Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

Shell frowned and looked towards the innermost part, where was the killer move of these Space Marines.

Two concentrated plasma guns.

Blue flames burst out, Shell tilted his head, and his whole body hid in the dark shadows.

With a roar, the first Space Marine was thrown out.

"Steel inside and out!"

Dantioch and Garro, along with the Iron Warriors and Death Guard, reluctantly supported Shell at the first opportunity.

"traitor!!!!"

The soldiers of the Sons of Vengeance roared in anger. They had lost too many brothers in the battle with Chaos, but even if they died, they would not let these traitors enter the realm of God's Machinery.

“It’s now!!!”

In the darkness, Inquisitor Jack emerged with several psychics. These psychics praised the Emperor while burning their own psychic energy. They roared and poured all the psychic energy they could produce in their lifetime onto the shell that emerged.

Shell looked at the psychic missiles hitting him with some melancholy.

Not this group of people?

So brave?

"Everyone kneel down!"

Shell roared, and under the shadows, countless hands grabbed the group of warriors, from the Inquisitors to the Space Marines, each one was held tightly.

Kezi stepped on his shoes and walked slowly forward.

"Ahem! Everyone! I have no intention of making an enemy of you."

"But! I spent a lot of money to buy this dress. I hope you can give me a suitable compensation?"

Shell smiled and nodded Inquisitor Jack's head.

"Alright! Dantioch, open this door, and the person we're looking for will be back soon!"

Shell looked at the people who were struggling and sneered.

Titans? The Night Lords don't really need something like this. Right now, they need something more interesting.

That is...

Some great fun.

Shell stared at the door intently. Behind this door, there was already chaos and corruption!

And the one who did all this was only the Lord of Change!

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Chapter 316: The Thousand Sons turned to ash! What kind of psychic spell is this?

Chaos must die!

Aliens must die!

The door slowly opened. Even though Ke Zi was prepared, he was still shocked by the scene before him.

Inquisitor Jack looked in disbelief at the territory that should have belonged to the Mechanicus. Now everything there was covered in blue. It was a despairing scene. Countless machines were scattered on the ground, and their hideous faces kept rising and falling with the moving and twisted egg in the middle. Om Messiah did not redeem these Mechanicus believers.

The huge, corrupted statue of the Emperor looked down at the people behind the door. At the very top, the Chaos Sorcerer Carlson from the Thousand Sons looked down at the people below with an arrogant expression. His face was full of arrogance, and a smile could not be stopped. He looked down at the so-called Primarchs below with pride. Sure enough, the Empire had mastered a technology that they did not know about, which was cloning replicas of the Primarchs, but this was not important.

Today, he, Carlson, will bring this technology to the gods of the High Heavens. Just as Black Marshal Abaddon had said, the age of the Primarchs is over.

Now it belongs to them.

"Fools! This will be the grand ceremony I bring to you."

"The great God of Wisdom is watching me, and you will be my gift to the Gods!"

"Look what these are? Loyalists? No, you will be joining us!"

Carlson waved his hand, and a crystal ball and a book emerged from his hand.

Shell tilted his head, his eyes filled with coldness. He could feel the extraordinary existence being nurtured in the Chaos Egg. A shadow swept over his body from the ground, and the power armor covered him again.

"My brother, this blind and ignorant man, should I leave it to you, or should I..."

Shell paused and turned to look at the crow over his shoulder.

"Anything is OK."

This is the answer from Corax (40k).

He could feel the anger of the shell, a shell so humane, and Corax (40k) was very pleased, but at the same time he was also worried whether the shell in front of him was too human.

"Come! Witness the glory of the Thousand Sons! Believers of the God of Wisdom! Let these lackeys of the false emperor witness their doom!"

Carlson roared, and the entire space was constantly torn apart by his trembling voice, and countless Chaos traitors slowly walked out.

Dantioch and Garro were the first to come out. As the legion that was best at siege combat, they immediately set up a demonic force field around themselves.

When psychic spells and explosive bombs attacked together, the colorful waves left Dantioch and the others indifferent.

"Vox!"

Garro shouted the name of Vorx, the son of Mortarion, and Vorx took the lead and rushed out waving his scythe. Dantioch crossed his arms, and several iron warriors followed Vorx with shields. All the flying attacks were blocked.

How to deal with the Thousand Sons?

They don't know that every legion's soldiers must learn one thing, and that is to protect the Word Bearers and the Thousand Sons. They only know one thing, and that is to protect them and not let them suffer any attack!

But these guys in front of me obviously didn't do that.

Vorx looked at the Thousand Sons with their portals wide open. The blessing of the Crimson Angel Angron directly added a touch of red to his green armor. The sudden increase in speed made the Chaos World-Eater that appeared stunned for a second, but this second was enough for Vorx to do many things, such as having his head chopped off by the scythe stained with gray mist.

Vorx did not turn back to check on the Chaos World-Eater he had killed. An Iron Warrior put his shield behind his back, and Vorx suddenly stepped on the shield and jumped high. Vorx looked at the Thousand Son in blue armor and swung his scythe.

Wow!

Gray spreads out.

"Bah bah bah!"

Vox looked at the Chaos Thousand Sons that had turned into dust in confusion. He thought it was some kind of advanced psychic spell cast by the Thousand Sons.

"These guys are going to turn to dust! Watch out, cousins!"

He quickly told everyone about his discovery.

Dantioch frowned and turned into dust?

Why can't the Thousand Sons on our side do that?

"Send a psionic signal! Have the Thousand Sons guys come over here!"

Faced with an unsolvable problem, Dantioch started calling for help.

As a subspace channel was opened, a Thousand Son who was collecting the soul of Black Bean Sprout was pulled directly over.

"Hey, hey, hey! Busy! Busy!"

The Thousand Son was very dissatisfied. Then he saw the figures of the traitors in the air and on the ground, and recognized them as betrayers at the first time.

"Why can't we kill them!"

Dantioch pointed at the ground and asked loudly.

"how could I know!"

Qianzi was very puzzled, then he looked up at the dust on the ground, there was nothing there!

Soon the Son of Magnus discovered that the Thousand Sons of the universe ten thousand years from now possessed the technology to turn into dust upon death.

Qianzi's eyes darkened. He didn't know this kind of psychic magic!

"Is there a possibility that they are really dead?"

After thinking for a second, the Thousand Sons asked Dantioch tentatively.

Dantioch's eyes darkened instantly.

"Find me the reason! Otherwise I'll turn you into a Word Bearer and take you away!"

When Qianzi heard Dantioch's threat, he quickly raised his hand to signal that he should give them two minutes.

Carlson looked at the farce below, waving his hands and sending several psychic missiles flying towards Dantioch.

But while in the air, a shadow leaped up from the ground.

"I like this quote from a guy in your world."

"The time of the Primarchs is over."

Shell crushed the spiritual energy in his hand. He tilted his head and waved his lightning claws continuously, as if thinking about where to start to tear the guy in front of him into pieces.

"Clone! You don't really think you're the Primarch, do you?"

Carlson sneered. Even if the Emperor's clone came here, so what? Even if the false emperor came, it would not stop them from corrupting this Titan. This world is destined to belong to chaos.

"Yeah yeah!"

"I'm a miserable clone!"

Shell laughed. The people in this universe were really funny.

"I was wondering, how long has your soul been lit?"

Shell asked.

"Is it a day, a week, or a year?"

Carlson sneered and was about to speak.

"Do you want to have flesh and blood again?"

The sound of Shell suddenly appeared behind Carlson.

"you!"

Carlson was shocked. How could he fly if it wasn't for this psychic idiot?

"I'll help you!"

Shell punched Carlson directly to the ground.

Shell looked at the large metal hole made by the punch.

Carlson stumbled out of the pit. "Lord of Change, you call this a clone!"

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Chapter 317: The Pony Chariot is dispatched! ! ! !

Fight? How the hell?

Carlson felt that he had never used so many psychic spells in his life. Although the Lord of Change continued to bless him, the guy opposite was always a little faster, a little stronger, and could beat him faster!

Shell punched at the speed of light. He used his shadow to continuously whip the Chaos Wizard, and used the power of Mortarion to hit Carlson again and again.

Every time the shell hit this unlucky guy, some flesh and blood would appear on his body. Carlson could clearly feel his flesh and blood appearing quickly, then quickly aging and dying, turning into dust again. The plump flesh and blood made Carlson constantly try to hope that the shell would hit him a few more times, but the quickly dying flesh made his soul feel unusually empty.

Carlson finally couldn't stand the torture any longer. He unleashed countless forbidden psychic spells from his books. After all, the Lord of Change was watching him at this moment. How could he possibly lose?!

"you this……"

Shell pressed Carlson's head and slammed it to the ground madly. Carlson saw his own blood again.

Why! Why! Why!!!!!!

Carlson didn't understand, but that didn't matter!

He quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist and slashed it viciously at the shell.

"Danglang"

A crisp sound was heard, and Carlson watched one of his arms turn into dust. The next second he saw his arm recover again.

Is this a miracle? No! This is torture! This is the torture for him!

It was so despairing! Carlson watched as Shell punched him in the face. He clearly felt his eyeball fly out, but a moment later, it was punched back.