Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

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Naiman pouted and wanted to say something, but his reason told him that no matter what he said, it would eventually reach Erebus, so he chose to shut up.

The most important thing now is to solve the problem at hand.

For example, how to kill Rogdorn, the CS!

Soon, Naiman brought some soldiers and boarded the Raider battle thunderboat. As an improved version of the fifth-generation warp demon engine, this assault transport aircraft can accommodate nearly twenty Space Marines.

The opposing side only had six destroyers and a battleship in total, but there was a pitch-black fist on their hull, which made Naiman feel that this seemed to be the offspring of Rogal Dorn?

If so, Naiman rubbed his hands.

Time for revenge!

In fact, Naiman's guess was not wrong. This fleet was a ship of the Black Templars in the nearby star field, and an order was issued by the High Lord of the Inquisition to send this small fleet to the territory of the Tau Empire for reconnaissance. They mainly explored the colonies of the Tau Empire and the size of the legion to facilitate the next battle to eliminate heretics.

But unfortunately, the former warriors of the Empire are now building defenses around various Mandvi points. Since the Emperor has said that no aliens can be allowed to enter or leave, no one can be allowed to enter.

This resulted in the Imperial Fists targeting a company of the Black Templar's Crusade the moment it appeared.

However, the cross emblem on the hull did not attract the attention of the Imperial Fists at first sight.

That's why Dorn asked Naiman to solve it.

If something went wrong, Dorne would never admit that he had asked Naiman to do it, but if Naiman solved the problem perfectly, Dorne would definitely brag about it to the Emperor.

It's just that Naiman's desire for revenge is stronger than Dorn thought.

Just like now, Naiman looked at the Word Bearers around him and sighed.

"Let me ask, who has ever been to Thousand Sons?"

Naiman then sighed as a Word Bearer raised his hand.

"I don't want to make a meaningless sacrifice. Why don't we show a video to let the other side know our sincerity and then surrender directly."

Naiman knew that his words were full of loopholes, but he was the Primarch, who would question the Primarch?

"My father, how much will it cost you to buy these treasures from me?"

Naiman looked bitter as he saw the Word Bearer in front of him take out a stack of tapes from his chest.

"But I am your father!"

Naiman's tone was very strong.

But the Word Bearer before him showed no sign of fear.

"Father, I'll give you a discount, 10% off! What do you think?"

"you……"

Naiman looked at his rebellious son. He was about to stand up, but in the end he asked helplessly.

"what do you want?"

"A thousand demons' true names."

"Why do not you go to hell!"

Naiman couldn't stand it anymore.

"Go give more to the Death Guard. I'm saving up for my retirement. Do you still want it, my father?"

The Word Bearer spoke carefully to Naiman, word by word.

"want!"

Naiman responded coldly, gritting his teeth.

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Chapter 337 Brothers, take a look! Brothers, take a look!

The Black Templars, as the Imperial Fists, descendants of Rogal Dorn, are loyal and unyielding, and they slay all enemies for humanity and the Emperor. However, as of now, they seem to have discovered signs of heresy and chaos, and they are in the nearby star field.

This made the Black Templars' expeditionary force alert. Before the reconnaissance began, a large number of alarms were heard in the fleet.

Their ships were boarded?

Soon, under the leadership of the company commander, the entire company began to clear out the chaos caused by the boarding.

"Iron Warriors and Word Bearers?"

In just a moment, the Black Templars knew what kind of enemy they were facing.

Yes, but also not right!

Naiman looked at the dark and gloomy bridge and burped. At his signal, several Word Bearers who had been in the Thousand Sons began to take action. The resistance on the ship was more fierce than he had imagined. These loyalists of the Empire picked up flashlights, pulled the triggers and charged while shouting for the God-Emperor.

Naiman looked at these loyal imperial warriors with admiration, but his admiration soon turned into impatience.

Most of the mortals fought desperately. Not only could these outdated weapons not break the Iron Warriors, they were also less damaging than the insults from the Word Bearers. Moreover, Naiman did not intend to kill these mortals directly.

This forced the Iron Warriors and Word Bearers to conserve their strength and knock these little creatures unconscious.

Even so, many people's heads were smashed directly by the Space Marines with one punch. Although the scene was very bloody, there was no burden or pressure. After all, you believe in the Corpse God, not our Yellow-skinned God.

The Iron Warriors and Word Bearers advanced quickly, and around a corner they found a defense line formed by three or four Black Templars.

"traitor!"

With the roar of the Black Templars, the Iron Warriors and the Word Bearers retreated instantly.

Before the Black Templars could reach them, they saw the Iron Warriors quickly build a defense line made of pure granite in front of them.

Bolts ping-ponged against the Dornstone as a Black Templar Astartes rushed forward with a chainsword in hand.

"For the God Emperor!"

The roar of loyalty just sounded from his mouth.

Several black hole cameras were directly pointed at the guy's head.

The Black Templar only saw several pairs of evil hands grabbing his power armor, and a faint light appeared.

"No! Blasphemy! No!"

A miserable cry roared from the mouth of this loyal Astartes Brother.

The rest of the Black Templars watched as their brothers were devoured by a piece of evil Dornish stone. They fired rapidly while reporting the situation to their captain.

"Brother Lil Ross has died!"

"These blasphemous traitors used methods unknown to us!"

Just as the leading Black Templar finished his report.

Then they heard the voices of the Lil Ross brothers.

"Brothers! I saw the God Emperor! I saw the great Yellow-skinned God!"

"That's a cute little loli!"

"Brothers, take a look! Come and take a look with me!!"

The Black Templars listened to Lilros's voice in horror. They knew that this group of Chaos traitors had used a power unknown to them to corrupt their loyal brothers!

……

The Dark Side of the Empire.

The God of Earth stepped on the body of an E-demon, and his hands kept waving quickly. After a few minutes, the God of Earth looked at an exquisitely carved bone sculpture of Erebus with satisfaction.

"Okay."

As the voice of the God of Earth and Wood rang out, the E demon got up from the ground in panic and praised the God of Earth and Wood madly.

Then the God of Earth and Wood turned his gaze to Dantioch not far away.

Dantioch had been standing there for a long time, and it seemed that he had some important information.

"Dantioch, what's wrong?"

The God of Earth spoke in a very gentle tone. He held two Dorne stones in his hands and was constantly spinning them around.

"We received a distress message from a planet."

Dantioch spoke.

"The message they sent is the rescue message we left for them at 30k. The intelligence indicates they are being invaded by the Eldar."

Dantioch's words made the God of Earth and Wood ponder for a moment.

"Dantioch, what's the problem? Just handle it yourself."

Tu Mu Shen didn't understand why Dantioch would ask him about such a small matter.

"Dad, we also discovered one thing. That is, the Iron Warriors of this universe also received this distress signal, although it didn't indicate whether they would go to this planet..."

Although Dantioch knew that Perturabo would not say anything no matter how he handled the matter, he still needed to report. After all, this was an Iron Warrior, not the Word Bearers or the Emperor's Children.

"Let those Dorne brats go, and Dantioch, you supervise. I'll go myself."

The God of Earth and Wood spoke.

"Your will."

Although there is already a Perturabo in his family, the current 30K affairs cannot be handled by a few Primarchs.

The second one, Yoda, has not come down from the Golden Throne yet. Both the Lord of Steel and the Lord of Red Sand are frantically looking for alien psykers to burn Yoda.

The one who worked the hardest among them was the Wolf Lord. After the God of Vengeance and the Emperor accepted Horus of that timeline, the one who worked the hardest was the Wolf Lord.

But even if the 30K Empire had so many Primarchs to carry out expeditions and handle official business, it could only liberate two Malcadors.

That's right, Malcador the Sigillite has finally been freed.

But the empire is still short of people.

And the Emperor once said.

There is not just one universe.

Perturabo knew that if humanity wanted to go further, they would need more help.

"Father, be careful."

Dantioch nodded and then stepped back.

Perturabo looked at the dark space. Not far from the Iron Blood, a huge steel defense line was being built.

"Tyranids, Chaos, Xenos."

"It's really interesting."

Perturabo chuckled, then his gaze fixed firmly on the distance.