Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

The second punch, the third punch, the two men fought each other in silence.

The Imperial Fists silently watched the Primarch on the field, while the Word Bearers shouted, cheering and provoking at the same time.

The two men exchanged countless punches, and Dorn began to have a little respect for Erebus in front of him.

Much stronger than Luojia!

But Dorn knew he couldn't lose! At least not to an ordinary Astartes. He could beat Lorgar, but not the offspring of Lorgar?

What a joke!

Thinking of this, Dorn hit him with a headbutt.

hard!

The two men wrestled like bulls, and soon Dorn found himself a little dizzy, while Erebus was full of energy.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"Actually, I'm your father's illegitimate son, your father's favorite child. I might inherit the throne of the empire in the future. And you and I are brothers. When the time comes, I'll make you guard the gates of Terra for the rest of your life, forever!"

As soon as Erebus said this, Dorn's face was filled with disbelief. You are lying! You are lying!

"That's right! I lied to you!"

"Erebus!"

The enraged Dorn launched a violent attack, each of his punches having the power to kill a bull. When Erebus saw that Dorn had lost his composure, he used his body to withstand most of the force, and then punched Rogal Dorn hard on the head.

"I am! Ron Dorn!"

"Repeat after me, skulls for the throne! Blood for the Emperor!"

Far away in the stands.

The Emperor looked at Erebus with a dark face.

"Is this what you meant by—the hope of mankind?"

Beside him, the Sigillite, Malcador, looked at Erebus speechlessly.

He originally thought that the hope of mankind should be promising young people, but he never imagined that it would be such an abstract thing.

"Are you sure it's not your illegitimate child?"

Malcador thought for a moment and asked doubtfully. After all, the emperor's reputation in his early years was a bit bad.

"If I had a son like that, I would strangle him to death the moment he was born."

The emperor felt that it was really unlucky to have such a son.

"That's true."

Malcador nodded in agreement. He could see that although Dorn was still tenacious, he was no match for Erebus.

"So what is he?"

Malcador asked the Emperor.

"That trash can in the subspace is where I always throw things."

Malcador's eyes widened instantly. It wasn't that thing, it was a person? What a joke!

Thinking of this, Malcador felt that Erebus was too unreal!

"Repeat after me! Shame on the Imperium! Skulls for the throne! Blood for the God-Emperor! If you don't, you're being disloyal! The Emperor is watching you, bastard!"

"I'm Rogal Dorn! You bastard!"

In a rare move, Dorn also started cursing.

Magnus and Lorga looked at each other and said, "Hmm, it's a perfect match!"

ps: Oh, a sudden update. That’s right, I’m here to ask for votes~ Sorry everyone, I laughed like crazy when you read the saved draft. Perturabo has been cured!

Chapter 42: Eribas Tranquilizer!!!

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists lost.

Even though Dorn didn't want to admit it, he lost, and lost completely.

He closed his eyes and fell to the ground. This bastard Erebus not only insulted him but also shattered the thing he was most proud of.

Solid as a rock, the rock breaks.

"Lord Dorne, I have never met a man as solid as you. Lorgar can't do that, and neither can I. It is the Empire's good fortune to have the gateway to the Empire in your hands."

Erebus extended his hand to Dorn, who was silent for a moment. Although Erebus had a foul mouth during the battle, his mouth was really sweet after the battle. When he thought of that bastard Lorgar, his mouth was foul-mouthed the whole time.

Rating -1!

"Losing is losing, I have no complaints."

Dorn held Erebus's hand, admitting his defeat, but he also did not admit that he lost to the Word Bearers, he only lost to Erebus.

"Look at what you said. I was just lucky enough to have cultivated my character for a long time, while you have been working hard for a long time and are just tired for a while. My victory is not fair."

These few words made Dorn feel a little elated.

Should I learn from Erebus?

"Alright, my lord, please go down. There are other Primarchs waiting in line."

Fuck you, Erebus, I'm learning from you!

Dorn walked down the octagon with a gloomy expression, and then returned to the position of the Imperial Fist. He wanted to see who would be the next victim?

"Who! Which loser wants to challenge me?!"

Angron? Dorn sensed something interesting was about to happen.

Soon, Angron, wearing the Butcher's Nail, led the World Eaters to the venue. He looked at his brothers coldly and raised the axe in his hand to his shoulder.

"Erebus? A waste?"

"I am certainly no match for you, the great Primarch, Your Excellency the Butcher's Nails."

"You're fooling me! I'm going to kill you!"

"Of course, Lord Butcher's Nails, you can kill me if you want!"

"Lorgar! I will kill your heir! I will hang his head!"

The angry Angron rushed directly into the octagon. At that moment, Erebus rushed towards Angron, and his angry eyes slowly became clear.

Then he sat on the ground for no apparent reason.

"?"

Question marks popped up in everyone's minds. What's going on?

"Hello Erebus, I am Angron. I haven't felt this peaceful in a long time."

"Huh? What's going on?" Erebus was bewildered. He looked at Angron, who was sitting on the ground. He was about to fight the Butcher's Nails, so why was Angron here?

Erebus took a few steps back.

"I'm going to kill you, you coward."

Take a few steps forward.

"That's not me, Erebus. I can't control myself."

back off.

"coward!"

forward.

"It's so ugly!"

It's numb! What kind of tranquilizer is this? Erebus was so anxious that he circled around Angron.

"Why don't you let the Emperor take this thing off."

"That old Biden won't pick it for me."

silence.

Erebus could remain silent for as long as he could. He thought Angron was a quiet and well-educated man when he calmed down, but this sentence made Erebus understand why the Emperor did not remove the Butcher's Nail from Angron.

"Yes, although I am very angry about the Butcher's Nails, I am not stupid. The Emperor just doesn't want me to pick them off. He wants me to go on the Great Crusade and chop them down. He is nothing."

Blasphemy! Such fucking blasphemy! Why would Angron be so blasphemous when he was quiet?

But, Erebus...likes it.

"Angron! Be careful what you say!"

Erebus quickly interrupted Angron, but Angron tilted his head and scratched it to indicate that he didn't care.

After all, he was a failure.

"My friend, Mr. Erebus, can I stay with you forever?"

Angron stood up, wearing the Butcher's Nails, and looked at Erebus with a serious face. This action, which was like trying to steal someone's heart, made Lorgar feel like he was about to break.

"Don't be impulsive, my brother."

Magnus held Lorgar down, and he felt that the current scene was very heartwarming.

"Or, you can come to the World Eaters, or I can go to the Word Bearers. I can be your guard, or you can be my guard! We can become very good friends!"

"Can't!"

Two sharp explosions were heard at the scene!

One is Kahn the World Eater, Angron's military officer and the Primarch's most beloved son. He feels that his Primarch is crazy, perhaps he has been crazy for a long time, but he will not allow this situation!

The other one is the Word Bearers' adjutant Luojia!

Stealing! This is pure, pure stealing! Fuck you, Angron! I'm going to fight you for stealing my girl right in front of me!

On the field, the Emperor and Malcador were also greatly frightened.

The two of them felt that what was slowly emanating from Erebus was the power of Nurgle, and the green fluorescence was repairing Angron's brain.

Although the Emperor had cut open Angron's head with the Magi of the Mechanicus, in reality, it would take a whole century to repair Angron's head. This time cost was unacceptable to the Emperor, and Angron might even die. He might not have been a good father in the past, but now he saw the hope of retirement...

Perhaps we could talk to Angron.

"Erebus! I challenge you to a duel!"

"Angron! I challenge you to a duel!"

Kahn, Lorgar, a lieutenant of the Devourer, and a lieutenant of the Word Bearers tore open the stands of the octagonal cage and came onto the stage.

"I reject!"

Erebus and Angron responded in unison.

Then the two looked at each other with sympathy. This awkward scene made Lorga raise the scepter in his hand and couldn't help but want to hit Angron with the scepter!

But no, Magnus used his psychic powers to stop Lorgar and Kahn.

"Erebus! Fuck you, Erebus! Don't you dare take my father away from me!"

"Angron! Damn you, Angron! You can't take my Erebus away from me!"

Lorgar was wrong! He was truly wrong. He shouldn't have let Erebus help him out! Now look what happened! His own legion leader was going to be fucking gone! This couldn't happen! This absolutely couldn't happen! Losing Erebus was like the Yellow Skin Cult losing its soul!

That’s right, the Emperor and Luojia had previously asked Luojia to abolish the Divine Emperor Sect, so Luojia simply changed its name.

"Well, my descendants!"

The Emperor's voice suddenly rang out, causing everyone to look towards the stands.

The emperor, wearing golden power armor, walked slowly towards them with an old man in a grey robe beside him. He looked at the people kneeling on the ground, except for those two.

Erebus with his arms folded across his chest, and Angron with dead eyes.

"Angron, you'll have to ask my permission."

"?"

Everyone looked up at the Emperor in disbelief.