Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"Yes."

Auguston clearly discovered the presence of the Word Bearers among the Cursed Warriors, and there were even quite a few of them. When this happened, Luo Jia felt relieved when he heard these words. Fortunately, fortunately, he was worthy of Erebus.

But the most important issue now is that the one who suffered the greatest loss among all people is Robert Guilliman!

After all, Guilliman has taken out most of his fortune. If the Emperor does this to the Five Hundred Worlds, they will be bleeding heavily!

"How many people?"

Guilliman asked, thinking back to how high-spirited he had been in the past, daring to lead the Ultramarines to the Blood God's realm to steal the Chaos Daemons of the Warp. But the problem now was...

I was treated like this by my father.

"Two-thirds."

Guilliman's eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

Two-thirds of the offspring.

You stole two-thirds of the Ultramarines from hundreds of thousands of them. Guilliman lay on the ground and slowly opened his eyes. He was thinking, if the Emperor took away two-thirds of the Ultramarines, how many would be left?

Three hundred thousand?

Or two hundred thousand?

What a loss! What a loss!

Guilliman tried not to shed tears, but the situation was...

"The false emperor! Kill the false emperor! Kill the false emperor! I can't stand it anymore!"

Crazy! Everyone looked at Guilliman who was yelling.

All they knew was one thing, Guilliman was mad.

Although each legion also suffered a lot of losses, who was not like Guilliman, who was exploited by the Emperor and had his hometown confiscated?

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Guilliman with pity.

Miserable, so miserable! The Ultramarines are so miserable!

427

Chapter 427 Nurgle: I have nothing to lose!

Your children are gone! Your wife is gone! Your home has been demolished!

Even so! Even so!

Nurgle, what do you think you have to lose?

The gods of the empire do have something, but it's not enough! Not enough!

The power of one of the supreme beings in the warp swept across the entire galaxy. Even when facing the encirclement of three armies of gods and demons, as one of the supreme beings in the long river of destiny, Nurgle did not want to retreat, nor could he.

The moment the warm sun appeared, he woke up with a start. From Rogal Dorn's fantasy, from within the empire, from the desks of the clerks, Nurgle raised his weapon and waved it towards the sun to resist the galaxy. Now it was in ruins, and countless planets were constantly rising and falling between death and rebirth. Nurgle was merciful, and he even gave these planets a new vitality. Countless new demons climbed up from the planets, new children, new warriors.

This is sad for Nurgle. They should have been growing up happily in their home instead of fighting here constantly. This sadness swept over Nurgle's face.

After seven short breaths, Nurgle discovered that in addition to the warm sun, another figure appeared in front of Him. It was Erebus. Yes, it was Erebus, the little thing in charge of supreme omnipotence who was once hunted by the gods of 40K.

The Emperor of 30K and this Erebus, as his former defeated enemies, Nurgle felt that these two guys were no match for him, but as long as...

Even if they get involved, what do I have to lose?

Nurgle opened his big mouth, the big mouth on his belly, and countless hateful poisons spread in the vacuum of the universe. They did not dare to kill him. Nurgle knew this. The limited ordinal numbers, balance, order, these damn things were the most annoying to the Chaos Gods, but now they have become their shackles.

Benefits, benefits, and benefits!

Nurgle won't run away anymore. If he runs again, where will his dignity be and where will his image as a loving father be?

If we have to die... then let's die together.

Thinking of this, Nurgle smiled as he looked at the two challengers, at Erebus, and at the warm sun holding the child.

What else could He lose?

"What is this thing doing?"

Erebus was a little confused. What was Nurgle doing standing there in a daze? His expression, as if his son had died, made Erebus a little irritated. Could it be that this guy had some other tricks up his sleeve?

"how could I know?"

The Emperor had no idea what Nurgle was doing at this time. He looked at the endless Nurgle army with a smile on his face. As he waved his hand, a huge golden warp gate opened directly. Under the astonished gaze of the Lord of Mankind, he saw countless cursed legions dressed in golden clothes slowly walking out.

The Iron Warriors, the Night Lords, the Word Bearers, the Thousand Sons, and the largest of all, the Ultramarines.

The Lord of Mankind is deceived. Where does this Emperor get his supplies?

After thinking for a moment, the Lord of Mankind realized that the Emperor had purchased a lot of supplies during this war!

Thinking of this, the Lord of Mankind regretted it and slapped his thigh. If he had known earlier, he should have secretly taken some advantage of these 30K young men. Looking at the dense crowds of heroes, the Lord of Mankind regretted it deeply.

"Boy, you have to let me eat my fill this time!"

Draconian spoke up.

"Of course, this time I'll make sure you have a full meal!"

Erebus sighed, and he also had to settle the grudge between himself and Nurgle!

After all, the four hawkers of the subspace and the Lord of Mankind chased him so fiercely back then!

I'll start with revenge on you, but before that.

"Are you sure, Emperor?"

"Nurgle holds two golden eggs, of course."

In response to the Emperor's reply, Erebus grinned.

In the endless void, a black coffin slowly appeared. When Nurgle saw the huge coffin for the first time, he stretched out his hand to try to stop the appearance of black, but this gave the black coffin a slight snack.

Eat, eat, eat! I eat, eat, eat!

"Kill him! Erebus!"

Close the door! Release the dogs!

In the last step, without the Emperor's shouting, Erebas rushed directly into Nurgle's body like a meteor. Erebas' eyes turned black, and the black coffin came online!

Flames ignited on Nurgle's chest. Below, countless demons including Dal raised their heads. As E demons, they roared and rushed directly towards the Nurgle demon army.

Charluna! Laplace's Demon! Countless demons from the park, who had once made glorious contributions to the Empire, roared madly. Similarly, the golden-armored Bound Legion praised their own Primarchs as they swung their blades forward.

The dark green and gold collided with each other. This was the decisive battle between abnormal chaos and humans.

At this time, within the calculations of the human side, the legions of the gods were also attacking Nurgle's demon army from behind.

Nurgle made a bitter face and immediately turned his gaze to the Emperor. He had to take this young man down first no matter what!

The Emperor also noticed Nurgle's gaze. He snorted coldly, and the Sword of the Gods in his hand flipped up. The power from the Black Phoenix was grasped in the Emperor's hand. The Black Phoenix planted a seed in Nurgle's body. For the gods, this tiny thing was nothing, and it could even enhance the power of the gods.

But, as the CS of the Empire!

Is the power of the Dark Phoenix so easy to obtain?

Which Space Marine would pray to the Dark Phoenix in the middle of battle? Except for the Emperor's Daughter!

The warm sun hit Nurgle directly. The Emperor knew that the other gods of this universe would not appear until Nurgle was defeated!

But this does not mean that the gods on our side will not appear!

"Blood God!"

The Emperor roared!

The Blood God had already fought a battle with one of Nurgle's clones, but now he raised his head again. He knew, he knew! The angels and Angron were watching him!

So he had no intention of retreating!

The Blood God's body became ten thousand feet tall. Although he was still a head shorter than Nurgle, he grinned grimly, picked up his axe and swung it again.

"Look at me!"

The Blood God roared!

"My angel! Look at me!!!!!"

The angel's mouth twitched upon seeing this scene. "Will this bastard ever stop?" Thinking of this, even Guilliman's hand that was trying to comfort him slowed down.

"Mine! Mine! All mine! My descendants!"

Guilliman felt that he had lost both the wife and the army this time. At this moment, he looked at Nurgle with a feeling of sympathy and sympathy.

"Fake Emperor! Fake Emperor!"

Guilliman sighed, and then began to calculate how much he could earn if the crack remained open, and how much he should charge his brothers. With such a large fish pond, how long would it take to recover the current losses!

428

Chapter 428: Nurgle: Something feels wrong! But I won't run!

The sun smashed shit, this was not a joke. Now this scene appeared in front of Erebus. Erebus grinned and used Draconian to continuously poke black wounds on Nurgle's body.

But as a Warhammer IV peddler, although he was disgusted with Erebus's flamboyant behavior, he had no way to deal with it. His main target was still the Emperor. Even if the Blood God wanted to kill him, he would say, "Go ahead and kill me if you want!"

At this moment, all of Nurgle's attention was focused on the Emperor. The dark green mist directly enveloped the warm sun. Even within a few seconds, Nurgle was as dim as the sun, flickering and threatening to go out at any time.

However, this was a complete illusion given by the Emperor to Nurgle. He wanted Nurgle to feel that he could kill him. Only in this way...

Only in this way can I give Nurgle a good blow!

The entire universe was in chaos. Those metal creations, material and non-material combined together, turned into wild creatures wailing continuously in the first second, and were burned by the essence of the golden sun in the next second. But when the pink power descended, trivial roars continued to ring out, and they roared again and again for the Blood God!

Countless demons below were like consumables, while above, accompanied by powerful forces, the time and space of the entire physical universe were madly disrupted.

The black hole comes and dies because of time; the sun is born and dies because of destruction.

All in all, the various parties were about to fight each other, but for the Emperor, he was waiting, waiting, waiting for the opportunity to attack and put the gods to death!

Another corrupted force hit the Emperor's face. The Emperor protected the little yellow skin in his arms. The white bones were exposed on his face. The Emperor looked at Nurgle with a firm gaze, wrapped in the huge sun.

"Dad! Daddy!"

The little yellow fox looked at the emperor with great distress, but the emperor seemed not to hear him.

"Erebus! Erebus! Hurry up Erebus!"

The Emperor watched the figure of Erebus, Draconion held in his hand, leaping back and forth across the massive and enormous form of Nurgle, hacking and slashing at him as time wore on.

Draconian felt that he could not bear it any longer. He thought that he could have a full meal, but he really did not expect that what he would be eating was a pile of shit!

Thinking of this, Draconian wanted to speak, but he saw Erebus with a mad and ferocious look on his face. He held him with one hand, and his whole body was like a deformed species lying on the rough skin of Nurgle. He kept sniffing something, and even took a few bites of Nurgle's flesh and blood from time to time.

Eat shit? Erebus eats shit!

Soon, Erebus's dark eyes saw the smooth, white skin that had been regenerated on Nurgle's skin. He had found it! Erebus had found it!

"Emperor!"

Erebus shouted loudly, and the emperor far away in the sky suddenly looked up. With absolute trust in Erebus, he raised the Sword of the Gods high and rushed down madly, grinning.

The moment Nurgle saw the Emperor move.

A final struggle? Nurgle checked the trajectory of the Emperor's attack. There was nothing there! It couldn't harm him, nor even threaten his life! But he remained wary of the Emperor's desperate actions. He quickly waved his hand, trying to devour the warm sun.

But Nurgle was slow. Even though he held the golden sun in his hands, he was still slow.

The huge mouth on the belly has not yet fully opened.

The Emperor has thrust the Sword of the Gods in the direction Erebus has indicated.

The power of the Dark Phoenix is ​​continuously injected into Nurgle's body.

"Since you won't hand over the things!"

"Then don't even want it!"

Accompanied by the voices of Erebus and the Emperor one after another.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled grimly.

"If you don't leave now, you won't have a chance to leave!"