Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"Rogal Dorn! Are you Rogal Dorn? I'll call you Rogal Dorn! Damn it! You want to be my daddy, right? I'll fucking kill you!"

Everyone looked at Sigismund who had broken down and quickly stepped forward to grab him.

"Brother! It's not worth it!"

"Dorn!"

"Be careful with your words! Be careful with your words, brother!"

Jarulek held Sigismund tightly, "Stop cursing! Stop cursing! If you keep on cursing, Ahriman will record it all!"

"Take it away! Beat this thing up and make it run away!"

Jialulek quickly called for people to drag this family member away.

Not long after, everyone waited for Sigismund to completely calm down before setting off again. This time, everyone encountered aliens. The devil shot directly and knocked their own people unconscious.

Soon everyone arrived at a small square in the Randan underground city that was open on all sides.

"I can feel the rift in the warp just ahead."

Ahriman closed his eyes and felt it for a while before speaking, just as everyone was about to follow Ahriman's steps and move forward.

Changes occur suddenly.

Four or five passages directly nearby were blocked by granite.

And a familiar figure slowly walked out.

That's Loken?!!!!

"I am Rogal Dorn! You too! Rogal Dorn!"

"By the command of the great Warmaster! Rogal Dorn! This world needs more Rogal Dorn!"

Locke's words made Sigismund's eyes go dark, and what made him even more desperate was that Granite spoke at this moment.

"I'm Rogal Dorn!!!!"

……

The smell of sulfur.

Erebus frowned as he took his first step onto the planet, and he looked back at Magnus.

"Magnus, how's the progress with Ahriman?"

Facing Erebus's reply.

Magnus shook his head.

"We just lost contact, but I can sense that nothing is wrong with Ahriman."

"Could it be a conspiracy of the evil god of the subspace?"

Magnus's worries are not unreasonable. After all, the wonderful operations of the gods in recent years have cast a huge shadow on everyone.

"No! The gods will not appear."

Erebus believed in the Emperor. After all, the Emperor had said that the gods would not take action. Even if the gods took action, would the Emperor not take action?

[On the Emperor's Dream, the little yellow fox, who was flying high in the sky, sneezed. Which CS player was talking about him?]

"But you still have to be prepared for the possibility of encountering a major demon."

Erebus spoke.

"Big Demon?"

Perturabo smiled instantly when he heard this.

"Brothers! If there's a big demon, don't fight with me for it!"

Dark Phoenix raised the flaming sword at his waist.

“Whoever gets it first gets it.”

Perturabo nodded approvingly.

"Let's go!"

Erebus spoke, and then everyone walked forward according to the psychic mark left by Ahriman.

Along the way, Erebus saw the corpses of Randan aliens everywhere. It seemed that Ahriman and others had fought here.

However, it seemed that this group of aliens did not resist, and their faces were even filled with expressions of betrayal, blasphemy and disbelief.

This is very intriguing.

Erebus had a bad feeling in his heart, a very bad feeling.

When everyone arrived at the small square where Ahriman and others passed by, Erebus felt something was wrong.

The last psychic beacon disappeared here. Kor Phaeron squatted on the ground, looking at the drag marks on the ground with a thoughtful look on his face.

"What did you find?"

Next to him was Ms. Shaman, the newly intern vice-president of the court.

"Erebus! It's a distress message, a distress message from the Imperial Warriors."

"What did they say?"

"Rogal Dorn. Run, it's a trap!"

"?"

When Erebus heard what Kor Phaeron said, he felt something was wrong. Sure enough, after Kor Phaeron finished speaking.

The surroundings were blocked by granite, just like Jarulek and his men.

"I am Rogal Dorn!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Erebus looked at the people standing around him: Garulek, Loken, Ahriman...

"Rogal Dorn! You die!!!!!"

Perturabo was furious when he saw this scene. This was a disgrace to the Iron Warriors! He recalled how he had embraced Dorn and flattered him, telling him that he was the Primarch of the Imperial Fists!

That was the shame of his life!

Blue arcs of electricity instantly swept across every corner of the square, and several blocks of granite were directly shattered by Perturabo.

Today is different from the past!

Perturabo would never say that again! Absolutely!

Perturabo was like the god of thunder, looking at the remaining men who were still shouting, "I am Rogal Dorn."

"Don't kill me!"

Erebus suggested.

"Don't worry, you can't die!"

Since you're Rogal Dorn! Beating you half to death wouldn't be too much! Perturabo thought sinisterly.

181

Chapter 181: Call me Dad and I will give you the Son of Horus!

Rogal Dorn!

So many Rogal Dorn!

Erebus didn't know what had stimulated Perturabo. Perturabo swung his warhammer, killing one alien and one warp demon with each hammer.

The granite was shattered by the arcs of electricity that kept jumping from Perturabo's body.

In just a few breaths, Perturabo crushed many granite stones into pieces.

As for the remaining Space Marines with determined faces, Perturabo gave a kind smile.

"Perturabo! Have you forgotten the friendship between us?"

Facing the people brainwashed by granite, Perturabo snorted coldly. Although he felt that the nature of Dorne's subspace was very strange, this was also his chance to teach Rogal Dorne a lesson.

After all, after being brainwashed by granite, they will really turn into smelly and hard stones!

Perturabo looked at Ahriman who rushed forward with his scepter wielding. "Dorn is killing me! He's just a mage, and now you've brainwashed him into close combat?"

"Rogal Dorn!"

Perturabo rushed forward with a smile on his face and kicked Ahriman against the wall. Magnus looked sadly at his offspring who was spitting blood wildly.

When Jarulek saw that one of the Dornes was seriously injured, they also rushed up with roars and killed him in vain.

"For the Empire!"

"You traitor! Perturabo!!!"

Perturabo swung the hammer in his hand high and smashed it to the ground. Perturabo, who turned into the King of Thunder and Lightning, gave the Dornes a collective electric therapy.

Jarulek and the others rolled their eyes and fell directly to the ground, blowing out a smoke ring from their mouths, unable to get up again.

Perturabo shook his head.

As expected, this fake Dorne just doesn't feel good to fight against.

Perturabo picked up all the things on the ground and threw them back.

"Erebus!"

"You don't mind me..."

Perturabo stroked the war hammer in his hand. Erebus knew what he meant. After all, only Perturabo had persisted in the illusion of the gods for ten thousand years, but Perturabo still maintained his self.

"Father, what do you think?"

Erebus turned to look at Colchis, who nodded.

"Just let your good-for-nothing brother go!"

Colchis looked calm and composed, and Perturabo smiled coldly. Sure enough, CS was still the same CS!

"When he dies, Olympia will be yours."

Although Colchis' voice was not loud, Perturabo still heard it. Perturabo looked at Erebus with resentment and said, "Okay, okay, Erebus, just wait. Just wait and see. Tonight, your bed will be turned into Dornish stone!"

……

Snapped!

The sound of whipping rang out, and Sigismund and his group of Imperial Fist warriors were hung up in humiliation. Their eyes were red as they stared at the people whipping them.

"Sigimonstead, you disappoint me so much."

Horus studied the whip in his hand, his expression agonized. Why! Why didn't Sigismund admit that he was his father! Why didn't Sigismund admit that he was Rogal Dorn!

Sigismund looked at the huge warp crack. He could feel countless Randan aliens shouting that they were Rogal Dorn being killed one after another. The dazzling psychic energy continued to attract the arrival of warp demons. The Sons of Horus loudly promoted the purpose of the Imperial Fists, and they kept saying that they were the real Rogal Dorn.

Even Loken was frantically trying to get an Imperial Fist warrior to admit that he was the real Rogal Dorn! He was the Emperor's son!

MD!

Sigismund didn't understand at all. No, that's not right! He just couldn't understand! Why was Horus' will so low? Why was Horus so easily brainwashed?

Sigismund remained silent and allowed Horus to whip him.

There is no other reason, I just can’t beat him.

"Sigimonstead! My children! I am your Primarch's father! As long as you are willing to call me father! I will put you down!"

"I don't want to punish you at this moment!"

Horus' voice was sad.

"Lord Horus! You have been brainwashed by the Granite! You are the Warmaster of the Imperium! The Great Primarch! You are the Primarch of the Sons of Horus!"

Sigismund tried to soothe Horus.

"Son of Horus? No! I am Rogal Dorn! We are the gateway to the Imperium of Man! Horus is Horus! I am Rogal Dorn! Sigismund, hurry up! Call me by my name!"

Sigismund thought Horus was crazy. He watched Loken hugging his brother and crying madly.

"I really am your father! I am not Loken! I am your father! Is it so difficult to admit that I am your father? I am Rogal Dorn!"