Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

crazy! All crazy!

Sigismund really wanted to escape, but they were still lucky. Some of the guys around the regiment were surrounded by inarticulate aliens and warp demons, and they also swore that they were Rogal Dorn!

Lord Rogal Dorn! If possible, please let me return to the Empire now! Even if I die, I'll be fine!

"My child! Scream!"

Horus leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Sigismund.

"My child, just call me daddy. From now on, I will let you lead the Sons of Horus! I will make Horus abdicate, my child! You must believe me!"

Sigismund closed his eyes and said, "Lord Horus, listen to what you are saying. Is this human language?"

Is this human language?

Horus asked Horus to abdicate, and Horus is now Rogal Dorn? I don’t understand! I don’t understand!

Horus opened his mouth, trying to appeal to Sigismund's emotions and get him to call him dad.

"Who is Rogal Dorn!"

At this moment Perturabo's voice suddenly rang out.

Horus turned and looked at Perturabo who was striding across the bridge, with the Iron Warriors guarding him behind him.

Perturabo observed the huge square. Dozens of granite stones were distributed around it. In front of him, a warp channel was constantly transporting warp demons one after another. These warp demons were captured the first second they came in, listening to the teachings of the granite. The next second, a new Rogal Dorn was born!

"Perturabo!"

"My brother, do you want to join us?"

"Become Rogal Dorn?"

Horus unfurled the Claw of Horus in an attempt to invite Perturabo back.

"Rogal Dorn?"

Horus' words stirred up bad memories in Perturabo. He took a deep breath, then waved his hand and electrocuted all the groups of aliens and demons to death.

Horus saw that Perturabo was so ignorant.

"I am Rogal Dorn! You are provoking me!"

Horus jumped down from the stands.

"I'm fighting Rogal Dorn!"

Perturabo roared and charged at Horus, "You're Rogal Dorn, right? Die!"

182

Chapter 182: Butcher's Nails: Get Out of Here, Sissy!

Perturabo had faced the Warp God.

Tortured by granite for ten thousand years in the endless red desert.

He often dreams of a huge granite block appearing in the Eye of Terror in the Milky Way.

"I am Rogal Dorn!"

Hate it?

Perturabo did not hate his brother, but he hated the word!

The claw of Horus drew a silver-white streak of light in the air, and the hammer in Perturabo's hand flashed with a huge electric current. The moment the two hit each other, Perturabo instantly burned out some of the circuits inside Horus' power armor.

As the God of Civil Engineering and Machinery, Perturabo could now wield the power of his faith with some familiarity. Horus, as a Warmaster, was indeed quite capable! As a Primarch, Horus's combat prowess was definitely among the top few.

But he was Perturabo!

He is! The God of Civil Engineering and Machinery!

"Horus! Open your eyes and see who I really am."

Perturabo punched Horus in the face.

This time, Perturabo did not hold back at all, and Horus took Perturabo's punch firmly.

Those who have been brainwashed by granite all have one characteristic.

Rigid thinking and uncoordinated limbs.

Completely transformed into Rogal Dorn, but without Dorn's qualities.

Fake Dorne, brainwashed thing.

Horus leaped up and made a big hole in the ground. When more Rogal Dorn rushed over, Perturabo's body was instantly covered with lightning.

The Randan aliens and the warp demons were completely unable to touch Perturabo and were electrocuted into dust by him.

"Perturabo!"

Horus got up from the ground and waved the Claw of Horus in his hand again.

Perturabo grinned.

"I will prove it! The Imperial Fists are better than you Iron Warriors! That's why we're stationed on Terra."

The Claw of Horus and Perturabo's hammer collided and rubbed against each other, producing a large amount of sparks.

If Horus had said this in the past, Perturabo would have been furious and would have executed the person who said it, but who was he? He was Perturabo, and he wouldn't have cared even if Rogal Dorn had said this to him personally.

After all, just hammer him to death!

Perturabo remained silent as he and Horus exchanged blows at high speed. If it was the normal Horus, Perturabo would never do that, but this Rogal Dorn version?

Beat him! Beat him to death!

The fist hit Horus's face, and for the first time, Perturabo felt how hard Horus' face was.

"I am, Nogdamine!"

You're pretty tough!

But Horus stood firm like a piece of stubborn stone. Horus was also enraged by Perturabo and hit Perturabo on the forehead with a headbutt.

Perturabo kicked Horus away.

"Coward! Foolish! Horus! Your willpower is no match for the foolish demons aboard Erebus's flagship."

"I really want to show you how humble and pitiful you are!"

"I will! Horus! I will! Magnus! Have you recorded the Great Warmaster's gesture?"

Perturabo turned around and looked at the people who had arrived on the bridge without him noticing.

Magnus gave Perturabo an OK sign.

"I am! Rogal Dorn!"

"I'll let you..."

Just when Perturabo was about to knock Horus unconscious completely, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from the distant Warp crack, and countless chaotic auras swept up directly. Groups of aliens who were roaring for the empire were instantly burned to death by the red flames.

That breath is... the great demon!

"I am salvation! I am death! I am your enslaver!"

"I……"

This bloodthirsty demon had just stepped into this world. It was originally a vampire who told him that there was a feast in a certain world. After confirming from many aspects, he mustered up the courage to step into the physical universe. It turned out that this was a feast dedicated to the Blood God.

Wait, who's that with the warhammer? Perturabo, right?

Who's that red-skinned thing?

I remember the one in the movie wasn’t small and exquisite, and it wasn’t this big, right?

Who is that frosty beauty with a cold face?

Wait, why does it look like the Pink Phoenix under the Lord of Pleasure?

Countless guesses emerged from the mind of this big demon when his clever little head saw Erebus looking at him with amusement.

The bloodthirsty demon trembled all over.

“Ai ai ai… Erebus!!!!!”

Turn around! Run!

This was the first thought of the devil.

At such a distance, they couldn't stop him! They couldn't stop themselves from returning to the warp at all!

"It's a trap! It's a trap!"

The big demon didn't even look at the soul of the Randan alien that kept floating over. If the big demon had dealt with Erebus, they would know that eating a lot now would be the last full meal they would have in their lives!

"I am Rogal Dorn!"

The Great Demon had already stepped half of his foot into the subspace. Just when he thought he was safe, the granite around the subspace crack suddenly spoke. A few simple words made the Great Demon stiffen instantly. At this moment, he felt his heart as cold as a rock.

His consciousness kept trying to struggle, and countless words of Rogal Dorn emerged in the demon's mind. He felt that he could not control his body.

What is this?

The Great Demon struggled hard, and then a large number of Rogal Dorn's deeds and memories rushed into the Great Demon's mind, the Empire, honor, the Imperial Fists, the Primarch, and countless others.

Until it becomes six words.

"I am Rogal Dorn!!!!!!"

The Great Demon raised the whip and hammer in his hands, he roared with the sound of the loyal empire, he howled wildly, and in an instant he killed countless blasphemous Randan aliens and demons.

When the Black Phoenix saw this scene, she raised the flaming sword in her hand, and then put it down.

It's all granite, she...she doesn't dare to go over there!

Magnus and Mortarion also stood still. Who would dare to go? Who would not become Rogal Dorn if they went?

Everyone felt extremely uncomfortable when they thought of this.

"Get out of here! Angron! Come and help!"

Perturabo threw Horus away with an overhead throw and shouted to Angron in the distance.

Angron sighed, took out the Butcher's Nail, and without hesitation, put it on his own head. Blood flowed from Angron's head to his face.

The crimson eyes made Angron look extremely hateful at this moment.

"Fight!!!! For the Yellow-skinned Goddess! For the Yellow-skinned God!!!!"

That's right! World Eaters equipped with the Butcher's Nails won't be controlled by Granite (maybe?)

Angron picked up the prisoner and angrily kicked the Black Phoenix who was blocking his way.

"Get out of here, sissy!"

183

Chapter 183: It's your choice, Fulgrim.

Murderous intent, malice, blood!

Butcher's Nails kicked the Dark Phoenix away and threw an axe at Horus.

Horus dodged sideways, and at this time the Butcher's Nails had already arrived in front of Horus.

"Perturabo!"

Horus looked at Perturabo, who turned his head directly.

"Your opponent is me!"

The Butcher's Nail came in front of Horus, and Horus directly hit him, and the two of them rolled on the ground in a mess.

"I am Rogal Dorn! Angron joins us!"

"I am your father!"

The Butcher's Nail held Horus and punched him in the face while spitting at him wildly.

Horus retched.