Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

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"Horus! I'm going to... kill you!"

Fabian's voice was very weak, his consciousness was blurred, and he felt that he was about to die, but he seemed to see the angel waving at him frantically.

Is that father?

Father? Am I making you proud?

My father!

what are you saying!

Just when Fabian's consciousness was completely dark.

He only felt the coolness at the corners of his mouth, warmth in his body, and a clear mind.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a boiled egg head stuffing lively things into his mouth. Those were the yellow-skinned spirits. One after another, the yellow-skinned spirits struggled to pry open Fabian's mouth and tried hard to drill into his mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

When Fabian saw Horus's face clearly.

"Ho…s!"

"Wait! Don't..."

Horus wanted to tell Fabian not to move, but he accidentally crushed Fabian's arms. He looked at the collapsed shoulder armor and Fabian's legs twitching back and forth.

"Don't die! Don't die! It's okay! I still have a trick! I still have a trick!!!"

Horus touched his head, and at this moment, an idea flashed in his mind!

Bless me! I am a god after all! Just bless me!

The power of revenge surged into Fabian's body, and Fabian's eyes turned black.

He seemed to have come to the scene where his father was fighting with Horus, and he himself seemed to be... Saint Jarles!

Fabian looked at the huge black figure. He rushed up without saying a word and was smashed into a pulp.

The first time! The second time! The third time! ...

Fabian didn't know how many times he had faced this scene. Is this... hell?

Horus looked at Fabian, whose breathing was weak, and he looked at the yellow-skinned spirit in his hand.

The yellow-skinned man tried to kick the yellow-skinned spirit in Fabian's throat, trying to force it in, but when Fabian blocked it, the slight knocking sound proved that another yellow-skinned spirit was squeezed out directly from Fabian's butt.

Then the yellow-skinned spirit in Horus's hand spread his hands helplessly, indicating that they had tried their best.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Horus knew that he must not let this Blood Angel die, otherwise the angel would definitely kill him!

While Horus was thinking, he didn't notice that two figures appeared behind him.

That was the angel Saint Les and the Blood God.

Saint Jarles' veins bulged as he tightly gripped the spear in his hand, looking at the Flesh Tearer that was torn beyond recognition by Horus.

The Blood God, on the other hand, embraced his chest in glee, the God of Vengeance?

"Horus?"

The angel's cold voice sounded.

When Horus heard the angel's words, he stood up and kicked Fabian away.

"Hey! My brother! How did you come down? Everything is fine!"

Horus threw away the yellow-skinned spirit in his hand and looked at Saint Les harmlessly.

"Oh! Really?"

The angel's voice was cold. He took a deep breath and then stabbed Horus directly with his spear.

"use this!"

The Blood God took out a war hammer and threw it to the angel.

"Wait! Saint Elias! Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding!"

……

Mortarion thatched hut.

Guilliman was watching the Death Guard outside transporting the Word Bearers with boredom when he saw Horus walk in.

A little surprised.

"?"

"Why did you die?" ×2?

Guilliman and Horus were both surprised.

The 40K universe is indeed too complex! It's a bit hard to grasp!

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Chapter 325: Hymn to the Emperor!!!

Am I dead?

Fabian asked himself this question. He didn't know how many times Horus had killed him. A thousand times? Ten thousand times? Ten million times?

Black flames entangled his soul, and each time Fabian was killed, the flames boiled a little more.

He felt that he was getting stronger, but the guy opposite him was also getting stronger.

I can’t catch up, I can’t catch up at all. Was this the kind of monster my father was fighting against back then?

Fabian felt a little desperate. How could he possibly... win?

Give up! Fabian will never give up, after all, he is the heir of Saint Jarles! ! ! !

He is fearless!!!

"HORUS!!!!!!"

The angel covered his head, he was very desperate now, he had seen this kind of thing before, at least when his psychic clone exploded it did cause the Black Rage of the Blood Angels, but with the help of the Dorn Stone, the Black Rage of the Blood Angels now would not cause too big a problem.

At most, he would shout, "I am Rogal Dorn! Kill you, traitor Horus!"

At least his mind was clear. Although his thoughts were a little bit Imperial Fist, the angel accepted it with a pinch of his nose.

The angel looked at several Death Guards with frowns on their faces as they took the Yellow-skinned Spirit out of Fabian's mouth. They didn't understand what kind of person could treat this junior of the 40K like this.

"The God of Death and Rebirth!"

"The great... respected Lord Saint Jerez."

The Death Guard suddenly thought of something, stopped chanting and stepped in front of Saint Jerome.

He took off his helmet.

The angel looked at the familiar face.

"Mossac?"

The angel rubbed his temple. Mossak was a relatively outstanding parade chaplain of the Word Bearers. At least he had served in the Luna Wolves, Thousand Sons, Ultramarines, and Iron Warriors. But he was a Word Bearer, and now he was wearing the uniform of the Death Guard...

"Great Lord Saint Jerez, the Word Bearers have many part-time jobs... more or less. Your offspring's health is not a big problem, it's just... it's just..."

Mossack's hesitation made Saint-Gilles a little displeased.

"Just say Mossack! I forgive you."

"Maybe my brain isn't working very well."

"What did I just say? Mossack!"

"I forgive you."

"No, the previous sentence."

"Just say Mossack."

Mossack had no idea what the angel was up to.

"Is this how your father taught you?"

"You mean Lorgar?"

Mossak didn't understand what this matter had to do with Luojia?

"No, it's Mortarion."

The angel placed the spear at his feet, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Death Guard, your words anger me! You know what to do!"

Mossack was silent for a long time. As expected, except for Lord Erebus, these Primarchs all had some problems with their brain circuits. When he thought of these troublesome fathers, Mossack sighed slightly in his heart.

"The Chaos on this planet, the Death Guard want one-third, the Word Bearers want one-third, and we'll give you, the Angel, a 50% discount. We'll cure them."

"Including the brain?"

"Including the brain!"

Mossack nodded.

"No Dornish stone."

Saint-Jaleth thought for a moment and then spoke.

"..."

Mossak thought about it and decided that if he didn't use the Dorne Stone, he would have to pay more!

"I……"

Just as Mossack was about to ask for more money, the angel glared at him, and Mossack held it back.

Okay, okay, you are the boss and you have the final say.

"Yes! Lord Saint Jerez! But I may need your help."

Mosack sighed and looked at the other Death Guards. What should he do? He should shake the person. If he wants to cure the guy in front of him, it will probably take a lot of time. Sigh! Mosack thought of a candidate instantly.

The God of Death and Rebirth's first ox and horse... No! It's the First Chosen, Typhon!

……

Krieg charged, Krieg died.

Krieger never gives up!

Under the impact of the green tide, the Krieg Legion served as the strongest black line of defense to block the greenskin wave.

The cold and silent charge made Radon feel the sadness of the universe.

"Guys! We need to help these guys!"

Radolon said.

On this transport assault ship, Radon ordered the demons in the park to turn off their disguise.

"Don't let down the blood of Saint Jeremiah! For the angels! For the yellow-skinned god!"

Radon was the first to jump off the edge of the deck.

The flesh-and-blood demon's jetpack emitted crimson flames.