Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"Wow!!!!"

Erebus looked at the space debris passing by him, and he felt something soft and gentle spinning around on his head.

Accompanied by a strong sense of impact.

The Primarchs looked at the little yellow skin on Erebus's head in horror.

"sister!"

Horus shouted out "Wow".

"Erebus!"

Yoda watched the hatch slowly open, he turned to look at Erebus, and Yoda shouted loudly.

He tried to block the hatch door to prevent Erebus from coming down, but Erebus kicked Yoda out and then took off the little yellow fur on his head.

Erebas stared at the little yellow fox, and the little yellow fox also looked at Erebas with stars in his eyes.

"mom!"

"Mom, you're a ghost!"

Eribas directly stuffed the little yellow leather into his waist and handed him a dagger.

This made the eyes of many Primarchs turn red instantly.

"Erebus!"

The angel looked at Yoda who got up from the ground, then looked at Erebus and the little yellow leather on his waist.

Although I don’t know how my sister got in, I absolutely cannot let Erebus, the CS, pollute my sister’s eyes!

"Erebus! Let's talk it over! Hand over our sister!"

Horus smiled and spoke softly. He had never been so humble in his life.

Erebus looked at the many Primarchs.

He picked up the little yellow leather jacket with a smile.

"This isn't the one I'm looking for!"

"It was your sister who found me!"

Erebus sneered. Who knows which Warp God the Emperor had fathered this child? Anyway, the beating he had received before couldn't be in vain!

What's wrong with taking the little princess for a stroll among the green skins!

Won’t this be a good story that will be told by everyone in the future?

Not even one year old yet, he can still kill aliens!

Without saying a word, Ryan raised the lion sword in his hand, knocked past the angel and Horus, and slashed towards Erebus.

Erebus raised his hand and held up the little yellow leather.

Ryan decisively stopped and cursed out the word "despicable".

mean?

Erebus closed his eyes.

What a wonderful compliment!

"Jarulek! Take care of yourself!"

Erebus chuckled.

He turned around, holding up the little yellow leather bag high, and ran inside.

"Erebus!"

The four Primarchs quickly chased after them, and many of their descendants also frantically tried to keep up with the Primarch's pace.

Soon, a strange scene appeared on the greenskin's flagship.

The fart spirits found a big man holding a baby girl and running quickly inside the boat.

Behind him, four elders from the big branch were already blood-thirsty.

Whether it's the fart monsters or the greenskins, none of them are a match for those guys.

Erebas held the little yellow skin high in the air, and around the little yellow skin, various yellow skin spirits and little angels with wings kept falling out.

The moment when the piano-playing angel saw the green skin.

The golden pupils turned red, and a pink whip and a small green dagger emerged from his hands.

Just as the greenskins were about to come over, a large group of little angels surrounded them in an instant.

The pristine white wings instantly turned blue. The greenskins had never seen such a bizarre creature before. The moment they saw the greenskins, the little angels roared and charged, stabbing the greenskins and the fart elves frantically. Green blood splattered on the ruined deck. The little angels laughed wildly, stabbing the greenskins with whips and knives. The greenskins wailed and tried to smack these damned creatures to death.

When the first little angel was killed, before it fell to the ground, it had already split into two little angels and rushed towards the greenskins again.

Erebus was so stunned by the scene before him that he stopped in his tracks.

Seeing Erebas stop, the little yellow fox instantly became unhappy and poked Erebas' neck with a dagger.

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

Trying to command Erebus to continue moving forward.

"!!!! Mom! Go!!! Wow wow wow wow!"

Seeing that Erebus was still unmoved, the little yellow fox roared loudly, and with a huge force, Erebus was unable to control himself and flew deeper into the ship.

163

Chapter 163: The supervisory team sacrificed themselves, and the emperor was eager to come and get the minimum living allowance!

I'm so stupid, really.

How could Erebus not have thought that the Emperor's child could not possibly be a good person!

"Wow wow wow!"

"WAAAAGH!"

The shouts of the little yellow skins and the green skins mixed together, making Erebus completely unable to tell whether it was the little yellow skins or the green skins who were shouting.

Erebas could clearly see more and more yellow-skinned spirits emerging.

They changed their usual cute appearance and instead opened their white sharp teeth, chasing the fart spirits madly, and then made a BOOM! BOOM! Explosion!

Draconian was trembling on Erebus' waist and didn't dare to come out at all. It was too scary. What on earth was that thing on Erebus' waist?

Draconian was so confused that he didn't dare to stick his head out.

Before this, Erebus could still hear the sounds of the demon groups fighting, but now, the greenskins pouring out from all directions and the corpses of warp demons all over the ground confirmed that a fierce battle had taken place here.

"Mom! Mom! There! There!"

The little yellow fox climbed onto Erebus's head.

She pointed in a direction, but Erebus did not respond because he had already noticed the sound of the chainsaw sword.

That should be the surviving supervisory team.

Without saying a word, Erebus drew out the Draconian and ran directly towards the source of the chainsaw sword sound.

Maybe things weren't as bad as he thought.

……

fighting! fighting!

Death Guard - Locke, Word Bearers - Miller, Thousand Sons - Polk.

As the last supervisory team, they stood on the corpses of their compatriots to make a final resistance, and their bolters had no ammunition.

Miller held the scepter in one hand, his helmet missing. He leaned on the body of another Word Bearer from the Warlords, muttering eulogies.

Miller's arm was blown away by a fart spirit and he could only pick up a bolter that seemed to have no ammunition. He tried to help Locke who was standing in the front.

The Death Guard remained silent, just like their Primarch Mortarion, constantly waving his scythe in his hand.

Polk's eyes were blind, but as the descendant of Magnus, he still stubbornly urged his remaining psychic energy to move forward. Although they had made sufficient preparations, they were still forced to break through the bravery of the greenskins.

"Skull sacrifice to the throne! Blood sacrifice to the God Emperor!"

Miller pulled the trigger, but as expected, the gun did not fire any bullet.

But Miller still refused to believe it.

"O Divine Emperor! O Yellow-skinned Goddess! Let me die gloriously for the sake of humanity!"

Miller's voice was a little sad, and a trace of blood spread from his mouth.

However, the moment Miller pulled the trigger again.

"boom!"

The first bolt shell hit a greenskin holding a blade.

"boom!"

The second bolt bullet penetrated several fart spirits, and this seemed to have reached the limit of the bolt gun. The slightly red muzzle still made a clicking sound.

"Cousin! Stop the bleeding!"

Polk watched the greenskins pouring out one after another. He activated his psychic power again. With a wow, Polk suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, but this time only a few greenskins had their heads crushed by him.

"WAAAAAAAGH!"

Polk's behavior undoubtedly made these greenskins even more excited.

Locke, who was standing right in front of him, had a big hole in his chest. He took heavy steps to try to stop these damn greenskins from killing his cousin. Although the Death Guard was synonymous with tenacity, he also knew that he had reached his limit.

Locke cut off another greenskin's head.

"I think I can chop you down!"

A greenskin suddenly rushed over with a roar. Although Locke could see the greenskin's movements, the long battle made his arms abnormally slow, and he was slow.

Locke watched the greenskin use the most primitive weapon to chop off his arm. He watched the greenskin laugh wildly. He didn't understand why he was laughing when he was not dead.

The green sickle slashed again, and the greenskin who successfully cut off his arm was directly beheaded by Locke.

Locke was also half-kneeling on the ground. This ship seemed to be made up of a pile of garbage. When he thought that he would become a part of the garbage, Locke wanted to laugh.

"Alien! You will die!"

Locke finally made his first sound since the battle. After chopping down several greenskins in succession, several fart spirits jumped on Locke in fear and kept stabbing his neck with the tetanus knives in their hands.

Locke fell to the ground silently. In the last second of his consciousness, he saw a vampire standing up unsteadily. The vampire's eyes were full of mockery, but it was not directed at Locke.

"Damn greenskins! For the yellow-skinned god!"

"MD! I'm going to fight you!"

The unknown vampire might have fainted in the previous battle. In any case, he did not return to the warp. He limped and tried to rush towards the greenskins.

One of the greenskins holding a gun saw this, laughed and aimed at the vampire in front of him. When he pulled the trigger, bullets suddenly flew out and hit the greenskins around him, and finally exploded successfully, giving the vampire a chance to breathe.

The bloodletter finally jumped on one leg and came to the middle of the greenskins, pulling the grenade at his waist.

Miller watched all this, watched this group of Warp Demons who were good at disguising themselves. He was about to die, and he was unable to tell the younger generations of the Word Bearers that the Warp Demons could now disguise themselves as their companions.

"Miller! Miller! Are you still alive?"

"Ugh! You still have weapons! Weapons!"

Polk tried to touch Miller with his hands. His psionic energy was exhausted and he could neither see nor hear. But Miller slapped Polk's face with his only remaining hand and then put a melta grenade in his face.

"See you on the throne my brother."

Polk had no idea what Miller was talking about, but he felt the touch of the fused grenade.

"We kill demons together in the Warp."

Polk smiled.

Then Miller looked at the group of bastards who surrounded him, and he pressed the grenade without any hesitation.

Accompanied by a roaring sound.