Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"Find out who's behind this, and I'll personally kill him."

"Koz."

Shell's face turned serious when he heard the Emperor calling him.

"My father."

"lead the way!"

A calm voice sounded.

The Emperor extended his hand to the Battle Sister, and Lillian offered her rough hand.

A green fluorescent light flashed, and Mortarion's power was perfectly grasped by the Emperor.

The Emperor selflessly blessed the Sisters of Battle.

The rough hand instantly became smooth, and then the emperor stretched out his palm. Lillian placed her hand in the emperor's palm with trembling hands.

warmth!!!!!

No regrets in this life!!!!!!!!!

Lillian watched as the Emperor's big hand covered her small hand.

At this moment, Lillian felt that her faith had never been so correct.

……

From Leman Russ to Perturabo.

We are all-powerful, we are the Emperor's children, we are the Slayers of Evil! ! !

"Overload! Seriously overloaded, brothers!"

Leman Russ's voice was a little rough. Six or seven guys were sitting on his shoulders. Although their brotherhood was unmatched by anyone else, this friendship was too heavy now.

The weight of several Primarchs.

"charge!!!!"

The scimitar in Khan's hand pierced Black Bean Sprout's head.

"For the Emperor!!!"

Ryan shouted, and the Dark Angel shouted at the same time not far away.

"Long live the First Legion!"

"Long Live the Emperor!!!!"

Erebus waved his hand.

"Long live the Second Empire!!!"

As Erebus said this, everyone raised their eyes, some looking up, some looking down. They looked at Erebus.

Second Reich? ? ? ?

Ryan stared at Erebus. If there were dark angels here, they would come directly here.

but……

The Dark Angel was unaware of Erebus's words.

Erebus waited for a long time but no one flew over.

Soon Erebus realized one thing, that even if there was news, the First Legion would not receive it.

"The Second Reich..."

"Haven't you ever thought about it?"

Erebus asked awkwardly.

"Miss you Mlgb!"

Ryan lowered his eyes. "Who are you pointing at?" "Is it that I haven't spoken to Horus (Puff) before?" "Is it that I don't know about the Second Empire?"

Do you fucking think that just by shouting out the Second Empire, the Dark Angels will come?

Ryan knew about the dark history of the Dark Angels and the Ultramarines, but it didn't matter to him. He had no intention of rebelling against the Empire anyway, and the Second Empire was only for the continuation of the Empire. Who would take it seriously?

Just after Ryan had such thoughts.

A subspace crack suddenly appeared in front of Ryan.

Ryan looked at the three Dark Angels who came out directly.

"Blasphemy!"

Two Terminators and a warrior in normal power armor, both raised their bolters and aimed at the people around them when they saw Ryan riding on Erebus's neck.

The whole person was stunned for a moment.

That's... the Primarch!

Wait, a Primarch?

isn't it?

Just when the 40K Dark Angels were confused, Magnus directly threw the three Dark Angels away with his psychic power. Before the three 40K Dark Angels could react to what was happening, they were thrown directly into the sky.

"What a piece of rubbish!"

Magnus was very disgusted, but as for the Second Empire that Erebus mentioned, he was very interested.

"Erebus!"

"What did you just say! A second empire? I think establishing a second empire in this universe would be fantastic! Then I can directly recommend you to father to be the emperor... Die, die, die! I'm dying!"

Erebus remained silent, his legs tightly clamped around Magnus' neck.

Magnus slapped Erebus' thigh hard, indicating that he was about to die.

"By the way, the ones you just slapped away were my offspring from this universe, right?"

Ryan asked suddenly.

Erebus and Magnus did not reply. After all, the Dark Angels in this universe were divided into the Inner Ring, the Outer Ring, Meowth Daimo, Fallen Angels and the like. Erebus really couldn't tell them apart, so he chose to keep quiet.

Just as everyone was clamoring and planning how to find the Emperor, a pink figure appeared in front of them.

"!!!"

"Boom!"

The Lord of Pleasure, who was eating an unknown object, looked at the strange object that was several people tall with an innocent face.

"What are you going to do?"

The Lord of Pleasure asked curiously.

"Oh, your husband has found a wife worth billions, so let's go and stop him from having children!"

Erebus said this lightly and exaggeratedly.

As soon as these words came out, the Lord of Pleasure spat out several balls from his mouth.

"Hahahaha!"

"Tell me where that bastard is! I'll go chop off his halberd!"

The Lord of Pleasure had a very determined look in her eyes. She stared at Erebus, as if she was going to swallow Erebus's balls directly if she couldn't get an answer!

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Chapter 315 Who will be the biggest winner?

and so……

Why does this happen?

Leman Russ felt a hint of despair. It was originally the Leman Russ Chariot, but now it has been renamed.

Slaanesh Pony Chariot!

Who do you think that pony is? Is it Magnus? No, no, not him! It’s Leman Russ! ! ! !

The moment the coolly dressed thing at the top became the front of the car, Leman Russ felt that the whole world had changed!

Blessings! Endless blessings!

The Emperor's Children could only watch as their power armour turned pink and purple.

But faster! Stronger! More CS!

Jenga, great Jenga.

The gods were like children, laughing and talking happily, except for Rogal Dorn.

Why Rogal Dorn?

Who do you think the Lord of Pleasure rides? It's Perturabo. And what about Perturabo? He pulled out several chunks of Dornish stone, square and thick, blocking out the damned smell of the Lord of Pleasure.

The chariots hummed forward, with countless aliens hung around them. The descendants of the gods followed behind several people's height Jenga. The yellow-skinned statues were held high, and the portraits of the gods were held up by the descendants of the Primarchs.

They all followed behind the Jenga and headed towards the foundry where the Emperor was.

……

Failure! Failure! Big failure!

Carlson looked at the crystal ball in his hand and felt a little annoyed. Are these other Chaos Legions all idiots?

I can’t win the battle, and I don’t reply to messages!

As a believer of Tzeentch, these endless changes made him extremely happy, and was it possible that Tzeentch had given him too much divine revelation now?

Which god bombards his followers with all kinds of news 24 hours a day?

[With just a few clones of the original gene, I think you can succeed.]

[The incarnation of the false emperor has appeared, but I will give you a blessing that will allow you to look down upon the false emperor! ]

[Change! I want endless changes! Carlson, what are you doing?]

Carlson felt the blessing on himself. This power belonged to the Lord of Change and could not be faked, but the problem came!

Why is the Lord of Change so anxious? His chaotic brain began to constantly recall the various guys who were harmed by Tzeentch. As the most unpredictable god among the gods, Carlson's loyalty to the Lord of Change is unquestionable, but the question now is, why is this matter full of conspiracy?

Thinking of this, Carlson thought for a moment and then spread out his hands.

None of this matters. The most important thing is, what is the current situation?

Carlson called out to his brothers. These guys who were possessed by the Warp had already escaped the torture of flesh and blood. He looked at the dozens of Thousand Sons behind him. He only gave one order, to take the Titan. As long as the Titan was taken, even if the Emperor himself came, Carlson felt that victory was certain. After all, how many Titans was the Emperor worth?

After distributing the Thousand Sons, Carlson once again examined his crystal ball. The golden haze made Carlson silent. He could not see clearly at all, whether it was the future, the past or the present, everything was hazy.

In that case, Carlson's face twisted.

Then we can only use the methods given by the Lord of Change!

……

Corax (40K) followed behind Shell, who was still wearing his own shorts, striding forward. No matter what appeared in front of him, there would be waves of crows swallowing it up. Chaos, traitors, even loyal Space Marines, were all knocked unconscious by Corax (40K) and thrown into a corner at random.

Shell yawned and looked at the burning Astronomican in the distance. Here he sensed the presence of psychics. Not only that, the stinking smell of mummies in this universe also appeared. Of course, it was not the real body. If the real body appeared, Shell's first thing would be to run away and then push the Emperor out.

That was simply the complex aura of the Lord of Mankind, the power of faith that had not yet been absorbed by Chaos.

And all this is behind this huge steel door.

Shell looked carefully at the steel door engraved with the statues of Saint Jerome and the Emperor, and knocked on the steel door.

In the dark corners, black gun muzzles were revealed.

They all pointed at the shell not far away.

A beam of light shot out quickly from the muzzle, instantly stirring up thick fog where the shell was.

"traitor!"

“Die!!!!”

Several Space Marines emerged from the darkness. These Space Marines loyal to the Empire launched a death charge towards the shell from different directions. They had already noticed something different about the shell.