Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

"bake!"

Mortarion's eyes lit up. He just thought of himself as having died once. He was still...tough.

"Luo Jia, I appoint you as the Pope of the Yellow Skin Cult!"

"What about the Conferred God?"

"Block whoever you want!"

Luo Jia picked up the Holy Words and said, "Okay! The Emperor is still trustworthy... maybe!"

"Magnus, I appoint you as the Chief Psionics Officer of the Empire. You can promote psychics however you want!"

"All psychics are under my control!"

"Tube!!!"

Magnus nodded in satisfaction. It was just a trivial matter, at worst the thing would rot in his stomach.

"What about me!" ×2.

Just as the Emperor was about to leave, he saw Angron and Erebus speak together.

These two bastards!

"Angron I will heal your brain."

Then the Emperor looked at Erebus and raised his middle finger at him!

QNMD Erebus, it’s all your fault!

82

Chapter 82: Mortarion finally couldn't hold it anymore!

Who can tell me what to do now? — Mortarion

Can anyone tell me how to write now? —Luo Jia

Damn it, Mortarion is my boss! Magnus reacted.

Rebellion! Rebellion! I can't stand it!

"Let's just keep this to ourselves, okay?"

Angron looked at everyone and spoke. Although he didn't know what the Secret Keeper was, he felt like he was about to become one.

"Hahahaha! That's right my brothers!"

"Just let me forget about this! My dear Pope, what am I going to do now!"

Lorgar slammed his scepter to the ground. "Promote it! Promote it! It must be promoted soon!" Lorgar couldn't bear it any longer! Once this matter was settled, he had to pray to the Emperor. He wouldn't allow this marriage! He felt sick for the Emperor, even marrying a Warp God! What taste! Disgusting! He was right! You're an Emperor, what do you think you are! Become a God!

"How can we kill these monsters?"

Mortarion asked sullenly.

"Psionics is the best way. The Holy Word is also possible, but it may also cause the consequences of the Warp Demons believing in the Emperor, as we just saw."

Magnus sighed. What kind of thing is this?

"Oh! Let me calculate! Calculate! Hmm? 7! Maybe I can summon Nikail!"

Mortarion's hands trembled. What the hell was Nikel? What the hell was psychic power? What the hell was that? Psychic power, demons, Mortarion just wanted to find something to cut with his sword!

Whatever! Now! Immediately! Summon!

Summon! Summon now!

The third summon!

No matter what was summoned this time, they all reached a consensus to beat it up!

When Mortarion stood on the summoning circle, he shouted his own name loudly, ready to trick the demon out of the warp!

Magnus felt the spiritual energy draining from his body...

Damn! Another big demon!

Desperate people! Looking at the green mist rolling like waves, everyone just hoped that this time it wouldn't summon any strange things.

This time the Emperor did not steal a glance at him, for he was busy hunting Malcador through the Warp.

The moment when that bloated, mycelium-covered, clean thing came out.

"Erebus! My brother! I heard about your deeds from Ace!"

A rough and honest voice sounded slowly, and the yellow-skinned faceless statue began to emit a faint light. The figure who walked out of the passage where the subspace curtain and the real physical universe were broken apart waved his hand, and the mountaintop surrounded by poisonous fog instantly became clear.

"I am the Plague Killer, I am the Forsaken, I am the Child of the Loving Father, is that you? Erebus! I am Grakas! I am your brother!"

Erebus is numb! He is numb!

Who is Gracas? He doesn't know him!

When the four Primarchs looked at Erebus together, "CNMD Emperor, you fucking tricked me!"

"Explain, explain! Erebus!"

Lorgar looked at Erebus in disappointment. The greatest heretic was actually him... oh no, it was the Emperor! The second greatest heretic was actually Erebus! Lorgar couldn't accept it! He absolutely couldn't accept it!

"Die!"

Mortarion didn't want to hear a word from these demons. Lies! All lies!

"You smell so good, my friend!"

Grakas, a descendant created by the great demon Nurgle, was captured by Tzeentch and catalyzed by Tzeentch himself. Grakas became a plague of plague, a plague killer, so much so that even the extremely tolerant Nurgle had to throw the child out of the garden to fend for himself, but he still had some friends.

For example - Ace.

Grakas looked at Mortarion with a simple and honest look. He could sense that Mortarion was suffering from a strong plague. There was also plague on this planet, but only Erebus. He did not sense any scent of plague from Erebus.

As expected, Erebus is his loving father's favorite child.

"My brother!"

"That's enough! You filthy thing, go back and perish with your rotten world!"

Luo Jia stood in front of Erebus, he planned to protect the dog!

Mortarion continued to poke Grakas with his sickle. He soon discovered that although his power could cause damage to the Nurgle demon named Grakas in front of him, his self-healing speed was also very fast. But when Magnus and Angron joined in, they clearly saw that Grakas was covered with scars.

"Alright! Stop cutting me. I won't hurt you. I'm here to heal you!"

Gracas was a little angry. He didn't understand why he was beaten. They were all children of a loving father. Wouldn't it be nice to play happily together?

"Tell me your true name! Grakas the Great Unclean!"

Erebus stood up and glared at Grakas. He couldn't let this guy mutter anymore. He was now determined to overthrow the Emperor, and he didn't want to be labeled a heretic again!

"Ah? My name is..."

The moment the Great Demon uttered his real name, countless faceless statues of the Emperor emitted a faint golden light. From the Word Bearers to the Death Guards, all of them knelt on the ground, covering their heads in pain.

Magnus also endured the slight pain and wrote down the name of this great unclean one.

Just as Magnus was about to expel the Great Unclean One.

"Wait! Don't expel me!"

Grakas sensed Magnus's intention.

"I can banish the plague for you! I'm very useful! Just let me stay by Erebus's side! I'll do anything!"

"Who told you to believe in the Emperor?"

Lorgar scoffed at Grakas's words.

"Will the Emperor love me? If so then I can believe it!"

Green crystal tears flowed from Grakas' eyes. As an abandoned person, Grakas had never loved anyone in his life.

"Repeat after me! I will believe in the Yellow-skinned God???"

As soon as Luo Jia opened his mouth, he saw a golden thing carrying Grakas and flying into the subspace. It was so fast that it passed by in a flash. Everyone looked at Grakas who was expelled in an instant, and they all fell silent for a while.

"Or, let's not summon..."

Erebus raised his hand. He now seriously doubted how many people present were mentally healthy.

At least he, he felt that the Emperor should just ascend the throne as soon as possible!

"Bros……"

Mortarion walked over, looked at everyone, and opened his mouth.

"Would you like to... try Mortarion's delicacies... or even eat on your ship? I think... I need to rest for a while."

Oh my god! The most resilient person said he needed to take a break!

83

Chapter 83: Great Gift! And the Imperial Map!

Give up!

Bad tactics!

Whether it's Erebus or Mortarion, all the top executives are now playing badly.

Playing cards, lying down, drinking ice water.

Even Luo Jia gave up writing the Holy Words. He couldn't write anymore, he absolutely couldn't write anymore. He didn't know how he should write anymore.

"Lord Erebus! This approval document!"

Kor Phaeron knocked anxiously on the door, trying to wake the Primarchs and Erebus inside. Business! The final approval of the business needed someone to review it! He couldn't let Orperson see it all the time! His sleep time had already been squeezed down to fifteen minutes a day!

"How about we rebel?"

Erebus jumped up from the sofa, then he ate a big golden pen bag and lay down again. Forget it, there is no way to rebel!

The Emperor is watching him every day. Not to mention that he rebelled, even if he summoned a little demon, the Emperor might ask him personally if he wants to deal with some Slaanesh demons. If anything happens, the Emperor can protect him!

So...what should they do?

"The Emperor's messenger has arrived."

Magnus keenly noticed that a ship in the universe jumped out of the warp. Could this be the messenger of the Emperor that Erebus mentioned?

"We've arrived!"

Erebus yawned. Oh, right, the Emperor said he would give him a great gift! What great gift? Erebus wanted to see just how great it was!

……

Roland Menethil Aethel-Carlton... Let's call him Roland for now. As a Custodian, he is the Emperor's loyal servant, the Emperor's spear, the Emperor's shield, but he doesn't understand.

He didn't understand why the Emperor attached so much importance to Erebus. Even on Horus, he had never seen the Emperor attach so much importance to him.

Although Roland likes to paint in his spare time, he rarely shows his paintings to others. After all, every member of the Imperial Guard is an art master, and his artistic style is a little unconventional.

So after he left, he was afraid that the paintings would be discovered. That was the reason, so he planned to complete the task quickly. After all, he was a contestant in this blood game.

Roland raised his power halberd and felt the vibration of the warship. Finally, the two ships were connected!

Send it back and it’s over!

Thinking this in his heart, Roland took the first step in his life.

The Word Bearers stared silently into the corridor, the candles on their shoulders burning slowly as they stared at the passage with cold eyes. Lorgar, wearing a tall crown and white and gold papal attire, stared at the exit with a serious expression.

Magnus was wearing a white robe, with a memorandum of wisdom and an unknown book hanging around his waist. The Thousand Sons raised their heads proudly.

Mortarion was wearing his heavy green power armor, his eyes were cold, and he posed with his hands folded across his chest, while the Death Shrouds also remained silent and still.

"Well, please give me some space. I want to install it too."

Angron looked at his brothers who were showing off. He quickly took the axe and dragged Kahn and Erebus to find a place to stand.

Angron slammed his chainsaw axe directly onto the deck.

Erebus was about to speak angrily.