Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

Hey! Isn't Erebus back? Old man, I can go and kill the heretics! Killing people doesn't require any brains, but the clerk...

Tsk.

Ahriman was also very excited at this time. It’s good that he’s back, it’s good that he’s back!

As long as father comes back, there will be hope for Qianzi, there will be hope for Qianzi!

Soon the two of them were getting dressed. Kor Phaeron scratched his head as he looked at Ahriman, who was dressing him up with high spirits.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Kor Phaeron asked doubtfully as he picked up his thermos.

"Why do you, Judge Kor Phaeron, give yourself such heavy eye black?"

Kor Phaeron sighed helplessly as he looked at the clueless Ahriman.

It turns out that you can't specialize in studying psychic powers, or you'll end up making yourself stupid.

Soon, when the door of the Word Bearers - the Inquisition opened, Garrulek was stunned when he saw Kor Phaeron and Ahriman's white hair, haggard expression, and heavy dark circles under their eyes.

No, my two adults, you just went in this afternoon, talking and laughing. How come you became like this in just a few minutes?

Garrulek was debating whether or not to report this to Lord Erebus, as he felt Ahriman and Kor Phaeron were a bit confused, when two pairs of hands were placed on his shoulders.

The joint scrutiny of the two people made Jarulek break out in a cold sweat.

"We will speak well of you, Garrulek, before Lord Erebus and Lord Lorgar."

"But, to die together or to accept the praise, the decision is yours, Jarulek."

Kor Phaeron and Ahriman spoke one after another, silencing Garrulek for a moment.

"I will not betray Master Erebus!"

Kor Phaeron gave Ahriman a look. "Go! Go! Get ready!"

A psychic ball popped out from the palms of each of the two people behind their backs.

"So, President Kor Phaeron! Vice President Ahriman! Will you really put in a good word for me?"

Kor Phaeron looked at Jarulek, who had an innocent look on his face.

"Of course, my brother."

.......

The return of the three Primarchs is a big event for the Empire!

So, when Rogal Dorn came to greet him with his children.

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Dorn looked at his brothers in silence. He really wanted to stop these guys again. They were like four evil heretics. The faceless statues of the Emperor all over their bodies and the mummified skeleton statue sitting on the golden throne were hanging on his body and clanging.

Dorn took a deep breath and then went to meet him.

"Dorn!!!!"

Erebus was instantly excited when he saw Dorn. He strode towards him, but Dorn took a step back.

"Stop! Erebus! I don't know you!"

Dorn didn't want Erebus to give him a hug or anything like that, he was afraid of having a nightmare tonight.

"The Great Imperial Fist!"

"I brought you something!"

"A gift from the Iron Warriors Primarch, Perturabo!"

Dorn frowned for a moment when he heard what Erebus said. Perturabo gave him a gift?

What kind of interstellar joke?

Although the two did not say it openly, they both knew it in their hearts.

Both sides dislike each other.

However, Dorn felt that he should be more tolerant.

Soon, Erebus took out an iron box and showed it to the audience. It was a fist made of pure gold, with the middle finger raised.

"Fuck you, Perturabo!"

At this moment, Dorn couldn't help but want to fire two explosive bullets directly at Erebus in front of him.

"Ah? You don't like it?"

"I also brought Perturabo's adoptive father and sworn brothers. Oh, and they want to join the army!"

Dorn listened to Erebus's words. Perturabo's sworn brothers wanted to join the army! They wanted to join the army! They wanted to join the army! They wanted to join the army!

"Tell me more about my brother!"

Dorn accepted Perturabo's gift, and he also planned to repay him, such as turning his sworn brother into a staunch Imperial Fist!

ps: Tickets are coming!

Chapter 62 Emperor: Horus takes action!

A perfect negotiation and agreement reached between the Word Bearers and the Imperial Fists.

Including but not limited to giving one of Perturabo's sworn brothers to the Imperial Fists, and Erebus intending to keep the other one for himself.

If we give them all away, that would be too much.

Soon, Erebus saw the trio with haggard faces. It seemed that these three had a miserable life during his absence from Terra?

"Lord Erebus, Lord Lorgar!"

Jarulek was so excited that even the makeup on his face started to fall off because of his facial hair.

"You have worked hard!"

Erebus patted Garurek's shoulder.

"For the Empire, for the Yellow-skinned God!"

Jarulek sang praises loudly.

“How many documents are left?”

Erebus suddenly asked at this time.

"besides......."

“It’s basically all done!”

Seeing this, Kor Phaeron quickly spoke up. He couldn't tell Erebus that several warehouses were already piled up, right?

Although Kor Phaeron felt that there was something fishy going on, he couldn't just go and ask the Imperial Chancellor Malcador what was going on, right?

"very good!"

Erebus clapped his hands.

"By the way, Kor Phaeron, let me introduce you to someone. This is Lord Perturabo's adoptive father, Damikos. I think you two will become good friends!"

Kor Phaeron looked at Damikos, who had the aura of a king. He could tell at a glance that Damikos must have been a king or something like that. But with just such a person, and the father of the Primarch, how could you be so desperate as to come to the Word Bearers?

Are you mentally ill?

Kor Phaeron studied Damikos, and Damikos studied Kor Phaeron.

Kor Phaeron's haggard appearance puzzled Damikos. Why was it so? Damikos didn't understand, but he saw Kor Phaeron's gorgeous attire and the respect Lorgar and Erebus had for their adopted father, a fellow Primarch.

I regret not beating Perturabo up at the time.

"Kor Phaeron."

"Damicus."

The two old men looked at each other again and then shook hands.

Because they both saw in each other's eyes the yearning for a life of leisure in retirement.

"Erebus! The Emperor calls!"

At this moment, Erebas looked in the direction of the voice and saw the commander of the imperial guards, Waldo, looking at him from a distance. Erebas smiled and felt that he needed to have a good chat with the yellow-skinned man.

The Emperor, the Imperial Chancellor, and the former War Marshal of the Empire.

In the silent room, the three of them were silent as the steaming pot was bubbling and boiling.

Hot Pot.

That's right, three people are cooking hot pot.

The Emperor didn't move his chopsticks, so Malcador took a simple bite.

As for Persson.

Eat, eat, eat yourself into poverty, you damn thing!

Under the Emperor's threats and inducements, Or Persson surrendered.

He never thought that there would be a day when he would submit to the Emperor again. The main reason was that this old guy was really not a human being. Not only did he not do anything, but how could he say something like sending him to the warp.

"Fellow countryman! Let's have hotpot!"

When Erebus's voice sounded, the Emperor's eyelids twitched. He was a little confused now. Should he let Erebus go? It would not be a good idea to let him go, and it would be even worse to keep him by his side.

The Emperor nodded slightly, Malcador kept smiling, but the old man Persson was more thoughtful.

He didn't understand why Erebus called the Emperor "fellow countryman" so casually. How could he also be an immortal?

"Sit down, Ari..."

The Emperor gestured to Erebas before he finished speaking, and Erebas sat down directly. Then he looked around and found that his bowl and chopsticks were missing. With an expressionless face, he took the bowl and chopsticks in front of the Emperor into his own hands.

"Have you used it?"

Erebus asked.

"without......"

Before he could utter a word, the Emperor felt his fist harden as he looked at Erebus, who was already beginning to show off.

Erebus! Are we that familiar?

Keep calm, keep calm, the emperor thought to himself.

"Erebus, I called you here this time to introduce you to someone who will be by your side and guide you in the future."

Erebus listened to the Emperor's frustrated tone and felt something was wrong. Something was wrong with the Yellow Skin Man.

"Praise! Yellow-skinned God!"

"Don't talk while eating!"

Erebus choked the Emperor back.

"......"

Forget it, the Emperor doesn’t know what’s wrong with Erebus now, but he’ll just have to give him a beating anyway.

Malcador and Persoon ate hot pot and watched the performance. They had rarely seen the Emperor so angry and furious.

"A very interesting little fellow."

Ol Persson found Erebus very interesting.

At least he rarely saw anyone who could break the Emperor's defense like this. When was the last time he broke his defense? It seemed like it was when he was being beaten to a pulp?

Persson looked at Erebus, who was screaming wildly after being beaten by the Emperor, and he felt...

emmmm Maybe this guy is quite to his taste.

Thinking of this, Peisong picked up a piece of meat.

When the bloated Erebus returned to the table, he looked at the Emperor with resentment. "Didn't you eat? You yellow-skinned god! You're not even breathing when I hit him?"

The Emperor couldn't help laughing as he looked at Erebus with a face full of resentment.

At that moment, Ol Persson and Macador were stunned.