Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"A bunch of women, hurry up and go out!"

The burly, bloody man looked at everyone with disgust.

"Don't rush me! When there's nothing left at home, women will be better able to hook up with the Primarchs! Isn't that right? Oh, right, three."

"You're dealing with three and I'm dealing with two?"

The little bird girl looked incredulous.

"Isn't three bigger than two?! Besides, I like three! I'm going to be three! What can you do to me?"

The Lord of Pleasure had an expression that said, "If you don't like me, you'll hit me."

Just as the gods were arguing.

"Mortarion is dead again!"

Suddenly there was a cry of surprise from a distance!

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Chapter 1: New Year's Day Special! (End)

night.

Magnus holding Guilliman.

"I'm telling you! Hiccup!"

Guilliman burped, then took out a stack of documents from somewhere.

"I'll tell you why Erebus is the Word Bearer. He should be our Ultramarines, the Lord of these five hundred worlds!"

"My good brother! He is clearly one of our Thousand Sons!"

"He doesn't have psychic powers!"

"Psychic powers have no effect on him, so he can be considered a zero-powered person."

far away.

Dark Phoenix is ​​having a crazy drinking contest with Ruth.

"Drink less."

Finus patted the Black Phoenix's waist and looked at Rus opposite him with a slightly bitter expression.

When it comes to drinking, Ruth is not afraid of anyone.

Black Phoenix's eyes turned red from drinking.

"I'm going to fight you today!"

Dark Phoenix simply took off his shirt and threw it in Fenu's face.

Finus put the shirt away expressionlessly and hid it away. Hmm, it smells a bit good.

"Come here! You little bastard! Today I'll show you what it means to be the Son of the Emperor!"

"Do you have one?"

Ruth asked with a merciless mockery.

the other side.

Shell hugged Corax with a bored look on his face.

"Brother, let me tell you something! You're late. If you had come earlier, the scene would have been truly spectacular. Have you seen Magnus? His collection is enormous!"

"I think you should learn from him and ask him to taste your food when you have time."

Corax slapped the hand that Shell had placed on his shoulder. Word of Shell's misdeeds had spread among the Primarchs. If anyone trusted Shell, they might as well trust Erebus. Although Corax and Erebus hadn't had much contact, CS Erebus was a CS! But he was really working for you!

Thinking of this, Corax stood up and planned to move away from the shell.

Seeing this, Ke Zi hurriedly followed.

"Crow!"

"My name is Corax!"

"Okay little duck!"

"roll!"

……

Under the gorgeous curtain, the emperor looked at the noisy crowd below and sighed helplessly.

"What are you going to do next?"

Malcador asked the question that was in his mind.

"The threat from the Warp Gods still exists. The Empire cannot leave me anytime soon."

"and……"

The Emperor was silent for a moment when he thought of this.

"I don't think they're ready to take over."

The emperor was thinking about who should take the throne.

Yoda, the Angel, Horus, and Guilliman.

These are the best candidates in his mind.

However, the Emperor turned his gaze to Perturabo and Dorn wrestling below.

Perturabo was also among the Emperor's options.

Having so many outstanding offspring can sometimes be too much trouble.

"But you have to consider one thing, which is what do you think they're going to do?"

Malcador thought the Emperor's idea was a good one, but it was actually much more troublesome to implement. After all, in his eyes, no Primarch was more suitable for this position than the Emperor.

But the imperial chancellor is different.

You can bring up any one of Erebus, Guilliman, Angel, or Horus.

That's right, Malcador felt that he should retire first. As an immortal, he could consider everything as long as he was not like Orpesson.

"Father."

Horus and Old Eleven came up at this time.

"What's the matter?"

The Emperor put down the wine glass in his hand.

"Happy New Year."

Horus raised his glass to the Emperor, who returned the toast.

"Brothers have prepared a New Year's gift for you, father."

Horus spoke.

"Have a heart."

The Emperor smiled slightly, but he had already guessed what gifts these Primarchs would prepare for him. It would most likely be a statue or something like that, as long as it was not a feminine version of himself.

Basically, the Emperor can accept it.

Besides, with the two master builders, Dorn and Perturabo, the Emperor was a little looking forward to seeing what these children would make his statue look like.

Soon, a team of imperial guards pushed up a huge box.

The emperor looked at the colorful ribbons and the huge wooden boxes containing the packages, and he always had a bad feeling.

The Emperor raised his eyes and turned his gaze to Erebus beside him.

Eribas was a little stunned. If it weren't for you, old man, why are you looking at me?

It’s New Year’s Day, I don’t have any chance to stab you.

"Ahem, open it and let me see your masterpiece."

The emperor pretended to cough deeply, signaling everyone to open the box.

The emperor's eyelids twitched wildly.

The Emperor, who always felt that something bad was going to happen, had made all preparations. When Dorn and Perturabo came to the box and prepared to untie the ribbon, they found that the slight vibration of the box made them a little confused.

"What did you add to it?"

"Are you crazy? Didn't we pack this together?"

Facing Dorn's doubts, Perturabo shook his head, but they could feel that there was indeed something in the box, which made the two of them alert. They looked at Horus and others not far away with doubts in their eyes.

But at the Emperor's smile, they opened the ribbons of the box, and the huge golden sacred Dornish slab appeared.

"I am Rogal Dorn!"

Perturabo stepped back slightly, in order to prevent someone from stealing the thing, so he used the Dorne stone to take precautions. Dorne took a step forward and opened a small crack in the door made of Dorne stone.

"I am Rogal Dorn! The Emperor! Wonderful! Wonderful! The Emperor! I am Rogal Dorn!"

An enchanting, soft, and blasphemous voice came from inside the box.

Rogal Dorn was pale and terrified. He quickly closed the door. Why would such a thing appear in the Dornstone during the New Year?

"Father!"

Dawn suddenly shouted.

"kindness?"

"Actually, this is an oversized firework! I suggest launching it from the Spirit of Vengeance."

Dorne's now nervous Emperor shouted.

The Emperor was silent for a long time.

"it is good."

"Horus, I leave this matter to you. Happy New Year everyone."

“Happy New Year, Father (Lao Deng)”×22.

……

Not far away, the Lord of the Garden was holding a pot and drinking a special mixed wine made by the Primarch, looking at the two guys around him with a puzzled look.

"Where did that fellow Lord of Pleasure go?"

"Maybe it was mistaken for a firework."

The Lord of Change said nonchalantly.

"Is that so! Lord of Change, Happy New Year to the Blood God. Do you want to come and be my family?"

The owner of the garden extended an invitation to the two of them.

"Happy New Year, I suggest you get lost."

The Lord of Change rolled his eyes.

"Happy MLGB! Get out! Disgusting thing."

The Blood God replied with disdain.

This concludes the New Year’s Day special.

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Chapter 270: Erebas domestic violence against the Emperor!

Olpersund.

The Emperor's first Warmaster, the Chief Document Censor of the Word Bearers, had never been so excited. As a mortal, he lived longer and was less likely to die, but even so, he often died from reviewing documents and woke up at his desk again.

Such a desperate scene.