Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

He didn't understand why Angron was so aggressive at this moment! Angron fell on top of him, and Horus tried to roll him over, and the two of them rolled together until they rolled onto the bridge.

When a twisted, cold sword was pressed against Horus' face, Horus looked up at the people who were smiling at him. The first to be hit was the smiling Erebus, who was holding the Draconian and looking at him steadily.

"I'm……"

Erebus didn't wait for Horus to speak, he punched Horus in the face, and then kicked Horus off Angron's body. Horus's head was a little dazed at this time, he got up from the ground, and the blue spiritual energy directly bound him.

At this moment Horus still wanted to struggle, but how could Erebus let Horus do as he wished?

"You said you wanted to be Rogal Dorn?"

Erebus looked at Horus with a smile on his face, his eyes full of ill intentions, but Horus looked at Erebus firmly.

"I am Rogal Dorn! Erebus, you can do the same..."

"Dark Phoenix!"

Erebus shook his head. Now Horus wanted to become Rogal Dorn. This was not good. This was not good!

Perhaps Horus should be made aware of the cruelty of the universe.

"Erebus, I think this is too much!"

The Dark Phoenix sighed and said that it was too much. She picked up the flaming sword in her hand and kept drawing it on Horus's lower body. She didn't think it was too much, but she just felt that what she was doing was not good enough!

"Where are you going to carve it?"

Erebas glanced at the Dark Phoenix, who instantly restrained herself. She had originally wanted to carve a symbol of the Imperial Fist on Horus's head, but Erebas said to teach Horus a lesson, but didn't say what kind of lesson.

The Black Phoenix let out a "tsk" sound, causing everyone to look over.

"I am Rogal Dorn of the Imperial Fists! I am the son of the God-Emperor! I am the rock of the Empire! Erebus! You have no right to judge me! I want to see the Emperor! I want to see my father! I will report all your crimes to the Empire!"

Erebus took a deep breath. Who was it?

What gave this guy so much courage?

Who is it?

Rogal Dorn?

Indeed, if it was that stubborn old man, then maybe there was some possibility.

But these are not the point. The point is that Erebus is very angry now.

I am very angry. Horus fell so easily. He was just the stubborn stone of the empire. What if he was brainwashed by the gods?

Thinking of this, Erebus smiled.

"Dark Phoenix, let me ask you something."

The moment Fulgrim heard Erebus's words, she felt that Erebus might... no, not just might, he simply wasn't in a good mood at all! He was definitely plotting something big!

Thinking of this, the Dark Phoenix raised its legs and stepped back, ready to run away, but Erebus grabbed Fulgrim with one hand.

"Don't run, little beauty!"

"Erebus! What are you doing!?"

Dark Phoenix struggled frantically, calling for help and trying to attract the attention of her brothers.

The Butcher's Nails arrived in front of Erebus, and that was the moment when Dark Phoenix thought she was saved.

"I'm going to help Perturabo! You guys have fun!"

Erebus gave Butcher's Nails an encouraging look, and watched Butcher's Nails jump up and down to help his good brother.

"I hope you can help Horus regain his memory."

"So, I hope..."

There are two ways to break free from granite's brainwashing. One is time, and the other is extremely powerful external stimulation. This stimulation does not include any evil god's blessing or any spiritual stimulation, but the immediate mental stimulation.

This is also one of the several methods that Kor Phaeron found from the countless Warp Demons. As for the other two, they are too simple... no, not too cruel, and Erebus does not intend to use them now.

Dark Phoenix swallowed.

"I think it would be enough to engrave the Imperial Fists symbol on the handle of Horus's halberd!"

Dark Phoenix's words made Erebus sigh.

Why doesn't this guy understand?

"Horus now thinks he is Rogal Dorn!"

"You're not stimulating him, you're rewarding him. What if he gets hard and pounces on you?"

Erebus acted as if he was doing this for the Dark Phoenix's own good, which made the Dark Phoenix feel a little comforted.

"So I don't think we can let Horus pounce on you."

"Magnus, let's get a little psychic room, have Dark Phoenix take off her power armor, and let her draw something on Horus's halberd!"

"Wait! I don't need to take it off, the power armor!"

Dark Phoenix tried to salvage her dignity with her last words. Erebus was underestimating her skills! How could she possibly need to take off her power armor for such a small matter?

"No, Dark Phoenix, you still don't understand."

"I really want to see if Horus can stay calm when facing his brother, oh sorry, when facing his sister's graceful figure. I'm really curious. By the way, please carve the marks of all the legions except the Imperial Fists. If you can't, I will reward you with a Great Demon. If you can, I will reward you with a Great Demon."

"You choose, Fulgrim."

The Dark Phoenix swallowed her saliva and looked back to see if there was any place to escape, but what made the Dark Phoenix despair was that there was absolutely no place to escape.

Magnus had a cloth on his eyes, a camera was set up, and the psychic room was ready for Dark Phoenix.

"Phew, I am disappointed, Fulgrim."

Erebus sighed.

"You're not even willing to help your brother make such a sacrifice. How can you be a sister?"

"I did it! Erebus! I did it! Take this camera away!"

"it is good!"

Erebus nodded to Magnus, and Magnus destroyed the entire camera.

Then Horus was brought in.

After a few seconds of silence, the Black Phoenix followed in.

"Take out the spare one!"

There was no emotion in Erebus's tone.

184

Chapter 184: Your Halberd is Gone! Horus!

Listen to Horus.

You and I were once brothers, and now we are siblings, and I just wanted to get a tattoo for you!

This is the position that might be wrong!

But don't complain to me!

The Dark Phoenix looked at Horus, who had lost all his armor and was constantly wrapped in Magnus's psychic energy. If Horus was conscious, it would be impossible for him to do this.

But now it's the Rogal Dorn version.

Black Phoenix took a deep breath and took out a bunch of small carving knives from his body.

What should I carve first?

There are more than a dozen legions. As an artist, Dark Phoenix has his own understanding, but in order to show respect, he said to carve the mark of the Son of Horus first.

"My brother! You can't do this! You can't!"

The Dark Phoenix fiddled with Horus's halberd a few times, then looked up at Horus.

Horus's face flushed red, which made the Black Phoenix very unhappy.

Why! Why did I become a woman? Why do you all have halberds?

It's not fair! It's totally unfair!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The Black Phoenix closed his eyes and then opened them again.

He grabbed little Horus directly in a pretentious manner.

"My brother, I just want to tell you one thing. Although my hands are very steady, I hope you are not steady. Otherwise, if you get cut off, don't blame me."

The full of resentment made Horus sober up for a moment, but it was only a moment, because the Black Phoenix had begun to rotate little Horus 360 degrees!

"Take flight! Horus! Remember who you are!"

"Ouch! I am! I am..."

Horus screamed in grief. The physical pain seemed to make him regain a bit of sanity, but it was only a bit, because the Black Phoenix took out a piece of granite from somewhere and put it directly on Horus' neck.

"Where did he get that from?"

Erebus asked Magnus with a puzzled look.

"Maybe it's a locker..."

Magnus had an idea, but he thought it best not to say it. As for the scene that followed, Magnus and the others no longer wanted to watch it. They just hoped that Horus would still be Horus when he came out.

Not Horus...

Even if it is, it’s okay, at least he can connect it.

……

"Perturabo why! are you attacking me!"

The Great Demon looked at Perturabo with a confused look on his face, but Perturabo remained unmoved. Why would he attack you?

I suggest you don't talk.

The war hammer hit the big demon madly, which made the bloodthirsty demon unable to speak, because the first hammer made him breathless, and the second hammer made his eyes black.

Why is Perturabo so powerful?

I'm also a Primarch! Is there such a huge gap between me and Perturabo?

"I am Rogal Dorn!"

Dozens of granite blocks made a sound again, and Perturabo, who was standing in the center, trembled all over.

The bloodthirsty demon's face lit up with joy. No one could escape unscathed from the granite's influence! No one! Absolutely...

"You think I'd say that?"

Perturabo snorted coldly. He remembered the ten thousand years he and Dorn had spent in the Blood God's illusion. During those ten thousand years, he was tortured by this voice all the time. He was immersed in Dorn's memories all the time, but these guys would never understand what the real Dorn Stone was like!

And these are just trifles!

Perturabo smashed the leg of the demon in front of him with a hammer. After he let out a wail, Perturabo did not choose to pursue the victory because he sensed something was wrong outside.

No, it’s not this side of the Warp. This side of the Warp is still filled with large groups of demons rushing in like little white mice, and then being transformed into Rogal Dorn!

it seems that……

Thousands of Randan aliens!

Perturabo stepped on the bloodthirsty demon's head and looked at the Randan aliens rushing towards him.

"Protect the offspring!"

"Protect our children!"

The Randan aliens roared loudly, and they rushed into the stands and started pushing and fighting with Locke and others.

"Sigimonstead! Don't be afraid! I! Rogal Dorn! am here to save you!"

Sigmund stared in horror at the hordes of Randan aliens surrounding him. "No! No! I don't have a father like you!"

"Lord Erebus! Help!"

Facing Sigismund's cry for help.

Mortarion and Lorgar raised their weapons immediately, but were stopped by Erebus.