt like he had grown some brains.

"Brothers, tell me in detail!"

Erebus hugged one on each side and began to mutter to himself.

That night.

The sneaky trio quietly came to an open space in Barbarus. Although they were accompanied by a group of guards, Erebus believed that everyone should have fallen asleep.

Soon, Magnus drew the summoning circle, and just as everyone was secretly preparing to summon.

"So, what are you going to summon?"

Mortarion's cold voice sounded, and everyone turned around stiffly. Erebus saw Mortarion leading the Death Shrouds standing silently, as if they had been standing there for a long time.

"Xaluna."

Erebus read out the name of the demon that Mortarion never wanted to hear in his life, and the green sickle was slowly grasped by Mortarion.

"I think it's time to let Horus and Fulgrim see the cruelty of this world!"

Mortarion poked the dirt with his scythe.

"Do you need help?"

"By the way, why haven't I seen that imperial guard recently?"

Mortarion thought of Doran and asked directly.

"Oh, him! He's busy."

Busy! Of course Dolan was busy. At this time, Dolan was locked up in a small dark room by Kor Phaeron. Erebus asked him to paint a portrait of the God-Emperor crazily. Although he was very happy, he was also very unhappy. This constant wandering path of loyalty and blasphemy made Dolan feel like he was going crazy, but the speed of his brush was getting faster and faster.

"Praise! Yellow-skinned God!"

Dolan couldn't help but sigh as he looked at his latest painting.

……

Such blasphemous scenes are so tempting to kill people that no matter how many times you watch them, it’s not excessive.

When Magnus was presiding over the summoning circle, he found something amiss. Why, why was the thing that appeared green?

Magnus looked at Erebus, only to see that Erebus was shining with gold and had mispronounced the true name of the summoned demon.

"Wait! Erebus!"

Magnus was shocked and was about to reach out to stop Erebus when they heard a strong male voice praising the Emperor.

"Hail! Yellow-skinned God! I am the most loyal messenger of the Divine Emperor! I am the plague of plagues! I am the truth that rids the filthy world! I am the Great Cleanser—Gracas! Praise the Divine Emperor!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Grakas walked out slowly, looking at his brothers with a pious face. He saw Erebus and Mortarion who spoke in shock.

Grakas looked at his body. He had already been cleansed in the Warp! Ever since he began to believe in the God-Emperor, Grakas had discovered that the mycelium on his body had disappeared, and his body had begun to take on a normal, healthy green color. Although still cystic, it gave him a strong and robust appearance.

Mortarion pointed at Grakas with trembling hands. He pointed at the chubby yellow-skinned spirit on Grakas's head that was jumping back and forth and laughing.

"Gah!"

With a thud, Mortarion's eyes turned white and he fell down.

"Mortarion!"

Angron quickly came up to Mortarion and slapped him in the face.

"Motarion! Wake up!"

After Angron rode on Mortarion and slapped him more than a dozen times, Mortarion finally woke up. It was not known whether he woke up because of the pain or because of Angron's loud shouting.

"Heretic! Heretic!"

Mortarion's voice was filled with tears as he asked why that liar wanted him to be the Marshal of the Expedition! It turned out that the God-Emperor was the greatest heretic!

I, Your Majesty, am ready to fight to the death, why do you surrender first?

"Family! My dear brothers! Did you encounter any difficulty in summoning me?"

"Hehehe! Hehehehe!"

At this time, Gracas spoke and the chubby yellow-skinned spirit above his head kept laughing wildly.

Difficult? Erebus choked up. Summoning you is the biggest difficulty.

The yellow-skinned spirit rolled off Grakas's body and rushed straight to Mortarion on the lawn. Angron was so scared that he jumped off Mortarion's body.

As soon as Mortarion caught his breath, he saw a chubby, yellow-skinned spirit with big eyes, its green body emitting golden light.

"elder brother!"

Mortarion took another deep breath and closed his eyes.

I fainted for the second time.

Can't bear it...

Erebus stared at the sky in silence. He felt like a CS, he felt like he was not human. Although he felt that the Emperor had gone too far! It was understandable to be with Slaanesh, but with Nurgle!

How on earth did the emperor manage to get down to the place where he was hanging?

"Erebus, I can't bear it anymore."

Magnus was breathing heavily, but he had experienced too many big scenes and didn't care about that anymore.

Since I already live in Bengbu, then!

No one else can escape!

Magnus stood directly in front of the summoning circle, roaring Xia Luna's real name at the top of his lungs, when pink smoke exploded.

Xia Luna slowly walked out holding the yellow-skinned god statue.

The devout Xia Luna nodded slightly when she saw Magnus, and then when she saw the yellow-skinned spirit and Gracas in the distance, her expression was stunned.

Wait! Wait! Did I see something wrong?

O Lord of Pleasures! O Great Lord of Pleasures!

Someone's trying to steal your man! It's that sinful, stinking thing from the subspace! The fruits are all out!

"Praise... the Yellow-skinned God?"

There was an obvious cry in Xia Luna's mouth. Lord Erebus, why don't you come with me to the Sixth Ring to explain.

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孽 孽!

Mortarion was carried away, and the Death Shrouds carried Mortarion away in a panic!

The yellow-skinned spirit jumped around on Mortarion, seemingly worried about his condition.

Erebas couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he grabbed the yellow-skinned spirit. He couldn't explain the current world anymore.

Is this Warhammer?

Erebus took a deep breath and then looked at Xia Luna and Gracas.

After a brief silence, Erebus finally spoke.

"I need you to help us lure two people."

After briefly explaining to the two demons what they should do, Erebus watched the two big demons flash away.

After the two demons left, Erebus squatted on the ground and started pulling up grass.

"Erebus, I don't think they are trustworthy, even if they have the blessing of the Yellow-skinned God."

Magnus sighed.

"Demons are never trustworthy. In this exercise, we need to uncover all the heretics hiding on Terra."

"If the Emperor still intends to be a human being, he will acquiesce in this matter."

Erebus spoke. He believed that the Four Gods would definitely participate in this feast, and the Terra Inquisition had already made preparations. This time they were going to make a big move in Terra, so what about a failure?

With the Yellow-skinned God and the Imperial Chancellor Malcador around, these demons can't make any more waves unless the Four Gods take action. But is that possible?

No way! And Terra will become the largest graveyard for the demons in the warp!

……

The Vengeful Spirit.

Horus was sitting at his desk. As the Warmaster, he was diligently reviewing documents and planning the route for the attack on Terra. He soon discovered a problem.

If it was him, what were the chances of successfully conquering Terra?

50-50?