Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

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Now that you figured it out!

Guilliman clenched his fists and said, "I'll let you out!"

Thinking of this, Guilliman stood up.

"Khan! Vulkan! Go and see if the people in this world of knights have fallen!"

"If you fall, you'll be killed!"

As soon as Guilliman finished speaking, he saw his two brothers nodded.

Guilliman watched his two brothers leave, sighed, and walked directly into the evil god's temple. No matter what, they were his descendants, so he should help them. It would be best if they were Ultramarines who could do clerical work, so that they could be of use...

Why does it feel like NTR?

Guilliman shook his head, and he and Damikos walked into the temple.

……

Inside the temple.

Titus and the others advanced quickly while keeping an eye on their surroundings. In the hall filled with green poisonous gas, countless tiny noises and whispers tried to lure everyone in.

But there was no response from the crowd. Soon, accompanied by roars, the Raven Guards turned on the flashlights on their guns. The scene before them made everyone silent. In this facility, countless corrupted knights were lying around in a mess. Right in front of them, a huge statue of the evil god was staring at the four people below.

The four of them were stunned for a moment.

The Imperial Fists and Raven Guard moved forward quickly, and Titus and another Ultramarines raised their bolters.

Four Astartes Brothers facing a group of corrupted knights. Who else but the Emperor could do such a thing?

But the four of them were alert for a long time, but these knights covered with tumors still did not move. However, the constantly surging tumors seemed to be telling them that these things were not dead objects.

"Carry out the mission! Or..."

The Night Guard asked, the current situation was simply not something their four-person team could handle.

"Continue the mission."

Titus thought for a moment and then spoke.

The four of them walked forward in silence and caution.

After they passed the corrupted knight, they saw the location of this mission, a glittering golden relic.

It was a hammer, and around it were the corpses of several Death Watch members. It seemed that they were not the first team to come here.

Titus walked forward, passing the corpses of these people, and came to the front of the hammer. He looked at the huge hammer.

Just as Titus was about to pull out the hammer.

He stopped suddenly.

This is a trap!

Titus quickly looked around and realized that this hammer was not placed here by these cultists! Instead, it was specifically used to seal this group of Chaos!

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Chapter 388: Guilliman is about to take action!

Knight world castle.

The Khan and Vulkan looked at the huge castle, and he looked at the knights and servants preparing for war.

The breath of curse spread throughout the castle. Vulkan placed his hand on the war hammer at his waist and looked at the Khan beside him.

"Go check out the mortals here!"

Khan spoke, Vulkan nodded, and then the two of them sneaked into the castle. At this time, the knights in the castle were adjusting, and Vulkan and Khan passed by one person after another.

The closer they got to the center of the castle, the more Khan and Vulkan felt the intensity of the curse.

Until they came to a hall.

It was a towering throne made of pure gold, and on the throne sat a withered old man wearing a crown.

This is a man, his eyes are very tired, and the occasional twitching of his fingers proves that this withered mortal is still alive.

The Khan looked at the man on the throne, and his long gaze made the dying man open his eyes.

When he saw the angel of the empire in the picture, he was stunned for a moment. After thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth.

"Is it finally here?"

There was a hint of pleading for salvation in this voice, but more of the despair of seeing the abyss. The trivial voice still kept ringing in his mind.

When he accepted the crown, he also accepted the curse.

"A loyal man."

Vulkan walked slowly forward with his warhammer in hand, step by step to the front of the throne.

"Angel of the Divine Emperor!"

"I have never fallen. This curse curses us. We should die on the battlefield, in glory."

A tear fell from the old man's eyes.

"We have carried this curse for too long. I beg for a dignified death."

The old man knew what would happen if a warrior in the knight world was corrupted by this curse.

[The loving father will bless you. These damned followers of the false emperor will destroy your family. Have you forgotten your family's honor?]

[Take a deep breath for seven seconds, believe in the new god, and you will be saved! You...]

[Wait! Mortal! How did you get in here? How did you find me? Mortal, wait! Wait! ...]

Vulkan and Khan stared into the air as if they were idiots. Were these Chaos Demons crazy? They were tempting a loyal mortal right in front of them?

When they don't exist?

In the warp, the Death Guard and the Dark Angels were frantically beating the demon who was disrespectful in front of the Primarch. The bolters in their hands were constantly firing. The Dark Angels on the side were frantically trying to pry open the mouth of the damn Nurgle demon, and the yellow-skinned spirits and little angels drilled directly into it.

You have to know that there are always a few warriors from other legions around the Primarch. Everyone has their own expertise, and if any problems arise, these loyal Space Marines will come to protect the Primarch at the first time.

And now a Warp Chaos Daemon is jumping right under their noses!

Are you crazy! Or am I?

Khan and Vulkan turned their gaze away from the unfortunate Warp Chaos Daemon.

They turned their gaze back to the withered mortal.

"Can you please let me tell you a story?"

The old man's thoughts seemed to go back to the past. He pondered for a moment, wondering how to tell his story. Would the angel of the empire give him a chance?

"Do not listen!"

Khan looked at the stuttering old man and shook his head. He didn't have time to listen to this guy now.

"..."

The old man was silent for a moment and closed his eyes.

"That's right... then please do it."

The old man awaits his death.

"You come and I come?"

The Khan looked at Vulkan, who thought for a moment.

"You do it."

The Khan stepped forward upon hearing this.

"I am the Emperor's son, Captain of the White Scars, Jaghatai Khan. In recognition of your Knight World's performance in combating Chaos, this world will provide knight support to the White Scars for the next thousand years."

"Remember, it's the White Scars! If any Ultramarines, Ultramarines, or Ultramarines come to collect taxes! You must refuse!"

Khan shouted loudly, his hands on his hips.

"!"

The old man opened his eyes and looked at the Khan in confusion.

No! Don't kill him?

While the old man was still thinking, he saw Khan walk up to him, take off a piece of demonic force field from his body and then stick it on the old man's forehead.

"The White Scars took this curse upon you. The price was the honor of your family and the sacrifice of humanity."

The Khan stared at the old man in front of him.

"Now stand up! And fight for humanity!"

"For humanity! Destroy Chaos! Long live Lord Erebus! Long live the Yellow-skinned God!"

Before the old man could speak, the demon in the demon force field above his head roared loudly.

Is this...right?

……

wrong!

Titus and other Death Watch used the corpses of those who had died in previous battles to shoot crazily at the zombies that kept appearing in front of them.

The endless zombies made everyone look grim. It was indeed a trap. Not far away, a Nurgle demon waving a Nurgle flag looked at Titus and others with a gloomy face.

“This is the glory bestowed upon you by the loving Father!”

“You should cherish it!”

"Pull out that hammer! You will gain eternal life! It is a blessing!"

Titus and the others said nothing, they just fired wildly.

"Death to heretics!"

The Fist of the Empire looked at the zombies that were already rushing towards him, he rushed forward with his shield raised, the chainsaw sword in his hand, the buzzing sound of the loyal chainsaw rang out, and blood and flesh splattered.

The Fist of the Empire swung out an empty space in front of the field.

"For Rogal Dorn! For the God-Emperor!"

After the Imperial Fist roared loudly, he saw a long whip whizzing towards him. Caught off guard, the Imperial Fist raised his large shield, but even so, he was whipped into the air and fell to the ground.

"Wow!"

Blood flowed from the Imperial Fists' mouth, and Titus rushed down and pulled the Imperial Fists back.

At this moment, Titus saw the knights with tumorous tentacles slowly stand up one by one, and one of the largest knights was staring at the crowd in the distance.

"Titus! Report the current situation to the fleet quickly!"

The Raven Guard rushed down, and now everyone just hoped that the Death Guard strike fleet in the sky could arrive as soon as possible!

"The loving Father is watching over us!"

"Hahahaha! Become one of us! Hahahaha!"

The voice of the Nurgle demon suddenly stopped.

"Which evil god is watching you?"

Damikos gripped the Nurgle demon's neck with his power fist, arcs of electricity flashing in his hands.

The Nurgle demon twitched its body madly.

As Guilliman slowly approached, he looked down at the Chaos Knights below.

He waved his hand.

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Chapter 389 Guilliman is preparing!