Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

The emperor sneered and finally took action.

The Emperor, holding the Sword of the Gods, then walked forward, accompanied by heavy footsteps. The appearance of the Death Guard and War Hounds allowed the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence to guard the Emperor.

But the Emperor just waved his hand.

For him.

None of this helps.

After all, today the Emperor intends to let these Primarchs see why he is their father!

As the Custodians and Sisters of Silence retreated, the Death Guard and War Hounds pressed forward. Facing the Emperor, the Supreme Lord of the Empire, they still chanted the name of the Yellow-skinned God and charged forward with their weapons raised.

There is nothing to fear!

When the emperor saw this group of brave warriors, he immediately saluted everyone.

Blazing golden psychic flames emanated from the Sword of the Gods. The Emperor looked at these warriors of the Empire indifferently. The monstrous psychic power swept up, and the golden waves instantly enveloped the Death Guard and war dogs. Without a trace of wailing, thousands of "rebels" were killed by the Emperor in the blink of an eye. There was nothing on the empty deck of the Spirit of Vengeance, as if nothing had happened just now.

"You go……"

"You go! You go!"

"Motarion! If you're not afraid of death, go ahead!"

The Emperor looked at the two Primarchs pushing each other in the corner of the hall. His two most beloved sons were pushing each other at this moment. The Red Angel Angron and Mortarion, Lord of Death and Rebirth, were wrestling with each other, and it seemed that neither of them wanted to face the Emperor.

"I said... start quickly! Finish quickly!"

The Emperor said that it would be enough to finish the job quickly and push Erebus onto the Golden Throne, and by the way, see if he could trick the four Supreme Gods.

The Emperor plunged the Sword of the Gods into the ground.

"Which of you comes first?"

The Emperor smiled and looked at the two of them.

Mortarion sighed and carried the scythe on his shoulders. To be honest, he really didn't want to fight the Emperor. After all, the Emperor was now in his complete form and was not someone he and Angron could defeat.

but……

He can cheat.

"Angron!"

Mortarion shouted Angron's name, and the Emperor subconsciously looked at the Red Lord Angron, who was touching the back of his head with a silly smile on his face.

'A trick!'

The tip of the emerald green sickle was about to poke into the Emperor's eyes. The Emperor looked at Mortarion with a little satisfaction. It seemed that Mortarion was able to learn this kind of fighting skill because he had been influenced by Erebus and others.

"die!"

Angron also suddenly appeared above the Emperor, and a scarlet light flashed in Angron's eyes as he waved his axe high in the air.

No one could see the speed of the two Primarchs, but the Emperor saw it clearly!

He looked at the kids with admiration.

The Sword of the Gods blocked Mortarion's scythe, while Angron's heavy axe was directly blocked by the Emperor's psychic power.

The two Primarchs were instantly thrown aside by the Emperor. Mortarion knelt and slid on the ground for a moment. He swung his scythe forward again. The powerful sound of breaking wind made the Emperor frown. The gray psychic energy represented Mortarion's authority. For the first time, the God of Death showed his hideous face in front of the Emperor. The Emperor shook his head. For ordinary people, Mortarion did have some abilities, but for him.

"Your Majesty!"

The huge psychic hand slapped Mortarion to the ground. The golden power contained all the power of the Emperor, and the ferocious face was directly shattered by the Emperor!

Mortarion looked at the Emperor's vast psychic energy pouring down with a look of despair!

Horus! I hope you never have a halberd again! How should I fight this yellow-skinned guy?

You tell me how we should fight!

It's justified for a son to beat his father, but it's justified for a father to beat his son!

Mortarion is now feeling extremely aggrieved, and normal means are completely useless against the Emperor.

but……

What if it’s abnormal?

Mortarion closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the green new life and the lifeless power of death turned into a ball and swayed in Mortarion's hands.

"in this way……"

Mortarion looked back at the Emperor.

Beside the Emperor, countless balls in Mortarion's hands were floating in the air. Mortarion choked up, as if everything he knew, the Emperor should know more or less, right?

"That's not how you use death."

The Emperor sighed, and he mobilized Mortarion's power of faith from the black coffin. The power of death spread from under the Emperor's feet, and the clean and tidy deck was instantly corrupted into ash. Mortarion watched the Emperor's meticulous control, and he felt the use of this power.

Wait, why are my feet so soft?

Mortarion was a little stunned. When he looked down, he saw that there was a carpet painting under the deck. The huge carpet painting was all about the leaders of the empire.

The relationship between the yellow-skinned goddess and her son Horus is so deep.

Even Mortarion saw a picture of Horus breastfeeding at the end.

"..."

Blasphemy! This was Mortarion's first thought.

"It's over! Horus, you're done!"

This was Mortarion's second thought!

And the third thought is that the blonde and busty female emperor is actually quite good!

Mortarion shuddered at the thought. He saw nothing! Nothing!

"Emperor! You are indeed very strong! I surrender!"

Angron spoke first, but the Emperor looked down at Angron with an expressionless face, his hands directly on Angron's temples.

"Tell me what you saw, Angron!"

Faced with the Emperor's questioning, Angron's heart was filled with alarm. What did he see?

"Horus sucking breast picture!"

There was a pop.

Mortarion saw his brother Angron's head being crushed by the Emperor like a watermelon!

"Fake Emperor!"

Mortarion roared, swung his scythe, turned around, opened a warp portal, and jumped back into his own domain. "QNMD Horus, you can ask anyone to fight you! Whoever wants to fight me! Anyway, I'm quitting this job!"

correct!

Mortarion suddenly thought of something and kicked the Corruptor out. "Brother! You are me! I am you! Help me carry this!"

The Emperor watched Mortarion flee but did not stop him. He looked at the Corruptor lying on the ground, silent and confused. As Mortarion from another universe and another timeline, the Corruptor stared at the Emperor with hatred.

The Emperor slowly came to his side, patted the Corruptor on the shoulder, stretched out his hand, then stopped in the air and used his psychic power to pull the ball out of the Corruptor's mouth.

"Fake Emperor!"

"Enough! Mortarion! I'm not your father!"

"Then who are you? The Fake Emperor! I will never forget your power!"

"I am the father of Mortarion in this universe. You want to kill me! I'll give you one chance! But you want to take revenge on your father in another universe! I'll give you another chance too!"

The Corruptor listened to the Emperor's words, his expression falling silent.

"Your Legion's corruption has been eradicated, you must know that! I don't owe you anything!"

"You owe us the fact that you can live here!"

The Emperor placed the scythe that Mortarion had thrown upon the Corruptor's neck.

"This bastard! He just threw away his own weapon?"

The Emperor cursed with a bit of bad luck. For his descendants, the Emperor was quite fond of Mortarion.

"Mortarion doesn't want to kill you, and neither do I. You should know how much it will cost us to keep you in this world!"

The Emperor's face was kind but his voice was stern, and the corrupt remained silent.

Price? What kind of price?

The corrupt are thinking.

Of course, the emperor didn't say it explicitly, but it just meant there were a few more mouths to feed.

You have to pay tax on food too! And you gluttons from another universe eat even more!

"what do you want?"

"Mortarion? Never mind that name. I'm not comfortable with it. Since you're so skinny, I'll just call you the Pale Lord. Tell me, poison gas canister, what do you want?"

The Pale Lord said nothing, just looked at the Emperor in front of him.

"I've told Mortarion about the Webway Project, and I've let him find his own people to manage the military and political system. I'll send the Imperial Guards to give him some gifts during festivals. I thought my child was skinny enough, but you're even thinner than him. Doesn't your father feed you?"

Every word the Emperor spoke was like a cannonball hitting the Pale Lord's heart, and he fell silent.

What does he want? Love? Family? Or...

This universe has all of these, and the Emperor of this universe is not like his own side, who hides things and says nothing. He also tells everyone here about the situation in the subspace and even has a plan to tell humans what the future will look like. If he is captured by Nurgle, will the Lord of Mankind risk his life to rush into that guy's domain to save him?

The Pale Lord thought a lot in an instant.

Finally he came to a conclusion.

will not!

The Lord of Mankind would not save him, but the Emperor before him would save his own children, his own descendants.

"Tell me what you want?"

The Emperor asked the Pale Lord this question again.

"I want everything your offspring has! You can give it to me!!!"

The Pale Lord seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly shouted loudly.

"..."

The Emperor was silent, extremely silent. It turned out that people who were not from this universe had no idea what Mortarion in this universe had experienced.

It was with these words that the Emperor saw a Warp rift opening behind the Pale Lord, and Mortarion kneeling on the ground madly, kowtowed to the Emperor with his hands clasped together.

Promise him! Daddy! Promise him! Promise him now!

"you sure?"

The Emperor wanted to play hard to get, but he hesitated for a moment. His lack of confidence made the Pale Lord snort coldly.

"Fake Emperor!"

Snapped!

The Emperor embraced the Pale Lord directly. The Pale Lord had never been so close to the Emperor before. He was somewhat resisting the warmth coming from the Emperor. What are you doing! What are you doing!

"Child! I can give you everything Mortarion has!"

"I can give you anything Mortarion doesn't have!"

When Mortarion heard this, he looked at the Emperor with tears in his eyes. He was indeed a good father to him!

Dad! From now on, if you say east, I will never go west!

Of course, the CS opening of Erebus is a different matter!

"What do you mean?"

The Pale Lord was a little confused.

"But I have a request."

"..."

The Pale Lord's heart was in turmoil. It turned out that the emperors of every world had their own little tricks. They called it a request, but wasn't it just to exploit his group of Primarchs?