Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"I need to establish an absolute line of defense against Chaos and the Tyranids."

After hearing what Erebus said, Perturabo instantly became interested!

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Chapter 335: Halberd Bar, is it out?

Warhammer 40.

There has never been one evil god in this universe, but five. When the Emperor of the Human Empire stood up from the Golden Throne, it represented the birth of the fifth evil god.

But if he hasn't stood up yet, it means that the guardian of the human empire is still watching over humanity.

It doesn't matter whether the God-Emperor stands up or not. Even if he does, the Emperor will pin him to the chair and crush him to death. The Emperor thinks that the road to Erebus is no longer feasible, but he has set his sights on the God-Emperor. He has been sitting for ten thousand years, so wouldn't he get used to it if he sits for tens of thousands more?

The Emperor threw away the thoughts in his mind and looked at the Goddess of Good in front of him. As the incarnation of the patron saint of the Tau Empire, the Emperor was circling around the Goddess of Good, entangled in golden chains.

The incarnation of the Goddess of Goodness was covered with scars, from the face to the feet, with no good place at all. In order to prevent the incarnation from escaping suddenly, the Emperor and Lorgar directly imprisoned the incarnation, and then used the power of the gods of the empire to anchor the incarnation of the Goddess of Goodness in the physical universe.

Luo Jia was very familiar with the matter of anchoring the clone. As the only CS in the empire who could carry the power of the gods, he knew exactly how to prevent the Goddess of Good Dao from escaping at the lowest cost.

But now the question is.

How should I feed this guy's clone into the little yellow skin's mouth.

This is the biggest problem at the moment!

While the emperor was lost in thought, Luo Jia had already tied the napkin around the little yellow-skinned boy's neck, and then placed a knife and fork in his left and right hands.

"My dear sister!"

Luo Jia spoke.

"Did you see that man?"

"Go and eat her!"

Luo Jia patted the little yellow-skinned girl's shoulder and gave her encouragement with his eyes, which made the emperor's face twitch.

Before the emperor could step forward, a pink psychic tentacle hung Luojia upside down and began to whip him wildly.

The Lord of Pleasure whipped Lorjia madly with a malicious look on his face. Lorjia cursed the Lord of Pleasure while trying to break free from the evil god's restraints.

The emperor raised his eyes, then lowered his head. Forget it, forget it. Never mind.

"How do you usually eat this?"

The Emperor pointed at the incarnation of the Goddess of Good and then asked the Lord of Pleasure.

"Eat the grass right after it's done!"

"Or you can eat while you're at it, or you can be..."

The Emperor smashed the Lord of Pleasure's head with an expressionless psychic fist and said, "Please don't say the word 'fuck' to me now!"

Blasphemy! Disgusting!

The emperor looked at the Goddess of Good Way and walked directly to her.

"You have two choices now."

The Emperor spoke slowly.

When the Goddess of Goodness saw a golden evil god from the Warp walking towards her, her clone swallowed.

"Will you choose to hand over the power, or will you let me make soup out of you?"

Silence. The Goddess of Good Dao stared at the Emperor in a daze. Wait, what is this golden thing saying?

He wants to make soup with me?

Wait, wait, wait? Did I misunderstand?

"Of course you have a third option."

The Emperor held up a third finger.

"That means you have no choice."

……

"Here comes the chicken soup!"

Ke Zi and Luo Jia sat beside the table, looking at the Emperor in an apron holding a big pot. In fact, the Goddess of Good Way did not hand over the authority of her clone, so the Emperor could only cruelly help the Goddess of Good Way to get her authority.

Although the scene was a little bloody, they had already asked Ke Zi to take Little Yellow Skin out to play, so Little Yellow Skin did not see the cruel scene.

In fact, the authority of the Goddess of Good in the Tau Empire is not particularly pure, just as the Emperor thought. Even though most of her concepts are good, as long as they enter the warp, the evil stuff is still mixed in.

So the emperor gave part of the power of the Good Way to the Black Coffin to take care of it, and then he made this pot of chicken soup. The chicken is a real chicken, but this soup is all the power of the Goddess of Good Way.

Luojia, Kezi, Ryan and Dorn looked at the chicken soup placed in front of the little yellow fox.

"father!"

The little yellow skin only smelled a very strong fragrance, and soon the emperor considerately brought a bowl of chicken soup to the little yellow skin. Everyone looked at the little yellow skin, even the black coffin appeared out of nowhere and looked at the little yellow skin in the air.

Soon the little yellow fox drank up the chicken soup.

Everyone observed the little yellow-skinned boy to see if there was anything wrong with him. The emperor lowered his eyes, and Luo Jia and others held their breath.

"Dad! It's delicious!"

The little yellow-skinned boy's eyes lit up, and then he looked at the emperor and his brothers. The moment the young voice sounded, everyone seemed to soften, and they all looked at the little yellow-skinned boy with a smile.

"It's still okay to absorb a small amount of authority."

Lorgar came to the Emperor's side and said.

"Would you like some more?"

The emperor certainly understood what Luo Jia meant, but the little yellow-skinned boy was too young now, and it would not be good for his health if he ate too much at once.

So this clone of the Goddess of Good Dao can be regarded as an appetizer.

Next, comes the highlight!

Thinking of this, the emperor clapped his hands.

"Eliminate all forces surrounding the Tau Empire, whether it's Chaos, the human empire of this universe, or those damned aliens!"

"This alien is our prey. I don't care what methods you use. I don't want to see anyone else get involved except the guys from the Tau Empire."

The Emperor's voice was cold and indifferent. As the current master of the 30 Human Empire, he had the ability and confidence to say such words. If their plan succeeds, who cares about you Warp Gods! I will smash you to pieces!

Everyone accepted the order and left immediately. This was not only for the Emperor, for humanity, but also for their sister!

……

Rogal Dorn.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists returned to the Word Bearers' flagship. It would take several days for his descendants to arrive, but that did not hinder his next plan. Damn the aliens!

Just as Dorn was planning to build a solid defense line in the territory of the Tau Empire, a sneaky figure caught his attention.

That seems to be the eleventh one?

"Naiman!"

Dorn called out Old Eleven's name immediately.

Naiman's whole body stiffened, then he turned his head and looked at Dorn who was sitting in the command room. His delicate face was slightly nervous.

"Has the halberd bar grown out yet?"

Dorn pondered for a moment, then asked a question that drove Naiman crazy.

"Kill you, stinking stone!"

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Chapter 336: Old Minotaur, Naiman!

I am Rogal Dorn!

I speak for myself.

Rogal Dorn, the rock of the Empire, Perturabo's close friend, and leader of the Imperial Fists.

He is meticulous and although he has experienced a lot of CS things, most of them were forced. In order to better connect and get along with his brothers, he has to admit that the ideas of this group of CS do make sense.

But at this moment, Rogal Dorn is carrying out a great cause.

That is to pull Naiman, the arrogant little brother. The good news is that Naiman's halberd has grown out. The bad news is half and half.

This is good news for Dorne.

Naiman looked at the flight paths on the screen with a bitter face.

The Imperial Fists are building a new line of defense, and the Iron Warriors seem to be doing the same.

So the park devil was in trouble.

The demons of the Emperor's Warriors are no longer enough for two legions to divide, and now they are frantically purchasing loyal demons from other legions.

You have to know that in this universe, the real names of the demons in the past are not of much use, and it is also a bit difficult to catch them ready-made, so now the demons in the park have become a hot commodity for a while.

Dig stones, dig stones, assemble stones, assemble stones.

The Imperial Fists rapidly built their defenses while frantically suppressing Chaos.

Soon, the actions of the Imperial Fists attracted the attention of surrounding forces.

When a human imperial fleet appears.

Dorn looked at the destroyers. The huge churches gave Dorn a slight headache, but there was good news: people were coming!

"Naiman!"

Dorn looked at the diligent Niuma Naiman and coughed deliberately. After all, what he was about to do next was a little bit unkind.

"Take some Iron Warriors and capture all the people on those ships!"

Naiman rolled his eyes and asked, "Why don't you go by yourself for such things?"

This is a pit. Since it is a pit, Naiman would never step into it even if he dies.

"Don't go."

The two words of firmness directly rejected Dorne.

Dawn raised an eyebrow.

"Let me think about it. It seems that the Word Bearers sent back some soldiers from the 11th Regiment to you. Naiman, you see, my memory has become worse. For a moment, I didn't know where I sent those soldiers!"

Dorn blinked and looked at Naiman, who was silent for a moment.

As a Primarch, Naiman is the only one among all the Primarchs who has a legion but has never seen the descendants of his legion.

As a lone commander, Naiman took a deep breath and then stretched out his hand.

"I want my offspring to return to the Legion."

Dorn smiled and nodded. Naiman looked at Dorn. Why did he feel like he had fallen into a trap again?

……

"For Lord Erebus!"

"For the Yellow-skinned God! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Yellow-skinned Goddess!"

The moment each Word Bearer came into Naiman's sight, he despaired. He had never thought that his offspring would become a member of the Word Bearers. The glory of the legion had long been forgotten by them. Even when the Word Bearers looked up at Naiman, they held their heads high and chests puffed out, completely ignoring their father.

"children!"

Naiman opened his mouth and regretted it as soon as he said something.

"Father! When will you let Lord Erebus become the commander of the 11th Legion? If this continues, our 11th Legion's popularity among the Word Bearers will be even lower!"

A simple sentence directly broke Naiman's heart and broke his defense instantly!

When did your father ever become the commander of the 11th Legion!

Ever since I returned to Terra, I have been a lone commander!