Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"Gods above!"

"Stop reading! Open the door!"

One of the Word Bearers was just about to recite a prayer when the other one, seeing the Khorne army pressing forward, quickly kicked the Word Bearer. The two of them panicked and opened a Warp rift.

"Skull for skull! Blood for blood..."

Uzul screamed madly, but when he saw two Word Bearers open a warp rift in the physical world.

Behind the curtain of the subspace, Smurfs all over the sky turned their heads in unison.

Uzul's eyes bulged.

Wait! Didn't Guilliman bring half a million Ultramarines to Terra?

What are these?

What the hell is this thing all over the mountains! ! ! !

Before Uzul could figure out the situation, countless Smurfs rushed out from Mortarion's small garden. With his sharp eyes, he saw that there were countless opened subspace passages there.

How much has this guy Guilliman hidden!

"For the Blood God! Charge!"

Uzul now has no way to retreat, he can only lead the Khorne army to charge forward!

Even if it means death!

……

"Just as we thought, the gods have begun to act."

Malcador withdrew his gaze from the Warp.

The situation is not particularly ideal.

"So only that fool, the Blood God, gambled all his strength?"

The Emperor had already guessed which supreme god would be so stupid.

"So the situation isn't particularly ideal. I thought the Four Gods would invade the Five Hundred Worlds together."

Malcador rubbed his temple.

"No, those three are looking here."

"Looked at me."

The Emperor thought for a moment and then pointed to the Golden Throne.

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Chapter 1, Spring Festival Special, The Horus Heresy (9) has too many two-in-one elements.

Poke.

Poke poke.

Lorgar watched Erebus frantically poking the statue of the Emperor's rotting corpse. The densely packed pinholes on the statue made him slightly silent.

"The Black Phoenix has already boarded the Mountain Phalanx."

"Currently the Emperor's Children and the Iron Warriors are attacking the Imperial Fists."

Luo Jia spoke slowly.

"Horus intends to lead us around the Imperial Fists' space defenses."

Erebus stopped what he was doing.

"Send the demon group over, and let those bastards know who's in charge of the empire!"

After Erebus finished speaking, he stood up and looked into the distance. It seemed to be... Guilliman?

Interesting, it seems the Emperor doesn't want Guilliman to join, the Emperor can't...

He can do it!

"Lorgar! Go ask Guilliman to borrow some men!"

……

Mountain Phalanx.

Rogal Dorn stood on the bridge and looked at the rapidly approaching Emperor's Pride, which was the flagship of the Black Phoenix. Rogal Dorn sighed and thought, couldn't those CS guys send a normal person?

Mortarion is fine too!

Why does it have to be Dark Phoenix?

As the Primarchs whom Rogal Dorn least wanted to deal with, he silently put on his power gloves.

"Naiman!"

Rogal Dorn suddenly looked up.

"I'm in Dorne."

Naiman pulled his head out from the pile of documents.

"My brother, I may need to trouble you later."

Dorn's face was very serious as he looked at Naiman, the eleventh son of the Emperor. As an elder brother, Dorn did not want Naiman to know the cruel reality that was about to happen.

"What is it! Dawn?"

Naiman stood out from the pile of documents. He didn't understand why Dorn looked so sad.

He understood. Does that mean he didn't want to fight the Dark Phoenix?

What a coincidence! He doesn’t want to either!

"Father?"

Naiman saw a hint of surprise on Dorn's face. Before he could react, the Emperor came and he quickly turned around.

Seeing this, Dorn threw a power fist at Naiman's head.

“You do it!!!!”

"Relax my brother, take a deep breath, take a deep breath, it's normal to have trouble breathing."

Dorn covered Naiman's mouth with a rag. When he was sure that Naiman had fainted, Rogdorn's mouth corners rose. The weapon he had at hand was now at hand!

Dorn watched the Emperor's Pride crash into the Phalanx and shook his head. He wasn't heartbroken, but the pain was real.

……

The Dark Phoenix looked at everything inside the Mountain Phalanx with a smile. She waved her hand, and the Emperor's children behind her rushed forward.

"For the Yellow-skinned Goddess!"

Black Phoenix inserted the portrait of the yellow-skinned goddess on the steel plate and looked at the yellow cans.

"Rogal Dorn!"

"Good sister, I will help you cleanse the impurities from your body!"

Dark Phoenix clenched her fist. This time, she must make the Emperor feel her pain! She must!

The Imperial Fists warriors watched as the Emperor's Children frantically painted in the corridors. They fired their weapons while trying to clean off the graffiti.

As masters of defense, the Imperial Fists were like solid nails. At every corner and every position, the Emperor's Children needed a large number of men to rush through. Although the main reason was that most of the veterans chose to commit suicide, from another perspective, the Imperial Fists were very strong.

"For the Yellow-skinned Goddess!"

"Give me back my halberd!"

One of the Emperor's Sons was holding onto his cousin tightly. Her scattered hair made the Ditai Fist so terrified that he wanted to crawl backwards. Behind the Emperor's Son, two Ditai Fists were holding onto his legs tightly.

The Emperor's Son was holding on to the fallen Ditai Quan tightly.

"Shoot her! Shoot her!"

The Imperial Fists on the ground pulled out their bolters and aimed them at the Emperor's Children's heads.

"Cousin! I was just joking! Hehehe!"

The Emperor's Children quickly raised their hands in surrender.

"boom!"

As the gunshots rang out, the three of them felt mixed emotions as they looked at the Emperor's son lying limp on the ground.

"run……"

The three men raised their guns and watched as a pale-faced Imperial Fist, holding his crotch, staggered towards them.

"occur……"

Just as an Imperial Fist was about to step forward, or take a step forward, he discovered that his brothers had disappeared!

"what!"

The sudden screams made the two Imperial Fists swallow their saliva.

what happened?

"Did you see where he was?"

"I do not……"

The Imperial Fist who asked the question only felt that the brother behind him said two words and then stopped talking. He turned around quickly, but saw that there was no one behind him!

"run!"

The remaining Di Tai Fist looked at the rest of his brothers with a dull expression.

"Come out! Emperor's Child! I know you are here!"

"In the name of Rogal Dorn! Come out and fight me!"

Looking around, the remaining Imperial Fists saw that the area around them was empty.

Where? Where?

"Phew, my cousin, you look quite grown up."

"..."

The moment Fabius's soft voice rang out, the Imperial Fists' scalp went numb. He raised his gun, but Fabius was faster than him! She dragged the unfortunate Imperial Fist into the darkness.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of loyal explosive bullets flying out still couldn't stop the desperate scream of the last ground fist.

A moment later, Fabius put the three halberds into his medicine jar with a satisfied look on his face.

Soak in wine!

……

"Dorn!"

"Dorn!!!!"

"Don, where are you?"

The Dark Phoenix held a string of Horus's long halberds and swords, and she kept shouting Rogal Dorn's name.

Finally, Black Phoenix saw her long-awaited good brother in a square!

"Ahem! Dorn?"

The Dark Phoenix fell silent the first time she saw Dorn. She wondered what was tied to the power glove on his hand.

The Dark Phoenix looked at the halberd and longsword of Horus in her hand, and then she looked at Old Eleven in Dorn's hand opposite her.

"..."

Dorne raised his eyelids. Sure enough, the bastard Black Phoenix was wandering around with someone else's halberd. But he was prepared for this. The reason why he left Old Eleven on the Mountain Phalanx was to deal with this group of CS!

Dorn raised Naiman, and Dark Phoenix raised the Halberd of Horus in his own hand.

"Looks like you've been prepared! Dorn!"