Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

Soon the two men were fighting, with Angron and Lorgar pointing and fanning the flames.

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

Erebus's eyes turned and he suddenly thought of something.

"Your Holiness! What's the matter?"

"You know the blood game."

Erebus asked with a smile.

When Luo Jia heard what Erebas said, he thought that after meeting each other for such a long time, how could he not know that Erebas was definitely in trouble at this moment!

Lorga shook his head.

"Well, every once in a while, the Imperial Guards will select someone to carry out an assassination attempt on the Emperor, and use them to survey the defenses of the Imperial Palace."

Erebus spread his hands.

"What do you mean, Lord Erebus?"

"Lord Yellow-skinned God! I also want to participate in the blood game!"

Erebus roared.

But the yellow-skinned god ignored him.

Erebus scratched his head, then looked at Magnus. Magnus kept his mouth tightly shut, and Mortarion spat in his face!

"Magnus! Call the Emperor for me!"

"Just say, we want to participate in the blood game too!"

Soon Magnus made an OK gesture.

After seeing that the Emperor had given his permission.

Erebus is ready to fight.

"Brothers! Come to live!!!"

……

When Roland was released, he felt like he was dreaming. As a royal guard, he was guilty. No matter how others described him, in his eyes, the emperor would always look like a dark-skinned little girl: cute, lively, and dark-skinned!

This also led to Roland often drawing the Emperor based on his own impression of him and carrying it with him, and he was even very nervous about it. But now.

This matter has been discovered!

Roland wanted to die to atone for his sins, but he couldn't die, not even when Ahriman and Karn released him.

He felt that he was going to be executed, but when he was invited to the table.

Roland thought this was the Last Supper.

but……

"Tell me about your blood games."

Erebus asked, looking at the poor Custodian.

Just as the golden corn cob was about to answer, Erebus nodded.

"Yeah! You're right. We'll participate in the Blood Games too!"

But he hasn't said anything yet!

"Magnus! I need Perturabo's help!"

Wait, what does your participation in the Blood Games have to do with Perturabo?

"Don't worry, you are not fighting alone this time."

No! That's what I'm worried about. Corncob looked at Erebus and felt that the Word Bearers' leader seemed to be trying to cause trouble!

"I, Mortarion, Lorgar, Magnus, Angron, Perturabo, and the Warp Daemon will help you win this battle!"

Rebellion! What kind of blood game is this! This is pure rebellion!

Five Space Marine Legions aided him! This is pure treason! No, I'm going to report this to Terra! I'm going to tell the Emperor! The Space Marines have rebelled!

But! The biggest problem is! How should he get out!

"So the plan this time is..."

Erebus drew out a long note.

"A little rebellion in Erebus!"

Luo Jia raised his head and crossed his arms.

How could the Human Empire's main planet be without a yellow-skinned god statue? Luo Jia would never allow it!

The Astro-Speakers! The Astro-Torch! And the Navigators! I, Magnus, am here!

As for Mortarion and Angron, just kill them!

Just as Corncob was anxiously wondering how to report this to Terra.

"This was permitted by the Emperor."

"That's right! This time the slogan is! The Emperor is dead! The Divine Emperor must be established!"

Erebus opened his mouth and said. Everyone looked at Erebus and gave him a thumbs up!

At this time, what was the Emperor doing, even though he had agreed to let Erebus and others participate in the mini-game!

He discovered his new son!

So the Emperor is racing like crazy through the Warp, planning to retrieve his newborn son and then throw him out to join the Great Crusade of the merry Imperium of Man!

Anyway, Horus is on the front line, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Even if it was Erebus, that guy knew in his heart what to do and what not to do. The Emperor felt that he still had some sense!

87

Chapter 87: Erebus's Small Rebellion (2)

front.

On the Blood of Steel.

Primarch Perturabo has just received a message from the Thousand Sons.

He was invited to go to Barbarus to participate in a game against the Imperial Fists. Magnus briefly explained in the letter that they decided to participate in the blood games of the Imperial Guard to let the brothers on Terra see the dangers of the demons in the warp, and to fix the problems in the Imperial Fists' defense line.

When Perturabo saw this and was thinking about how to refuse Magnus, he saw the rest of the text.

We urgently need a master of the construction trade to aid in the post-war reconstruction of Terra.

This unthinking act of rebellion gave Perturabo some comfort.

good good!

After pondering for a moment, Perturabo decided to lead part of the fleet to participate in this game.

only.

Perturabo looked at the tense front line.

This time, as the Dark Angels and Iron Warriors are fighting together, how should he escape?

"Help me get through to Ryan!"

Perturabo waved his hand! He had made up his mind! Dorn, right? You wait for me! When I arrive! There's no way a single building on Terra belongs to you, the Imperial Fists!

……

Inside the Terran Palace, Malcador discovered something interesting: the Thousand Sons' Radiance and the World Eaters' Conqueror both departed from the Moon, and their direction was Barbarus.

Moreover, Malcador also noticed something unusual. Before this group of people left, a large number of Ultramarines from multiple legions were drawn from the Terra Inquisition, but there were no Imperial Fists!

When Malcador wanted to ask the Emperor what happened, he was unable to contact the Empire in time due to a small storm caused by the Warp.

After sighing, Malcador took a sip of tea. It seemed that the Emperor's Thirteenth Son, Guilliman, would be coming in two months.

Forget it, I, an old man, will receive this politician when the time comes.

Malcador stretched.

When Erebus returns, he and the Emperor plan to brainwash the child, or rather, instill the Emperor's great plan into him.

Malcador snapped his fingers and wondered who would be given the position of Prime Minister of the Empire in the future?

Is Guilliman the Lord of the Ultramarines or the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds?

Malcador pondered for a moment.

Forget it, let's just go with Robert! Anyway, this kid is pretty good and likes government affairs.

……

"For the Yellow-skinned God! We are willing to sacrifice our sinful lives!"

"For the Yellow-skinned God! We are willing to sacrifice our sinful lives!"

Lapu screamed in despair, looking at the words engraved on his body, holding a flashlight in his hand, why, why is it like this!

And its other half, the Las demon, is also very desperate. They now don’t understand why these devils would let them, a group of subspace demons, serve as soldiers!

These little demons had no choice but to do squats under the cold gaze of the Word Bearers and the Thousand Sons.

Because their true names have all been given away! Some demons, unable to bear the burden, want to commit suicide and escape. Even if they succeed, they will be summoned out in the next second and hung on the yellow-skinned statue.

The horror is not just that, a group of brainwashed lackey demons actually began to help this group of devils defraud the poor and helpless demons in other subspaces!

Do you understand this feeling of despair?

I don’t understand! I don’t understand at all!

Roland looked at the Warp Demons below who were training in an orderly manner and shouting the name of the Emperor loudly. He didn't know what was going on in this world!

As a veteran of the Terra Unification War, he had seen demons before, but the miserable condition of these demons was completely controlled by the Word Bearers and the Thousand Sons.

If something like this, something like this sneaks into Terra.

Roland couldn't imagine it. Besides that, Roland also found that there were some golden spots on these damn demons? That seemed to be a miracle from the Emperor. Something is wrong. Let me take another look.

Soon Roland discovered that the Emperor had actually given a faint blessing to these damn things?

Huh? What the hell?

Although the Custodian is a psychic idiot, his eyes are not blind!

"You are a member of the Custodes, you should be aware of the patrols and protection measures of the Terran Palace."

At this moment, Erebus's voice came faintly, and Dolan was instantly terrified.

"I am loyal!"

"Loyalty! Loyalty, you painted the black-skinned effeminate emperor?"

"This...this is me! It's not! This is a misunderstanding!"

Dolan hesitated. In fact, he couldn't explain the situation clearly. After all, that was how he saw the Emperor! What could he do? After all, the Emperor had many faces!

"Good brother, ahem, do you want to get to know the Emperor better?"

Erebus placed his hand on Doran's shoulder, and his voice was like a devil tempting the loyal guard.

but!

"I am loyal!"

The Imperial Guard spoke again.

"Then I can only hand this painting over to your Custodian Commander, the Primarch, and the Emperor himself!"

Shame! Absolutely shameful! Dolan was going to find a place to commit suicide!

"You know, I might still have some say in the warp. You don't want to die in peace! Your Excellency the Custodians!"

Dolan looked at Erebus in despair. This is a devil! This is the demon of the Warp walking in the world!

"How about we talk about the defense of Terra Palace?"