Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

In the territory of the empire, even if you are granite, you have to give birth to a few children for me and pay taxes to me. So Erebas, Orikan now feels that meeting Erebas is simply the best choice in his life.

Not for anything else, just because he couldn't wait to see Trazyn's angry expression when his electronic circuits began to smoke. Although the Necrons had no expression or even emotions, the heated electronic circuits made Orikan feel extremely excited!

Necrontyr artifacts moved away, Eldar artifacts moved away, Trazyn's clones moved away.

Move away everything you see!

Everything that can be moved should be moved away, and everything that cannot be moved should be broken down into small pieces and moved away.

At this moment, Orikan could be described in one word: awesome! ! ! !

The moment Trazyn felt himself losing touch with the museum, his whole machinery went numb.

"Orikan! Orikan!!!!!"

Who else could possibly be so deceiving? Who else but Orikan!

Trazyn raised his scepter, but someone was quicker than him: the Lion's sword, the Khan's scimitar, and Malcador's psychic power.

This was the first time that Trazyn felt that he had suffered such a great loss. Although the technology of the Necrons was many dimensions higher than that of humans, you had to look at what was appearing before his eyes.

Malcador, the Chancellor of the Human Empire.

As the existence second only to the Emperor, although Malcador's relationship with the Primarchs is not particularly good now, but as the Emperor's wife (crossed out) and close friend, her weight among the Primarchs is still very sufficient. Although the Primarchs usually have some dissatisfaction with Malcador, Malcador is on the same front with the Primarchs to a certain extent, so relatively speaking, the current Malcador is still quite popular among the Primarchs (especially in handling official business).

"I want to talk to your boss."

Taraxin knew that he couldn't get out of here on his own, so he chose to negotiate immediately.

"Okay! I love talking about things."

Erebus's voice rang out, and Trazyn looked up at the man in golden power armor standing not far in front of him. Beside him was Orrikan, the traitor of the Necrons.

"Look! Look who this is!"

When Orikan's annoying voice sounded, Taraxin felt that Orikan should feel lucky that he had no teeth. If he had teeth, he would have bitten this thing to death immediately!

Did you call me here just to trick me?

Emotionally and logically, Taraxin felt that Orikan had changed. He was no longer the Orikan with whom he had a love-hate relationship!

Collaborating with outsiders to harm oneself! Trazyn would never allow it.

"What Orikan gave you! I'll double it!"

Trazyn's electronic circuits began to spin rapidly. He now had a better way to control these humans.

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Orikan sighed, thinking that he had been drilled with a hole in it back then, double the amount!

"Erebus! Let me do it myself! I'll do it myself!"

Orikan grabbed two Necrons' unique electric drills and rushed over to wrestle with Trazyn.

"Orikan!"

"Don't call me that name! Trazyn! I'm the Great Sage of the Human Empire! A great prophet! Stick your ass up! Hurry up and stick it up!!!!"

Trazyn looked in despair as four or five big men pinned down a wimpy robot like him, while his former best friend was drilling his ass?

He is a robot with intelligence!

"There are great things in my museum! There are great things!"

Trazyn raised her hands in a heartbreaking manner.

"Move away! You alien! You still owe the Empire 50,000 years of taxes! Don't move!!"

"Hahahaha! Trazyn! Trazyn! I knew this day would come sooner or later!"

Orikan looked at Trazyn and heard his mechanical arm drop down. He looked like a pervert at this moment!

"I'm going to sue you!"

"I'm the judge, and I think Orikan wins."

Erebus came over, looked Trazyn in the eyes, and spoke.

CS! This is a bunch of CS ahhhhhhhhh!

Trazyn knew at this moment that he might have walked into a human trap.

"Tarazyn, I recently developed a new technology, and I think you can try it."

Orikan smiled and took out a piece of blasphemous meat and stuffed it into Trazyn's mechanical body without thinking.

“No! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!”

Trazyn's painful and desperate voice echoed throughout the hall, accompanied by the documents burning with raging flames. At this moment, Trazyn was thinking about how to erase the data.

……

The History of Ashes Inquisition, Document Processing Office.

Kor Phaeron yawned and dragged the coffin behind him. Under the escort of Luther and his deputy chief judges, they were on high alert.

When the coffin fell, Olperson climbed out of it with a tired look on his face.

"Let me go! Please let me go!"

Olperson looked at the pile of documents. For the first time in his life, he felt that being an immortal was so inconvenient. Why couldn't he just die...

But soon Olperson discovered one thing: the position that once belonged to him was now occupied by someone else, a familiar face.

Hey! Aren't these the Eternals who once followed the Emperor?

"You've been promoted Olpersong."

Kor Phaeron looked at these immortals, who were the immortals that had been captured over the years, and they had one thing in common, that was they had seen the blasphemous scene of the Yellow-skinned Goddess dancing in women's clothing in the Warp.

The Emperor mercifully sentenced these fellows to life imprisonment.

291

Chapter 291 It’s coming! It’s coming!

Altar, statue of the rotting corpse of the yellow-skinned god, and statues in the temple of gods.

Philomir adjusted his weapon, and the loyal bolter emitted a faint light. Even if it was another universe, the blessing of the Yellow-skinned God still existed. Although the response of the gods was weak, it was not without response.

The great CS god Erebus always responds to Philomir's call.

Today is the day when Philomir and Aize meet.

Philomir felt a slight vibration on the ground. He knew that Aize had come, and he had brought other people with him.

The sound of loyal killing continued to ring out.

Philomir slowly stood up and listened silently to the heart-wrenching sounds of fighting outside.

"Death to heretics!"

“Alien!!!!”

Philomir listened to the bullets from the bolter that had not been used for more than ten years. Don’t the empires in this universe have any technological innovation?

But this has nothing to do with him.

In the shadows, trivial sounds slowly rang out.

"I don't know why you're looking at this Inquisitor."

Philomir asked.

"He's young, energetic, and flexible. You have to know that in this universe, I'm bored to death!"

A charming voice sounded, and a pair of slender hands rested on Philomir's shoulders. It was Xia Luna.

Xia Luna stared at Philomir in front of her with boredom. Philomir raised the bolter in his hand and pointed it at Xia Luna's head.

"Take your claws away."

"Okay, okay! I'm loyal."

Xia Luna raised her hand helplessly, and the Emperor's glimmer and the blessing of the Lord of Pleasure lit up, proving that Xia Luna was still being watched by the Yellow-skinned God.

"Loyalty that is not absolute is absolute disloyalty."

Philomir snorted coldly. He looked at the thing on Xia Luna's body that belonged to the Lord of Pleasure with disgust, but at this moment he still put down the gun in his hand.

"I hope you don't forget why you came here! Demon!"

"Of course I know. As for you, Philomir, Hydra's little spy, I also hope that you can guarantee your loyalty to Lord Erebus."

Xia Luna knocked on the helmet on Philomir's head, then disappeared into the subspace. Philomir narrowed his eyes, which was a threat.

But why does his loyalty need the affirmation of others?

"boom!"

The stone gate shattered in an instant.

When Aize led the monks out, the chainsaw sword in his hand was still buzzing.

"I kept my appointment."

The blood on Aize's face looked extremely hideous. When several red lights flashed in the dust, Philomir shook his head.

"Looks like you brought some friends over."

"Yeah, some friends. There just happens to be a company of the Ultramarines Sub-Regiment nearby. I thought you might need support."

There was a hint of laxity in Aize's voice when the green and white-painted Extreme Warriors slowly walked out.

The leading warrior took off the helmet in his hand.

"I am Captain of the 3rd Company of the Dark Sons. Tell me, my brother, to which Chapter you belong."

The captain of the third company of the Sons of Darkness threw the head of a believer of granite over. Philomir looked at the head that rolled at his feet. The expression on it was one of anger, confusion and loyalty.

Philomir sighed.

It turns out that the judge of this universe is not easy to fool.

"Philomir, Word Bearers Ultramarines Chapter."

As soon as the word "Word Bearers" appeared, several guns were pointed directly at Philomir.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you clearly, could you please say it again?"

The captain of the Sons of Darkness quickly issued combat orders to others during the communication.

"Brothers, I say I belong to the Word Bearers..."

"Traitor! Kill him!"

Philomir looked at the Sons of Darkness rushing towards him from both sides, and he was a little confused. Are they all so brave?

Countless explosive bullets flew towards him.

The demon force field was activated, and a colorful demon force field instantly appeared on Philomir's body. With the help of the demons in the park, the explosive bullets stopped directly in the air.

The chainsword was picked up by Philomir.

"I am the rock of the empire!"

"Emperor's Shield!"

The loyal chainsaw sword blocked the attacks of the two Dark Sons. Such a fast attack made the Dark Sons' captain suspect that the guy in front of him might be a blessed son possessed by a demon.

"traitor!"

The company commander roared, picked up his war hammer and rushed out.

Philomir said nothing, he just spread out his palms.

"God of Civil Engineering, help me!"

Powerful psychic energy burst out directly from Philomir's hand. The Dark Son Captain was caught off guard and smashed back at an even faster speed.

Philomir Void, covered in blue light, took back the hammer that fell to the ground in front of the Son of Darkness's face.

He looked at the two Sons of Darkness beside him and swung his hammer at them.

As two Ultramarines were smashed into the wall, the remaining four or five Sons of Darkness continued to fire loyal bolts.