Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

When the Emperor was about to twist Horus's head off, he saw Puff Horus beside him.

"You come here too!!"

The enraged Emperor no longer cared which universe this was from! Beat! I'm going to beat you all to death today!

……

Erebus.

He is thinking.

What the future of the empire should look like.

What will the future of mankind look like?

He stood outside the walls of the Terra Palace. The pyramid-like world gave him back golden light. He was waiting, waiting for the gods to take action.

Horus is not important, the Dark Phoenix is ​​not important, all the Primarchs are not important to Erebus, except Lorgar.

The Pope of the Human Empire, the only human capable of carrying the gods of the Empire and the gods of the Warp.

Erebus, wearing the golden power armor given by the Emperor, and Lorgar, the Imperial Pope, wearing a golden and white cross-painted armor, set out for the pilgrimage temple they should have arrived at long ago.

The commander of the imperial guards, Valdo, and the chancellor of the empire, Malcador, were already waiting for him on the city wall.

"Erebus, go back."

Malcador tried to get Erebus to surrender, while Valdor looked down at Erebus with a gloomy face.

As a Custodian, Valdor was always loyal to the Emperor. In his eyes, the war launched by Erebus was undoubtedly weakening the power of the Empire.

But when he thought of the Emperor's favor for Erebus, Valdor sighed.

This is the second time.

The second time!

"I'm here for one thing."

"You and I both know Malcador."

Malcador looked at Erebus, his deep eyes filled with a hint of sadness.

"This is Terra."

"Yes, this is Terra."

"Such a sacrifice..."

"A short pain is worse than a long one, Malcador, you know that."

Erebus looked up at Malcador, and Malcador knew what he meant.

Erebus looked back and saw the Spirit of Vengeance slowly descending in space. When the huge ship entered the atmosphere, the entire Terra was covered with four-colored divine light.

In the distance, various lights of various colors emerged from Terra's nests, and the entire planet seemed to be on fire. The four colors of red, green, pink and blue divine light added a touch of brilliance to the brown planet.

The might of the gods of the High Heaven is beyond the reach of ordinary humans. Even the gods who have been promoted to the Imperial Pantheon do not know the true strength of these veteran gods of the Warp. They can only judge through the Emperor, but is the Emperor really a match for the four gods of the High Heaven?

Although it seems that the entire Galactic Empire is the only dominant force now.

But Erebus knew that the human empire was as huge as a leaky ship, which could leak at any time and anywhere.

Profits can prevent the gods from taking action against the human empire for a while, but will they really give the empire time to develop stably?

Only a ghost can believe it!

Erebus knew never to judge the preferences of the gods of the High Heaven with his own thoughts. If they were evil, then he would be even more evil than they were!

If they like violence, then be more violent than them.

If they like sacrifices, like human emotions!

Then Erebus would have to sacrifice all that chaos and devour all the demonic emotions.

"attack!"

Erebus moved his lips and issued his own orders.

When each of the Word Bearers raised their eyes and raised the guns in their hands.

"For the Blood God!"

"For the Lord of Change!"

"Destroy the false emperor!"

"Skull to the Skull Throne! Blood to the Blood God!"

Countless Word Bearers roared and swarmed out. No one knew what the Gods of the High Heavens wanted better than the Word Bearers.

This time Erebus gave it!

He gives sacrifices! He also gives emotional value!

Erebus isn't afraid of himself failing! He's just afraid that the gods of the High Heaven won't fall!

Chaos cares more about emotions and souls than humans do.

Erebus took advantage of this.

Humans can have as many as they want, even if they are lords? Governors? So what?

Even if it was said that if Erebus died now, the gods of the warp would die together, and the human empire would have a bright future, Erebus would do it without hesitation! Even if it was the Emperor!

Now I’m afraid that chaos will disgust you!

The demons in the park resumed their old jobs, and the Word Bearers began to cheer for the gods of the High Heaven.

Luo Jia raised the scepter in his hand, and the power of the gods of the empire was bestowed upon him. He looked at the force field shield outside the Terra Palace, and without any hesitation, he raised his hand and fired a cannon of faith.

Malcador narrowed his eyes and quietly increased the energy of the barrier, but even so, the force field was blasted down by Lorga.

Seeing this scene, Waldo put on his helmet and came down from the city wall like a warrior. Countless guards jumped down high with Waldo. They formed a torrent of corn to block the countless Word Bearers.

The power halberds were swung continuously, and one Word Bearer after another died at the hands of the Imperial Guards. The appearance of the Sisters of Silence made the Imperial Guards even more arrogant.

but……

The Imperial Guards soon discovered that something was wrong with this group of Word Bearers!

The sharp-eyed Waldo saw a half-painted Ultramarines rushing over.

Ultramarines???????

Why aren't there Ultramarines here?

Valdo didn't understand for a moment, is there a Ultramarines rebellion in the script?

Although Waldo didn't figure it out, the power halberd in his hand still stabbed the half-painted Ultramarines to death.

Erebus sighed, there was indeed a gap between the Space Marines and the Custodes.

but……

Erebus waved.

How many people are there in your imperial guards?

I have borrowed countless Smurfs behind me!

Waldo saw the Smurfs coming all over the mountain again, and said, "Okay, okay! Erebus, you CS, you don't want to act anymore, right?"

That being the case!

Waldo slammed the power halberd heavily on the ground.

"For the Emperor!"

"Exchange your humble lives for the Emperor's gaze!"

Accompanied by Waldo's roar.

Erebus's eyelids twitched.

Several familiar demonic figures appeared behind Waldo.

Laplace's demon, Dal, Damocles and other thirteen E-level demons blessed by the Emperor.

Although they were once warriors under the gods, now they all believe in the same and only one god, the Yellow Skin Man!

"Tear them apart! The E-level demons who believe in the Yellow Skin God!"

Waldo snorted coldly, swung the power halberd in his hand, and shouted loudly.

"..."

Malcador looked at Valdor below the city wall. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. How about suggesting to the Emperor to change the commander of the imperial guards?

Malcador thought about it and studied the possible solutions.

Just at this moment, he turned his head and saw two aliens.

Trazyn and Orikan.

"..."

Malcador looked at the two furtive Necrons.

Turned his head.

Forget it, I didn’t see anything.

"Hey! I told you Orikan! This old idiot can't find me!"

Trazyn patted Orrickan on the shoulder.

"Who did you just say... was the old idiot?"

Malcador's voice rang out between Trazyn and Orikan.

Malcador originally wanted to let these two guys go, but now... do you really think I have a good temper?

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Chapter 1: Spring Festival Special, The Horus Heresy (12) The Two-in-One Counterattack

Carnival, carnival of the gods.

The moment countless warp cracks were opened, the legions of the gods suddenly appeared in countless hive cities on Terra.

The gods' great demons watched the blasphemous rituals in the hive city with admiration, and they looked at the terrified humans.

Terra!

Now, they have finally stepped into this realm of the cursed.

The killing continued.

Saint Jarles and the Emperor looked at the smoke-filled hives together, his eyes filled with pain. Although he understood the thoughts of the Emperor and Erebus, he could not bear to see these so-called mortals being killed by demons in such a tragic scene!

"Go."

The Emperor placed his hand on the Angel's shoulder.

The angel was puzzled.

"Father, this is different from your plan..."

Saint-Jale looked at his father. He didn't want the whole plan to fail because of himself.

"It's alright, my child. Plans never change as fast as changes. Just do what you want to do."

The Emperor looked at the angels beside him. Kindness is a good thing, and he believes that the angels can grasp the key points.

The angel nodded heavily, then walked directly out of the bridge with his offspring.

"The fire of revenge is burning. Maybe I should do something."

The Emperor looked at Horus who was hung up, without even looking at him. What fire of revenge? You just want to run away and avoid being whipped.

The Emperor did not want to let Horus go, but he used his psychic powers to cut the ropes that bound Horus.

The Emperor then turned his gaze to Puff Horus standing beside him.

"You should go too and see what the world looks like after it is controlled by Chaos."