Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

Typhon watched as Typhon and Ahriman passed the title of Death Guard leader back and forth. They'd gotten this power so easily, so what had he been doing all these years? He'd fought for power and finally gotten to where he was today! Now you're telling me that my alternate universe self didn't want the position of leader at all?

What a joke!

I don't want you to give it to me!

Typhon quickly swung the sickle in his hand. Now that they have been discovered, he will kill them all!

"Adults are talking! Children, don't interrupt!"

Typhons had just taken a step when two powerful psychic energies directly pressed Typhons to the ground. Typhons' face was firmly pressed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair and doubt. He had no idea why he had no power to resist!

"You deserve to die!"

It must be my own fault for being careless!

Typhons propped himself up and stood up, roaring.

"Kill them!"

Following Typhon's orders, the Chaos traitors raised their guns one after another.

Along with the blasphemous gunshot, Typhon and Ahriman looked at each other and said, "Forget it, I'll beat you up next time!"

The power of the Lord of Death and Rebirth emerged from Typhon's hands. The same scythe was used, and the souls of several stinky cans were directly hooked away by Typhon.

"Traitors! Now count your sins!"

Typhon's scythe was slashed across, Ahriman snorted coldly, and he looked at the Iron Warriors holding bolters.

Ahriman clenched his hand, and several Iron Warriors were directly pulled into the air by Ahriman's psychic power.

"The false emperor's lackey!"

"No! Let me go!"

"Fake Emperor!!!!"

From rage to wailing, Ahriman looked at the Iron Warriors who were squeezed into cans by him without mercy. This time they were really made of steel inside and out!

Typhon looked at the Chaos Space Marines who died in such a horrible way.

"waste!"

Then he took the sickle in his hand and rushed towards Typhon quickly.

Typhon watched Typhon rush towards him, a helpless expression on his face. It was always like this, always like this. These guys always believed that the power of the gods was omnipotent. Arrogant! Conceited! Foolish!

Typhon rushed forward, scythe wielded.

"I really hope your master can see all this."

Typhon blocked Typhon's scythe with a slight smile on his face.

"You will fail! The loving Father will turn you into nutrients in his garden!"

"Really? The kingdom of death has no place for people like you!"

Typhon looked at Typhon with great disgust, the foul smell coming out of his mouth. When he thought about how he used to be like this, he felt extremely disgusted. He looked like neither human nor ghost!

"On psychic power!"

The scythe in Typhon's hand burst out with violent psychic energy.

"You're not as good as me!"

Typhon was knocked away by Typhon's psychic power, and in the air Typhon looked at Typhon in disbelief.

"On speed!"

Typhon only saw a pair of red and white wings appear behind Typhon, which was the power of the red angel Angron.

"You're not as good as me!"

As Typhon kicked Typhon to the ground, a huge pit appeared directly on the ground, and the huge crack proved the heavy blow Typhon had suffered at this time!

"On loyalty!"

"You are no better than me!"

Typhon swung his scythe again, but this time it was psychic lightning.

Typhon used a psychic shield to block himself. In the flash of lightning, Typhon looked at Typhon with a ferocious face. At this moment, he could not understand why Typhon was so powerful!

I don’t understand! I don’t understand!

A crackling sound was heard, and Typhon looked at the cracks appearing on his psychic barrier. He pulled two Chaos Death Guards over before his psychic energy shattered.

Typhon looked at the tragically dead Death Guard and snorted coldly.

"You think you won?"

Typhon sneered. These stupid guys had no idea what a great existence they were about to face.

"if not?"

Typhon frowned, wondering what Typhon meant by this.

Soon, a Nurgling jumped onto Typhon's shoulder.

Typhon and Ahriman looked at each other.

That's Nurgle's clone!

368

Chapter 368: The big bullying the small!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Nurgle's clone stood on Typhon's shoulder and laughed foolishly, which was extremely creepy.

The small eyes as big as green beans kept scanning the people around, and the smile made Typhon and Ahriman feel a little uncomfortable.

Typhon was the first to burst out with courage. Typhon only felt a flash of afterimage, and the cold blade quickly pressed against his neck.

So fast! This was Typhons’ first thought!

Typhon's eyes trembled, but what was the use of being quick?

Sure enough, Typhon's sickle quickly rotted in the air, and the entire sickle began to disintegrate in the air. Typhon couldn't help but open his mouth wide when he saw this scene.

But before he could laugh, Typhon swung his fist at him.

"Are you laughing at your mother?"

Even Nurgle's clone did not expect Typhon to be so bold. His green body floated in the air, and behind him was Typhon, who was knocked to the ground by Typhon's punch and was eating dirt.

"FW is FW! FW who recruited people!"

After Typhon finished cursing, he looked at Nurgle's clone, a small Nurgling floating in the air.

Typhon put his hands behind his back. Ahriman, who was standing behind Typhon, looked at Typhon's rotting fist and secretly grasped the scepter in his hand.

As expected, Typhon couldn't hold on after just a brief contact.

Tsk, Ahriman cursed inwardly, even so, he couldn't use his trump card.

"You're quite good, kid, do you want to..."

"I want your mother! Old FW! Sorry, little Gadouzi evil god, I forgot you don't even have a mother!"

How dare this evil god tempt him! Who is he, Typhon?! A soul thief of the Death Guard. Most of his soul had long been lost to the Warp. This part of his soul had finally grown back with the help of the gods of the Empire. I had just gotten rid of the smell of shit, and now you're making me eat shit again!

Typhon's face was full of disgust.

"I forgive your rudeness, as long as..."

"Your son rode the Pleasure Lord's demon! Oh, and she rode him, and you could only watch, impotent and furious. I wonder if you usually get ridden by that Eldar thing!"

"Wait, are you going to go in and roll around at this size? You're so small! Oh, and by the way! Is that shit you shot?"

"King of Shit?"

Nurgle's clone was silent. He looked at Typhon who was talking incessantly. He had never seen anyone with such a foul mouth.

"I'm going to sew your mouth shut."

Nurgle's clone stood on Typhon's shoulder again, and he looked at Typhon expressionlessly and said.

"You should seal your dermatitis first, it stinks so bad I want to vomit!"

Nurgle said nothing, he just stepped on Typhons' shoulder, and with a burst of green light, Typhons felt Nurgle's supreme power and blessing!

"Hahahaha! Die!"

Typhon could see that Typhon's soul was infused with more Chaos Point power, and the distorted human form no longer looked human. Typhon could be sure that Typhon was now Chaos' most beloved child!

"Die!"

Typhon was stunned for a moment. When!

Ahriman saw that Typhon had stood behind Typhon at some point, and when Typhon kicked Typhon in the kidney, a psychic shield flashed out.

Typhon took off directly. He looked back and saw Typhons opening his hand and pointing it at Ahriman in the distance.

"die!"

Typhon's initial thought was to attack Ahriman!

After all, Typhon knows the role of a psychic on the battlefield!

Ahriman silently chanted Magnus's name.

"Wow!"

Ahriman, who had just used his psychic power, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Nurgle clone smiled at Ahriman.

"Corrupted psychic energy doesn't seem to suit you!"

A teasing tone was used.

Typhon would not miss such a good opportunity to beat the enemy when he was down.

At this time, the Death Shrouds standing aside moved. As the guards sent by Mortarion to Typhon, they rushed over silently with scythes in hand.

"Children, don't move!"

Nurgle opened his mouth, and invisible power directly wrapped around the two men in death shrouds. Typhons passed by them, and the rotating psychic energy in his hand was about to be thrown over by Typhons.

A sickle was swung over.

"Destroy the evil god!"

"Hail! The God of CS!"

"Long live Lord Erebus!"

This isn't some kind of death shroud! This is clearly the Word Bearer!

A Word Bearer leaped into the air, and the power of the black coffin exploded. As the Word Bearer let out a series of painful wails, Typhons was directly stepped on by the Word Bearer.

"Perros!"

The Word Bearer called out the name of another Word Bearer.

For the Word Bearers, this was completely unnecessary. Peros swung his scythe and slashed at Typhon's body.

"Ah! Father!"

Black flames burned on Typhons' body. Nurgle's clone ignored Typhons. He was just curious why the two guys in front of him were completely out of his control.

But soon Nurgle's clone discovered one thing: the black power of these two guys was burning their souls!

"Hahahaha! Stupid!"

Nurgle's clone swung his hand, and the scythe stopped at his forehead.

"Join me! I will help you mend your damaged soul! Death is such a sad thing!"

Peros gritted his teeth and pressed the scythe in front of Nurgle's clone, but it did not move forward. Even the power of the black coffin on his body was constantly burning his soul.

"Carlotta!"

Carlota jumped up from behind Peros, and the scythe in his hand had been replaced by a chainsaw sword. Nurgle's clone looked at Carlota who was blocking the sunlight, and he smiled.