Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

Even though several Iron Warriors Word Bearers burned themselves, burned their souls, and called upon the power of the Black Casket to try to resist this force for the Iron Warriors, they failed.

"Feel sorry."

Those were the last words Perturabo saw from the lips of a Word Bearer.

Sorry? Why should I apologize?

Perturabo didn't understand, he just stood there in a daze, watching everyone wailing and crying.

"Killed my father!"

"Father killed me!"

"For the yellow-skinned guy, wow!"

The heart of the God of Earth and Wood was broken, deeply broken.

Dorn gripped his arm tightly. He could feel his brother's anger, but so did he!

"Choose!"

A huge demonic sound echoed across the entire planet of Dorne. The huge hole in Nurgle's chest slowly healed, and He smiled mercifully.

"Join me and I will show them mercy."

"Join me and I will end their suffering."

Nurgle's words continued to seduce Dorn and Perturabo.

The eyes of the God of Earth and Wood were about to burst open. He was so sad that he even...

"You know me, the evil god of this universe."

But what the God of Earth and Wood did not expect was that Dorn stood up and stood in front of Perturabo.

Imperial Stone stares into the shit of the Warp.

"Read that sentence, and perhaps I can join you?"

Dawn smiled, a smile that was unusually tragic.

"Dorn...you!"

"I can't bear to see my offspring like this!"

Dorn interrupted Perturabo, and the God of Earth was surprised that shouldn't he be the one to say this?

"What should I say?"

Nurgle's clone asked in confusion.

"Of course I am... I am Rogal Dorn!"

Dorne looked at Nurgle's clone coldly, but how could Nurgle's clone not know the consequences of uttering that name.

So... he didn't fall for it.

He is not a fool!

"Choose! Watch your offspring suffer endless torture, or join us!"

Nurgle's clone uttered his words again.

Just like what he did to the Lord of Death back then, this God of Earth is different. His humanity is precisely his weakness.

Nurgle's clone is absolutely sure that he can give birth to another child.

The God of Earth and Wood did not speak, he just raised his war hammer, and violent lightning fell from the sky, but the target was not Nurgle's clone, but his own descendants.

After a series of wailing, the God of Earth and Wood gave up.

Because he found that he could not kill his own offspring.

"Nurgle! Nurgle!!! Nurgle!!!!"

The God of Earth roared and knelt on the ground weakly. Nurgle's clone looked at him with a playful look. He had plenty of time.

There is plenty of time.

"The phrase 'steel inside and out' really makes you feel sick when it comes to you."

Accompanied by a familiar voice.

The expression of the God of Earth and Wood froze.

As a green subspace portal opened, the Lord of Steel stepped out with a sledgehammer on his shoulder. He looked at the God of Earth and Wood who was shedding tears and snorted coldly.

At this time, Dantioch emerged from behind the Lord of Steel and quickly came to the side of the God of Earth and Wood.

"Father."

Dantioch pulled the Earth God up.

Perturabo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've really found myself in such a mess!"

The Lord of Red Sand looked at the Nurgle clone heading towards the huge body with a sad face. It was really a joke that he and others were just secondary gods under the gods of the empire. The first battle for the empire was against a clone of the evil god of the warp, and it was not an ordinary clone. This was pure exploitation!

"Stop talking!"

Wolf Lord Horus patted the Lord of Red Sand on the shoulder. Why shouldn't they come as atonement?

"Okay, okay, I should study the recipe when I get back. Next time I'll put Nurglings in your cafeteria!"

The Lord of Red Sand said this with great dissatisfaction.

Nurgle's clone was a little confused as to why these guys would open a warp portal. This shouldn't happen.

The moment the last person appeared, Nurgle's clone's eyes widened instantly.

That was the Pale Lord, holding a box of rotten stuff in his hand. That was the Lord of Death.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! This is so much better than handling official business!"

The Pale Lord covered his face and laughed wildly. Now all he needed to say was Amatras.

These words caused the Primarchs who had once rebelled to burst into laughter.

After all, to be honest, the empire’s official business is indeed quite heavy right now.

The Pale Lord casts the Death Lord under his feet.

Then he stepped on it.

"Shit! Make a choice! Do you want this Mortarion dead! Or do you want him alive!"

The Pale Lord had never felt so happy before. Even though his current state wasn't very good, it was still disgusting! Who wouldn't feel disgusted?

At this time, the God of Earth and Wood stopped pretending.

I'm waiting for someone! What the hell are you waiting for!

Nurgle's clone was extremely angry, and his angry eyes kept scanning the Primarchs from another timeline. He once joined the game of the Lord of Mankind, but in the end these guys turned against him.

"Hahahahaha!"

For a moment, Nurgle's clone was so angry that he laughed.

"You are despairing of disobeying me?"

Nurgle's clone's tone was extremely angry, and his voice made the entire planet of Dorne tremble continuously.

Threat?

The Pale Lord laughed. What was the threat?

Of course!

The Scythe of the Model Worker was picked up by the Pale Lord and then fell heavily to the ground.

In an instant, the whole world began to shake, and countless white subspace transmission channels were opened.

The Death Guards under the command of the Pale Lord walked out resolutely, and in the space outside the planet Dorne, huge warp portals were torn open.

The Iron Blood suddenly appeared in space with other Queen of Glory-class battleships, and the violent artillery fire immediately cleared a section of airspace from the entire space Nurgle army.

Threat? What is a threat?

The Pale Lord looked at the Nurgle clone.

This is the threat!

As a subordinate deity of the God of Death and Rebirth, the Pale Lord controls the reincarnation of the empire's human beings. He also has a considerable authority, which is the door.

Even if it's in another universe, what's wrong with him opening a door?

"excuse me."

The Pale Lord looked at the God of Earth and Wood. Although the God of Earth and Wood felt reluctant, he still lowered his forehead.

Perturabo, the god of civil engineering and machinery of the human empire, will never forget this blood feud.

The Pale Lord slashed his scythe, and countless Iron Warriors who were tortured by Nurgle's clones were freed.

The Pale Lord holds these loyal souls, but some sleep here forever.

Those were the Word Bearers working for the Iron Warriors, who used their last bit of strength to ensure the purity of the Iron Warriors' souls.

"Steel inside and out!"

"eye for eye!"

The Lord of Steel brought down his hammer.

415

Chapter 415: Start! Start! Start!

The fight started.

Erebus looked into the distance, which was the direction of the Resistance Star.

The gods of the empire are in place.

All that's left is the Emperor and him.

When a little angel with broken wings slowly flew over, Erebus reached out and the colorful little angel took out the small sword at his waist, dug a hole in his chest, and a golden light appeared.

That is the Emperor's message.

The Emperor is in place!

The rest is...

Nurgle, Erebus's mouth cracked, it's finally here!

Erebus took a step forward, and countless strange-looking Chaos Demons followed behind him.

He raised his head and looked at the endless army of Nurgle in the warp. At the forefront, countless Nurgle demons were sacrificing their lives to open the door to the physical universe.

The cracks kept tearing, but it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough!

Erebus lowered his eyes and looked at the chaotic team behind him.

"The loving Father needs you."

"The loving father demands your sacrifice. The Lord of the Garden is watching over you."

"You will not die, for the gods will help you!"

Erebus's voice was like a demonic sound. He opened his mouth and roared like a draconian.

Draconian knew that Erebus was going to take him to challenge a god from the High Heaven!

He is one of the most powerful gods in the entire galaxy.

The time to divide the spoils is coming.

Draconian can't wait!

The Nurgle army of Erebus began to rush towards the huge crack frantically. The four-colored waves attracted the attention of other Nurgle armies, but they heard the voice praising the father.

They instantly realized that these guys were their loving father's children and their brothers. They tacitly made way for them. Even those who didn't make way were swept into their stomachs by the demon army and became a part of themselves.

Death keeps coming, and the barriers of the physical universe are constantly being destroyed, broken, and torn apart, but this is not enough, not enough.