Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

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Get out of here!!!!!!

Erebus looked at the documents on his desk in anguish. What on earth had Malcador and Guilliman been doing while he was away? What the hell were they doing?

Erebus looked at the documents being pushed in from a distance. That old bastard Malcador brought documents for three ships!

Furthermore, in order to prevent him from escaping, Ryan, Ruth and Khan were stationed outside his door 24 hours a day.

This should be Olperson's job!

It shouldn't be his!

It’s really fucked up!

But the last time, after Orpesson was hacked to death by Puff Horus, no one knew where he went.

Although Kor Phaeron has led people to capture it, how can they catch it in such a vast universe? How can they catch it?

I really want someone to take over and go to 40K to seek revenge!

Just as Erebus was muttering.

Through the glass, he saw a furtive figure swimming in a sea of ​​documents.

Orikan?

No! That guy has one eye, so there are Necrons in the house?

interesting!

Erebus rubbed his hands.

"I need to go to the toilet!"

Erebus roared.

When the door opened, Khan threw in a chamber pot with an apologetic look on his face.

Then he closed the door directly.

"..."

Erebus was silent for a moment. He looked at the ceiling piled with documents and thought, "Okay, okay, you treat me like this, right?"

"Is Zero here?"

"Yes, Lord Erebus."

The voice of Mechanical Sage Zero rang out.

"Call me! I don't want to play anymore!"

Erebus's face darkened and he said, "I'll give you some face. What can you do to me, a mere Malcador?"

"That Lord Erebus, Orpethon has been captured by Kor Phaeron."

Zero's voice slowly rang out. ?

Fuck! Liberation!

Erebus was instantly ecstatic.

It's good to catch him back. It's good to catch him back. I have been doing clerical work for Orpesson for three years. Now I can finally organize the legion and go out to plunder.

Although Erebus sent a lot of things into 40K.

But he was still a little worried that he would be discovered by the gods from another world.

"By the way, how many Space Marines does Zero have now that the Word Bearers have?"

"Seven hundred and eighty thousand men, Lord Erebus!"

"Oh, 780,000...wait a minute, what are you talking about!"

Erebus was silent. Even if you drain all the Lorgar, you still can't create these 780,000 people!

"Yes, Lord Erebus. Among them are approximately 12,000 Word Bearers. The rest are Word Bearers sent back by other Legions, including 250,000 sent back by the Ultramarines."

CS! These CS!

You ambitious carrot!

Erebus thought they would send their own people in, but he didn't expect to send so many!

At this level, let alone rebellion, the Emperor would probably happily hand the Golden Throne to Erebus.

But now, let’s see what’s going on with that guy!

……

Liar, big liar!

It was the first time that Trazyn believed in Orikan, and he discovered that this guy was a complete liar. What was an excellent collection?

I have lost dozens of clones since I came to this broken ship.

After finally spotting a Space Marine, before he could make a move, a few guys in green cloaks knocked the red guy out and changed into their outfits. Just as Trazyn was about to make a move, a few more green guys rushed out of the Warp and dragged the Word Bearer away.

The skill of his technique was so great that even Trazyn was dumbfounded.

But Trazyn's main focus now is still on the guy named **Ribas.

As long as he is caught, Trazyn can interrogate him to find out how Erebus controls those warp demons!

Chaos is a fun thing.

Trazyn's desire to collect chaos was extremely strong.

But the current situation is, how to catch Erebus!

Just as Trazyn was thinking.

He received a message from a Necron.

That was a message from Orikan. Trazyn sneered and hung up the phone.

At this time, Orikan looked at Taraxin who hung up the message, and he turned around to look at the Mechanical Sage Zero beside him.

"It is indeed the original body."

Orikan nodded his scepter. The rise of mankind was unstoppable, and the emergence of another universe made Orikan know that the Necrons must get on this express train no matter what.

In the face of absolute interests, anything can be postponed a little.

Orikan smiled at the thought.

Poor you, Tarasim.

At this time, Taraxin, who had no idea that he had been discovered, was leisurely swimming in the vast ocean of documents.

He looked at these confidential documents with boredom. The way humans handled government affairs was really lowly and boring.

Just as Trazyn was complaining in his heart.

A blond man suddenly emerged from the pile of documents.

"?"

Trazyn was silent for a second. If he guessed correctly, the guy in front of him was Erebus?

Click.

A pinch of fire emerged from Erebus's hand.

Trazyn looked at Erebus's behavior with a puzzled look on his face.

"Hello, I am the greatest museum in the universe..."

Trazyn was about to introduce himself when he saw Erebus throw the fire directly into the pile of documents.

"Damn xenos! Damn Necrons! You actually burned the Imperial secret documents!"

Are you fucking crazy?

Trazyn looked at the blazing fire and said, "If it's not you, then what kind of CS is this!"

"Died Alien!"

Trazyn was silent for a moment, then opened the Tesseract Maze.

No matter what's in this guy's head, since it's right under my nose, I'd better take it!

Just as Trazyn had expected.

Erebus had a ferocious expression, one of despair and pain, and was then taken directly into the museum by Trazyn.

“It’s incredibly simple.”

Trazyn sighed. He didn't understand why Orikan stayed here for so long, but that wasn't something he should care about.

Now he planned to just run away.

"Do you think you can leave?"

Malcador's voice rang out.

Trazyn looked at the old man, and his electronic circuits flickered.

"Why not. Don't you think you can stop me?"

Malcador smiled. Stop? Why stop this Necron?

"I don't think you know who you're taking."

"Of course I know Erebus, the Commander-in-Chief of the Word Bearers."

Trazyn said confidently.

"Yes, Commander of the Word Bearers, former Acting Commander of the Thousand Sons, current Commander of the War Hounds, and the Emperor's only designated toilet man for the Golden Throne..."

"Do you think you can catch him?"

Trazyn was somewhat bewildered by Malcador's words.

"What do you mean?"

Malcador sighed, idiotic robot.

"I'm just stalling for time."

"?"

At this time in the museum, Erebus looked at Trazyn's museum collection with a greedy smile.

"Oh, Orikan, you did a great job! Come and move them all!"

Erebas looked at the people around him and waved his hand.

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Chapter 290: Despair Tarasim! Life sentence of office!

More than ten years!

Do you know how Orikan has spent the past ten years?

Doubt CS, question CS, become CS!

Orikan grinned as he led his men to frantically move the necromancy technologies belonging to other dynasties. Although the Chaos army could not keep them in the museum in Trazyn for too long, you had to identify who they were!

Those chaos are impossible, but the park demons who are loyal to the Yellow Skin God have too many choices.

Orikan looked at the mighty army and had only one word in mind.

"move!!!!!!!"

Orikan would take away anything that belonged to Trazyn, even if it was just a pair of underwear.

Move, move, move! Don't despair, Trazyn. After all, these things weren't originally you!

"Thief!!!!"

When Taraxin's screams rang out, Orikan didn't even need to do anything. Several vampire demons rushed up directly, then covered the mouth of the clone that had lost contact with the original body and took it away.

What's wrong with aliens? Do aliens not need to pay taxes?