Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"Evil God!"

Boom!

Peros felt like it was raining from the sky. He saw Carlotta's body explode into countless pieces, scattered on the ground, and then grew into various corrupted "His" sons.

Typhon didn't know when he came behind Nurgle's clone. When the new scythe suddenly slashed across, the Nurgle clone didn't even turn its head, and Typhon felt like he was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

Ahriman endured the corruption of his body. He used his psychic power to catch Typhon and threw a psychic lightning at Nurgle's clone.

"Hahahaha!"

Lightning struck Nurgle's clone, and it laughed wildly.

"Child, it's time to come home with me!"

The words fell.

Ahriman felt as if his heart was exploding, and countless tumors exploded directly from his body.

"Hee hee hee!"

"Hahahaha!"

The tumors kept laughing.

Ahriman's face darkened.

"Wow!"

Blood flowed.

His eyes became dizzy and various low mumbling words kept appearing in his mind.

"Evil God!"

Ahriman felt powerless. He had many tricks up his sleeve, but he couldn't use them at all when facing the evil god.

Ahriman watched as Peros crushed Nurgle's clone with his hands.

"Children! Come home with me!"

Nurgle's clone extended his hand, inviting everyone.

369

Chapter 369: Imperial Arena!

Nurgle's clone jumped down from Typhon's back and came to Typhon with a smile. Typhon hung his head, closed his eyes, and seemed to be unconscious.

Just as the Nurgle clone stretched out its little hand and was about to touch Typhon, Typhon suddenly opened his eyes and tried to stab the Nurgle clone to death with a psychic dagger accompanied by a strong wind.

"Boom."

Typhon was smashed against the wall by Nurgle's clone again. The blood that seeped into the countless cracks made Typhon faint.

"Evil God!"

Ahriman held out his hand, but Typhons, who had risen, stepped on it.

"Just wish yourself the best, you running dog of the false emperor!"

Typhons felt satisfied as he listened to the sound of Ahriman's hand bones constantly breaking. What a legion commander! He was still being trampled under his feet!

"Don't worry, when you join us, I will take good care of your legion commander! Hahahahaha!"

Typhons smiled.

"Kahn, help!"

Just as Typhons was smiling proudly, a huge axe flew out from the warp. Typhons waved his hand and used his psychic power to block it, but a white figure came in front of him. Before Typhons could react, the war dog Kahn swung the huge axe and hit Typhons in the chest.

"mean!"

Typhons cursed.

"Kahn, beat him!"

Without saying a word, Kahn slapped Typhons away.

Nurgle's clone looked at Kahn who suddenly appeared with some curiosity.

"I say, did you kill those two Word Bearers?"

Nurgle's clone moved his gaze and saw a man with a halo on his head looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Angron?

The Nurgle clone clapped his hands.

"They are but nutrients for the garden, and I have given them eternal life! Child, perhaps you can become a craftsman!"

The Nurgle clone smiled so happily that Angron rubbed his head.

"So Typhon and Ahriman are also your work!"

“It’s part of lovingkindness.”

Nurgle's clone was still smiling.

"Hahahaha!"

"What a coincidence! I just imprisoned a few things and I hope you can take a look."

Angron also laughed, then he stretched out his hand, and several souls of the Great Unreverent appeared in Angron's hand.

"..."

Nurgle's clone looked at the unclean ones burned by the yellow-skinned god's flames and closed his eyes.

"Hehe! I'll kill you!"

"Swish"

Angron used his battle axe to split the Nurgle clone into two halves.

"I think so too!"

Angron sneered. The Red Angel Angron threw away the half-Nurgle clone that had become two, and then came to Typhon.

"Boy! Boy! Wake up!"

The red angel Angron looked at Typhon, whose life or death was unknown, and quickly pinched his philtrum.

While using God to protect Typhon's soul.

"call!"

Typhon's eyes snapped open.

"Lord Angron?"

"Wake up, wake up! If you die, Mortarion won't repay me! Fortunately, fortunately!"

Angron patted his chest.

"Ahriman! Ahriman, his body and psychic energy are corrupted!"

Typhon spoke quickly.

"Also, Lord Angron, two Word Bearers are dead, and the Death Guard have failed to recover their souls."

Angron patted Typhon's shoulder.

"Go save Typhon first, and leave the rest to me!"

Angron smiled, then his expression darkened as he turned away.

"You've been fucked by your thief's bitch!"

The red angel Angron tilted his head and saw the small Nurgling slowly growing into a small fat man.

"Your mouths stink!"

"Your child is a grass-sex evil demon!"

Angron had learned a lot about verbal combat from the Word Bearers.

"You bully the weak with your big body. How can you call yourself a kind father with your character? How can you say that?"

Angron raised his battle axe to his shoulder and asked with a smile.

"Like little boys? Or fat boys? But I'm curious about one thing. Miss Aisha is so beautiful, why are all your offspring so ugly? Is it because you are not good enough? Or is your brain the same as your skin?"

"I see you like to watch!"

Angron clapped his hands.

"Are all your offspring the offspring of Aisha and Slaanesh? You've smeared a layer of shit on their bodies!"

"The King of Shit!"

Nurgle's clone's face turned green. He had never seen such a shameless person. How did the emperor of that universe teach his own descendants!

"Finished?"

Nurgle's clone asked.

"no!"

The Crimson Angel Angron shrugged his shoulders and spoke seriously.

Nurgle's clone no longer had any good temper at this time, and he rushed straight over.

"Kahn, kill all these traitors! I don't want to see them alive when I get out!"

Angron glanced at Kahn who was beating Typhons in the distance!

"Captain of the First Company, avenge my cousins!"

Kahn slapped Thefons in the face and kicked him in the chest. Thefons fell to the ground and rolled several times. Kahn chopped him with an axe.

The Crimson Angel Angron smiled.

He glanced at Nurgle's clone, who only felt that the surroundings around him suddenly changed. When Nurgle's clone looked around him again, he found that he had come to an arena!

"Welcome! The Human Empire Arena! Evil God!"

The Red Angel Angron sat high on the throne, looking down at Nurgle. As he smiled, several figures appeared in the arena.

"This is my territory, so who do you want to fight?"

The Red Angel Angron asked with a smile as he looked at Nurgle's clone.

"Child's trick!"

Nurgle's clone said dissatisfiedly.

"That's right! So..."

"Get the f*ck out of here!"

As lightning struck from the sky, Angron saw his brother Perturabo angrily throwing his consciousness at him.

"Nurgle! Come and settle the score with my offspring!"

Angron's eye twitched. Others were busy, so they simply sent a thought, but you were different, you just came directly.

Although Angron wondered what was going on with Perturabo, he decided not to ask in this situation!

"Perturabo!"

Nurgle's clone stretched out his hand.

"Your children are not dead, they have only supported me! You can listen to their voices, Perturabo, join me! I can give you..."

"Fuck you!"

Perturabo rushed forward with his warhammer in hand, which was also within the expectations of Nurgle's clone.

Countless corrupt mists spread around Nurgle's clone, and the green mist covered the entire arena for a moment.

"I say, purify!"

The angel's voice rang out, and the fog in the entire arena was instantly dispelled.

And Perturabo also rushed over with a war hammer.