Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

On a Skyhawk-class ship.

Horus stared at the granite in front of him. He didn't understand why his brothers believed in Erebus so much.

But Horus wants to prove that he is still the Emperor's favorite!

"I am Rogal Dorn!" ×100.

A huge sound echoed in the ship. Horus' body paused for a moment, his eyes a little blurry.

Horus was about to open his mouth.

"I am Rogal Dorn."

Loken's voice rang out behind him, and Horus's face was startled. He turned around and looked at his children.

Everyone had a dull expression on their face, looking at the granite reverently.

"Lorcan! Lorcan!"

Horus shook Loken's shoulders, but Loken's eyes were dull and he just stared at Horus blankly.

"I am Rogal Dorn."

Horus watched in horror as his remaining sons, one after another, chanted Dorn's name to the rhythm of the granite.

I am so awesome! I am awesome!

When the barge reached the ground, the Word Bearers stationed at the position looked at the Skyhawk-class transport ship that slowly opened its hatch with a puzzled look.

He didn't hear that there was any support from above.

The moment the hatch opened.

The Word Bearer looked at the tall figure.

That is the great Imperial Warmaster - Horus!

"Lord Horus!"

The supervising soldiers knelt on the ground, waiting for Horus' next order.

"I'm!"

Everyone only heard Horus roar!

"I am Rogal Dorn."

"what?"

Everyone looked up at Horus with confusion. Were they hallucinating?

When one granite block after another was lifted down, everyone was stunned. Wait, wait, Lord Dorne is coming to attack!

"Run...run!"

The Word Bearer was the first to react. How could someone have moved all the granite down?

Oh shit, oh shit, I can’t bear it!

With such a number, even the great yellow-skinned god would have to say something about it.

Just as everyone turned and ran, Horus raised his eyes slightly and threw two pieces of granite over.

"I am Rogal Dorn."

As Granite roared loudly, everyone felt their consciousness blurred, and then became unusually clear the next second.

"I am Rogal Dorn."

Whether it was the Warp Demons or other Space Marines, they all shouted the same name together.

At this moment, they are all Dorne!

They are the cornerstones of the empire.

"Destroy the aliens!"

"I am Rogal Dorn."

Horus gave his first order upon arriving on the planet.

There was no news from the front lines.

Erebus frowned as he listened to this information. He took a deep breath. He didn't know what was happening next.

Even if Horus took a small number of his offspring with him, it would be impossible to cut off the connection with the Word Bearers fleet.

At this moment when the situation was unknown, Erebas was in deep thought, wondering whether he should go down directly.

After thinking about it, Erebus rejected this idea.

Going there without knowing the situation is courting death.

So Erebus decided to form a team to see what was going on down there.

"Jalulek, call all the champions of each group over!"

……

Kurima, a pure Randan, like all Randans, loved torturing other aliens and slaves. But as the sole heir to the planet's governor, this dungeon belonged to him. Although he didn't know which civilization had dared to declare war on them, Kurima was determined to teach that civilization a lesson.

Thinking of this, Kurima looked at the other Randan people in the battle hall.

"Hasn't the call for help been sent out yet?"

Kurima shouted angrily.

The Randan people around were trembling and shaking their heads.

"A bunch of trash! Quickly control one of the bastards on the opposite side. I want to know all their information!"

Kurima shouted loudly, then kicked the man under him to the side. The man remained calm and crashed into a piece of granite.

Wait, granite?

Kurima looked at the granite that appeared from nowhere.

For a moment, I was a little confused. When did such a thing appear in my combat command room?

Just when Kurima was about to curse.

"I am Rogal Dorn."

A subtle sound entered his ears, and the next second all kinds of different sounds came into his mind.

Without exception.

All of them.

"I am Rogal Dorn."

178

Chapter 178 I am Rogal Dorn! Kill the Aliens! For the Empire!

Rogal Dorn.

This is a name that makes people fear and despair.

This is a name that can turn into granite.

The demons in the subspace have a consensus: never utter that name. Once you utter that name, it will be a shadow on your life.

The Inquisition has a danger level classification, and Granite is the highest level.

None were immune except the Imperial Fists.

It was for this reason that the Inquisition and the Imperial Fists discovered within their ranks warriors who did not belong to their own legions, and who seemed to come from an unknown legion. Under Erebus's authorization, Kor Phaeron named it Alpharius.

Imperial Warriors.

Sigismund had been making preparations under the instruction of Erebus. After all, he was largely responsible for Horus secretly bringing all the granite into the planet. The Imperial Fists, as the only existence that could fight against the granite, were sent down to investigate the specific situation.

Sigismund took a deep breath, and Dantioch of the Iron Warriors patted his expressionless shoulder, trying to comfort Sigismund, but it was obvious that he was not in the mood.

"The auxiliary warriors of other chapters are all ready. Of course, we still need you this time. I hope Lord Horus will be alright."

Dantioch spoke his mind.

After all, everyone present knew the horror of granite. Even Perturabo, the father of the Primarch, had been infected by it. And Lord Horus brought a full hundred pieces of Dornite with him!

Dantioch had prepared for the worst.

But he still hoped everything would be alright.

……

War, death.

Randan's underground city.

The great Warmaster Horus had painted his power armor the Imperial Fists yellow with alien fuel. He was now the incarnation of Rogal Dorn! He held high the Imperial Fists banner, his eyes filled with rage, and with his greatsword, he continuously slashed at the aliens who shouted blasphemous words against the Empire!

The remaining Randan aliens were horrified to discover that their superiors had disappeared without a trace for some unknown reason. Throughout the dungeon, in the shadows, a subspace creature could emerge at any time and recite that name.

"I am Rogal Dorn."

Ran Dan knew about the subspace, but they didn't take it seriously. They thought that subspace creatures were just a group of humble and pitiful CS, not worth mentioning at all. They even thought that such creatures could not enter the real universe at all. But they were wrong!

Although this is not ten thousand years later, with the blessing of the Yellow-skinned Goddess and the black coffin, the blessed warp creatures and the warriors of the human empire always have various ways to tear the curtain between the physical world and the warp.

"I am Rogal Dorn!"

This is a defense line of Randan in the underground city. Dozens of Randan people are controlling thousands of people to guard the underground square here. They can hear this damn sound from all directions. That group of damn subspace creatures always appear in various dark places and throw out various granites. And from the front battlefield, there is also news that a huge humanoid creature is constantly proclaiming that he is Rogal Dorn.

"I am Rogal Dorn! Death to the xenos! Long live the Empire!"

Commander Randan, standing at the defense line, watched the former slaves pushing granite block after granite block forward, and behind them, more people who shouted "I am Rogdorn's former compatriots" pushed granite blocks and tried to attack the defense line.

"Shoot! Fire! Stop them! Kill these traitors!"

Randan's commander shouted orders, and all Randan people on the defense line joined the battlefield. They didn't want to become like the guys in front of them.

"For Ran Dan!"

The commander pulled out the sword from his waist with his slender fingers and then roared loudly.

On the other side, these slaves who were once controlled by Ran Dan also made calls for freedom.

"I am Rogal Dorn! For the Empire! Destroy the aliens!"

Rogal Dorn! Rogal Dorn!

Who the hell is Rogal Dorn!

Now Commander Ran Dan felt a headache when he heard this name. Although the enemy's offensive was fierce, under Commander Ran Dan's superb command, the nearest piece of granite was only three hundred meters away from them.

As Commander Randan looked at the corpses scattered all over the long bridge in the square, leaving only a few pieces of granite, he heaved a sigh of relief. "These stupid guys had to push the damn granite! What's wrong with their brains?"

"I'm Rogal Dorn!!!"

Just as Commander Ran Dan was laughing in his heart, a huge noise suddenly rang out across the square.

This made Commander Ran Dan instantly alert. He used his psychic power to protect himself, and after a few seconds, he found the source of the sound.

It's that damn granite!

"Destroy these stones!"

"Destroy these stones!"

Commander Randan shouted loudly and fired first, but the gun flashed a red light on the granite, causing a ripple. The commander looked closely and saw several small and colorful things hanging on the granite. If the Space Marines of the expeditionary fleet were here, they would immediately recognize that it was a demon engine in protection mode.

"Artillery fire! Artillery support!"

"I am Rogal Dorn!"

As Commander Randan roared, Granite roared again.

"Shoot! Shoot, you bunch of idiots!"

Commander Randan kicked down a slave who was standing there at a loss, muttering something.

Commander Randan leaned in to listen.

All he heard was the words that terrified him.