Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"Then, how do you think we should deal with Erda's matter?"

Alpharius asked.

"Neither you nor I can handle it. That is the Emperor's business. As for who the Emperor lets him handle it, that is his business. However, we can tell this news to the other brothers. What do you think they will think of this Mother Primarch?"

Omega looked at Alpharius.

……

silence.

Death, darkness.

This is when the divine enlightenment comes.

"open!"

Lorgar turned over his cards.

"Hahaha! Two 7s and a K! Erebus! You..."

Lorgar watched as Erebus held up his own hand: three aces.

His expression was extremely painful.

This bastard is cheating!

"Alright everyone! Stop playing around! Nearly a third of the Mechanicus on Mars support us."

Warmaster Horus walked in at this time and spoke to everyone in the bustling room.

"What about the remaining two-thirds?"

Erebus frowned.

"I support you."

Horus said expressionlessly.

This is outrageous!

Two-thirds expressed their willingness to follow Erebus, the CS, in pursuit of the new Omnissia?

Ever since Horus learned about this, he felt that this world was either crazy or something was wrong!

Under the leadership of the Grand Magus Zero of the Mechanicus, the Mechanicus has gone from its normal route in the beginning to its twisted path of development now, leaving Horus at a loss as to what to say, but he has to admit that those demonic engines are indeed very powerful!

"That's enough."

Erebus did not ask the Mechanicus on Mars to come out and help them, he just wanted those guys to stay put!

Even though Erebus is a CS, he doesn't want to seriously damage the technology of the human empire because of this incident. People can be resurrected after death, but machines are gone. But Erebus doesn't want to go on archaeological excavations!

"How long until we get to Terra?"

Erebus asked.

"About three days."

Erebus heard what Horus said and nodded.

three days?

Three days later, the emperor will become a god!

……

Solar System Defense Fleet, Imperial Fists Phalanx, Raven Guard Fleet, White Scars Fleet, Space Wolves Fleet.

As the first legion to rush back.

The Khan and Corax expressed their desire to see the Emperor.

But as expected, he was directly rejected by the Emperor. After all, the Emperor knew what they were saying, so Neos didn't want these guys to know what he was doing!

The Emperor looked at the Golden Throne which was almost completed. With the help of the Black Coffin, the construction of the Golden Throne was at least several years faster.

But now there is a biggest problem, which is who will sit on it?

Initially, the Emperor intended to let Magnus sit on the Golden Throne, but according to Magnus's current thoughts and situation, if he sat on it, he might be watching all kinds of strange movies in the Warp every day. Then, no one else, from Horus to Omega, was suitable. The only candidate in the Emperor's mind was Erebus.

But Erebus would never agree.

Because Erebus definitely wants to sit on this broken throne!

I don't even want to be the emperor anymore! You want me to sit on the Golden Throne?

The Emperor sighed.

"Where are Horus and the others?"

Malcador blinked at the Emperor's question.

"There are still three days left."

"It's just... Neos, what do you think of Guilliman's Second Empire?"

Of course the Emperor knew. After all, he had seen the existence of the Second Empire in the River of Destiny in the past, although the River of Destiny was now unpredictable.

But the Second Empire was of no importance to the Emperor. The Emperor even recognized the legitimate rights and interests of Guilliman's Second Empire at will.

"It doesn't matter. Saint Jelles and the others will arrive soon."

The Emperor shook his head.

"No, no, no, what I mean is, what do you think of Guilliman releasing hundreds of thousands of Ultramarines after hundreds of thousands of Smurfs died?"

"Wait how much?"

The emperor's eyes darkened.

"The estimate is one million Ultramarines. I don't know what's going on with Guilliman right now, but it seems that unlike the plan to lead 200,000 Ultramarines to support Terra, he brought 500,000 Ultramarines."

"..."

The Emperor's eyes darkened when he saw 500,000 Ultramarines. You know, not everyone can be a Space Marine. If Guilliman really brought 500,000 Ultramarines, what would Erebus and others do?

How many people are there in total?

Most of the Word Bearers are in the Perfect Cities on various planets, defending against Chaos. The main force of the Luna Wolves is still fighting Randan, and the Emperor's Children only brought back half of their troops, nearly 80,000 people. Even Perturabo, which has the largest population, only brought back 30,000 people. This is the team that was forced to take leave without a working period, not to mention the rest.

The main forces of Warhounds and Death Guard were studying the Orc Empire from a distance.

They only brought back tens of thousands of people!

The Emperor calculated that Erebus may have less than 200,000 men under his command, and even less after throwing in all kinds of auxiliary troops!

"Have Guilliman come and finish the job 24 hours after the battle."

The Emperor sighed. He could not let the Ultramarines support Terra. If Erebus saw that he could not win, he would definitely persuade Guilliman to help him to ascend the Golden Throne.

"I understand."

Malcador nodded in understanding.

"That's right! Malcador!"

The emperor suddenly thought of something at this time.

"Why don't you sit down first..."

"QNMD!"

Malcador rolled his eyes, shook his head and walked away. The emperor was not a good son. He actually tricked an old man like him into sitting on a golden toilet.

The Emperor scratched his head. Why didn't Malcador fall for it?

three days later.

The edge of the human empire's solar system.

Mandvi Point.

As soon as the subspace rift opened, alarms sounded throughout the entire solar system.

Rogal Dorn stood on the Phalanx, he closed his eyes and hugged his chest. To be honest, he shouldn't have done that, but this was a war after all!

Because this is an extremely difficult battle for the traitors!

The horn sounded, and the corners of Rogal Dorn's mouth slowly slid upwards.

"Brothers! This is the first big gift I give you!"

When the Vengeful Wraith was the first to jump out of the warp rift, before he could give the combat order, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life. There was a small Dornish stone one-third the size of the moon standing in the distance.

Warmaster Horus opened his eyes wide.

"Damn Rogal Dorn! You're a fucking cheater!"

Warmaster Horus had barely said half of his words when the planet of Dorne instantly cracked apart. Countless Dorne stones, as if possessing their own consciousness, smashed directly towards the traitor fleet. Warmaster Horus opened his eyes wide, and he saw a platform fist on every piece of Dorne stone!

"Perturabo! Perturabo!!!!!"

Faced with this situation, Warmaster Horus could only call upon the God of Earth and Wood on his side!

"Noisy!"

Perturabo snorted coldly, he stood up from the Iron Blood, and endless lightning burst out from the body of the God of Earth!

To know!

Perturabo is the god of civil engineering and machinery!

Machinery is also one of Perturabo's powers!

The current Iron Blood is the flagship of the traitor after being improved by Perturabo.

So, under the gazes of countless people, the Iron Blood continuously flashed blue lightning, and then it transformed directly! ! ! ! ! !

"????"

Erebas looked at Lorga with a confused expression, and Lorga also looked at Erebas with a confused expression.

"It's not this kind of technology! Don't you know?"

"How do I know!"

Luo Jia looked at the Iron Blood, a giant robot that had grown in length. This kind of thing could only appear in ancient Terra novels. Where on earth would he go to find it?

"So damn handsome!"

Erebus rubbed his hands and said, "No! I must modify my ship. Although it looks useless, it's really cool!"

The appearance of the Glory Queen-class Iron Blood battle robot undoubtedly boosted the morale of the traitor lineup.

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Yellow-skinned God!"

Under Perturabo's control, the Iron Blood directly blocked the planet Dorne.

"Storm Terra! Help the Emperor become a god!"

"For Mom! Go! Go! Go!"

Warmaster Horus roared, holding the Emperor's Sword!

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Chapter 1: Spring Festival Special, The Horus Heresy (8) 2-in-1 Smurfs are all Smurfs!

Horus now doesn't want to care about the battle between Unicron and Primordial Lord at all.

The main thing is, he can’t control it!!

The love-hate relationship between the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists is commonplace.

Warmaster Horus led the battle group to advance rapidly towards the Earth-Moon system, with unimpeded progress along the way, when they arrived at Mars.

The appearance of the huge Phalanx made Horus' face freeze.

Rogal Dorn!

It's Rogal Dorn again!

Warmaster Horus's face turned grim.