Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

Soon Ryan began to have a headache. Speak human language! Please speak human language, brother!

"I'm from the Cadian Defense Force! Captain of the 785th Regiment. Sir, our command is at the foundry in the rear, but the Eldar have already cut off our rear routes! We haven't been able to communicate with them in three days!"

The captain, who was still relatively calm, quickly explained the current situation.

"Follow me."

Ryan spoke.

"Sorry, Master Shenzi! Our mission is to stay here and wait for support from the rear!"

The captain shook his head. No such order had been issued from the rear. For the sake of the Divine Emperor, they all needed to buy time for the people in the rear.

"We are your support!"

Ryan snorted.

"Follow your orders!"

After hesitating for a moment, the captain gave Ryan a Sky Eagle salute.

"Khan!"

Ryan shouted.

"Let the kid down!"

Khan was shaking a black bean sprout randomly, his mouth cracked.

"Understood! My brother!"

Khan pressed the psychic signal directly.

"Now! It's time for drag racing!!!!"

Khan looked at his descendants who were walking out of the portal quickly and shouted loudly.

305

Chapter 305: Reverse taxation!

Statue of the Divine Emperor.

In the ruins, a black bean sprout stood on the ship that had just crashed. They carefully explored whether there were other living creatures in the ship.

A golden eye light lit up.

Even though the black bean sprouts had become alert, with the appearance of a sword light, several of them were instantly beheaded.

"Ugh! Boy! These souls are disgusting!"

Draconian complained as he watched Erebus, who was burnt into a boiled egg again, come over and pull it up.

"I will kill the Emperor!"

Erebus said sullenly.

"Use me to chop it! Chop it into pieces!"

Draconian responded excitedly.

"Of course!"

Erebus sneered. "Want to bet I won't die? You big yellow bastard! Today I'll send you and the corpses to the Golden Throne."

Erebas looked at the countless black bean sprouts flying over in vehicles, and a hint of amusement appeared on his face.

interesting! So interesting!

"heresy!"

Erebus swung out Draconian, he was like a ray of light, but unfortunately there was no Tiga in this world, but Erebus's superhuman speed made the black bean sprouts stunned, and several heads floated in the air.

Erebus looked at the vehicle with flesh and blood spikes. What was it called?

It has been too long since he last dealt with these black bean sprouts, and Erebus has forgotten how to make them know what fear is!

"Specialized tasks require specialized people!"

"Boy!"

Draconian spoke quickly.

"Don't let anyone steal my food!"

Draconian instantly knew what Erebus was going to do, and called for help. Although the taste of these black bean sprouts was not particularly good, Draconian would never allow anyone to snatch the food from his mouth!

Erebus sighed. All right, all right!

"I'm not a bad person."

Erebus looked at the increasing number of black bean sprouts.

"Let me try out my newest ability on you!"

Hot black flames burst out from Erebus's hands. As a psychic idiot, he was indeed unable to use psychic power, but who said it was psychic power!

Dark Torch, this is a fun thing given to him by the Black Coffin. Light it up before using it, and you will have a weapon with enchanted damage. This weapon is easy to carry, and is mainly extracted from the alien's soul. As long as it touches you, it will keep burning your soul. It won't kill you, but it will hurt.

Even if you die, you will be burned. But there is a drawback to this thing, which is that the burning time is only a few hundred years.

Originally, Erebus wanted to use this to deal with the Emperor, but until now Erebus has not found a good opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Erebus grinned.

"Come on! Let me punch you!"

The same black flames erupted from Draconian's body.

"Are you ready to dance?"

……

Cadian 785th Regiment.

Now most of the facilities on this forging world have been invaded by aliens and chaos, and the space fleet has basically been destroyed. As for the angels?

Most of the Angels are fighting Chaos in the Great Foundry. After a few of the Sons of Vengeance Chapter (Ultramarines Sub-Regiment) company soldiers fought with them, the rest are basically in the Great Foundry.

The commander of the 785th Regiment, Kafilo, walked over quickly with a chainsword.

"When will the Empire's ammunition support arrive?"

Cafilo asked the signalman.

"Sir! Support... there is no support. The Ministry of Taxation has just issued a resolution. They intend to collect tithe taxes in advance!"

Kafilo angrily pounded his fist on the wall.

"These insects! The God-Emperor will curse them!"

"How about the angels!"

Cafiero asked again.

"We brought one angel back, and two more are helping the Legion stabilize the front."

The signalman answered again.

Kafilo was silent. Although the arrival of the angels was extremely exciting for them, in fact, the battle front was still not optimistic. Moreover, if collecting tithes was okay before, now it was like stabbing a patient in the chest.

Cafilo quickly left his command center and went to the medical area.

He pushed open the door and looked at the wounded soldiers. At the innermost, a Space Marine with a hole in his chest was half-sitting on a hospital bed.

"Angel! What should we do for you?"

Kafilo walked forward and asked quickly.

"Find my brother, my brother the pharmacist. The gene seed cannot fall into the hands of heretics."

The warrior from the Sons of Vengeance said this a little weakly.

"When will the Empire's support arrive?"

Confronting angelic problems.

Kafilo was silent for a long time.

"Mortal, tell me the truth."

"No more support, sir. No more support. The tax department is preparing to collect tithes in advance."

Kafilo said with a somewhat helpless expression.

"..."

The Space Marine was also silent for a moment. He took off the bolter from his waist and handed it to the Cadian Captain in front of him.

"For the Emperor."

The Space Marine's silent loyalty made Kafiro give him the Eagle Salute. But just as he was about to turn around, he saw the angel trying to get up, but a green shadow directly held the guy down.

Kafiro tried to raise the bolter.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Perturabo's cold voice rang out, and Perturabo, holding a war hammer, appeared here at some point. Mortarion was quickly examining the unfortunate child in front of him with a hole in his chest.

"Child of Guilliman."

"Guilliman! Guilliman again! I see so many of them are Guilliman's children! How come Guilliman's seeding ability is so strong?"

Perturabo sighed and dropped his hammer to the ground.

"you……"

The Space Marine looked at the two unusually tall Primarchs and didn't know what to say for a moment, but he vaguely felt the sense of oppression coming from his genes.

"I am Mortarion, and that is Perturabo. We are here to help you."

As Mortarion spoke, he pinched the Space Marine's mouth and stuffed a small yellow-skinned spirit into his mouth without saying a word.

Traitor! It’s a traitor! ! ! !

The Space Marine looked at the little yellow-skinned spirit stuffed into his mouth in despair. He wanted to resist, but all his strength told him that his resistance was useless.

"Father!!!!"

Perturabo shouted at this time. He saw the damn Emperor was teasing a female Astra Militarum soldier with Corax (40K)!

"Alright! My children! I was just having a few words with these humans. By the way, did the Taxation Department just say they would collect taxes?"

The Emperor's sudden appearance stunned the wounded Astra Militarum soldiers. "The God-Emperor? Holy crap! The God-Emperor has arrived!"

The Emperor came to the dazed Kafiro.

"Tell them! Make them spit out everything they ate!"

"If you ask who said it, just say it was the great Divine Emperor!"

306

Chapter 306 The Emperor’s Bride!

erosion!

Very decadent!

This is not the empire the Emperor wanted. There is no hope in despair. If it were not so huge, the Emperor suspected that the human empire in this universe would have died long ago!

In fact, the empire today is a giant that is terminally ill.

A corrupt giant.

The Emperor looked at the room full of wounded soldiers and patted the shoulder of Corax (40K) beside him.

Now he finally understood why the 40K mummies were so excited after seeing him, and why they wanted to snatch his child.

But the more the emperor saw, the more he realized that this empire was beyond repair and that the only option was to overthrow it and start over.

If he were sitting on the golden toilet, the emperor would not have the courage, but he is not that old thing!

"Tell Guilliman to destroy all the bastards in space!"