Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

Everyone pointed their fingers directly at Horus, whose face flushed red. He once longed for the Warmaster so much, but that was a gift from the Emperor. This gift given with disdain from his brothers made Horus feel a little bit broken!

"Great Warmaster! Lord Horus!"

Erebus stood up and shouted with his huge arms!

"Great Warmaster! Horus!"

Lorgar, Magnus, and Angron shouted in unison.

Horus was so angry that he couldn't speak. Only Fulgrim patted Horus on the back to signal him not to be angry.

"Warmaster! Warmaster! What should we do now?"

Erebus looked at Horus like a curious baby.

No! This wasn't a drill! It seems you had no preparations at all!

"Head straight to Terra!"

Horus said with a grunt.

"No!"×5.

Go straight to Terra! How can this be possible! I absolutely disagree!

"We need to build statues of the God-Emperor on every planet along the way!"

Lorjia lowered his eyes and made a strange turn on the planet, from Barbarus to the Ultramarine. When Auguston, the representative of the Ultramarines, saw Lorjia's finger crossing his own 500th world, he was completely numb. This is called along the way!

"Yes, that's right, heretics should all die!"

Mortarion approved.

"The defenses of these planets are too poor. The Iron Warriors can help reinforce them."

And by the way, put the Iron Warriors logo on it! Of course, Perturabo didn't say this.

"I'll go find some psykers."

Magnus waved his hand.

Good, good, good! Everyone has their own ideas! It seems these guys don't take me, the Warmaster, seriously at all!

Horus clenched his fists.

"I agree!"

Erebus raised his hand.

You agree with your mother! Horus held back his anger and didn't curse.

"My brothers, what is our purpose?"

Horus asked this question while holding back his breath.

"Let the Emperor become a yellow-skinned god!"

Eribas spoke his mind frankly.

"Something psyker."

Magnus intends to expand his army.

"Promote the Yellow Skin Cult!"

Luojia is the Pope, but with so few believers, how can he help his brothers become gods?

"Destroy all buildings with the Imperial Fists logo!"

What purpose? Of course, it is to help the Imperial Fists to defeat the enemy!

Bengbu is home! Bengbu is home!

Horus's Claw of Horus slammed directly onto the table.

"I disagree!"

"Then let us choose Fulgrim as our Warmaster!"

Eribas is planning to make a substitution!

"Erebus! You CS!"

Horus stood up and pointed at Erebus and cursed.

The defense is broken! Horus is completely broken!

In the end, the whole thing came to nothing because after Horus' earnest persuasion, everyone finally gave up their idea. After all, it would consume too many resources, so everyone reluctantly agreed. When Horus walked out the door, his face was still ashen.

To be honest, this warmaster is really for dogs! Even dogs don't want him.

When the representatives of other legions saw the Primarchs retreat, they also left.

And Erebus called out to the representative of the Dark Angels, Luther.

"Luther, huh?"

"Greetings, Commander of the Word Bearers."

Luther looked at Erebus who suddenly called him and was a little confused for a moment. After all, the two had no intersection before.

How do I turn? How do I turn?

Erebus stared at Luther, and Luther felt a little uneasy. Could this guy have some special hobby?

Just as Luther was thinking.

"Come on, I'll show you around."

Erebus placed his golden lightning claws on Luther's shoulders and said with a smile.

Luther looked at the Lightning Claw that was so close to him, and he didn't dare to disobey at this moment.

Luther had a feeling that being Ryan's representative might be his biggest mistake!

90

Chapter 90: Small Rebellion (4): Horus, my father doesn’t love me! Cry!

In the dark and damp room, Luther could feel the wailing coming from the dark corridor. Luther didn't understand where Erebus was taking him.

Intermittent wails and the sound of two people smacking their lips while drinking tea could be heard from the corridor.

Luther felt slightly alert and placed his hands on his waist.

"Luther, what is your position in the Dark Angels?"

Luther Silent is probably the adjutant?

Erebus saw that Luther didn't say anything and didn't mind. He came to the door of a room guarded by a guard wearing Terminator power armor.

After the Terra veteran nodded to Erebus, the two guards slowly opened the door.

When the flickering light entered Luther's eyes, he looked at the countless documents in the room in shock. Countless skeleton servos were flying back and forth. In the middle, a haggard man wearing a military uniform that had not been washed for who knows how long raised his head. When he saw Erebus.

His eyes were filled with fear.

"CS! CS! Erebus! You CS! I want to see the Emperor! I want to see the Emperor!"

Erebus looked at the somewhat mentally disturbed Orpesson. Sure enough, this guy's brain was not very good recently. What if his work efficiency dropped?

Erebus planned to give Orpesson an extra thirty seconds of rest.

"Kor Phaeron!"

Erebus suddenly shouted at this time.

But no one paid any attention to him.

"President of the Tribunal!"

Erebus shouted loudly!

"Here we come! Here we come! Is your meeting over, Erebus?"

Luther watched as an elder in long clothes slowly walked out from the door composed of documents. He walked out with a thermos cup in his hand, talking and laughing, and behind him followed another old man.

"This is Kor Phaeron, President of the Imperial Inquisition and Lorgar's adopted father. This is Luther, adopted father of the Dark Angel Lion of the First Legion."

So sour, the President of the Imperial Inquisition, what a high-ranking official!

Luther felt a little sour, but that didn't matter.

"This is Damikos, my adoptive father, and also Perturabo's adoptive father. He is currently the Vice-President of the Inquisition. As the adoptive father of a Primarch, I believe you two should have something in common."

Sour! So sour! Luther looked at the two well-dressed big men who seemed to be drinking tea and not working. Then he thought about how he had to endure hardships all day long. Ryan was still not happy. To be honest, Ryan handed over all his legion affairs to Luther, and Luther was very happy. However, when it came to arguments on certain issues, Ryan often made the decisions himself.

This adjutant is so tired!

"Ahem, Kor Phaeron, what is the current organizational structure of the Knights-Errant of the Inquisition?"

What is a knight errant? I don’t know!

Kor Phaeron spent his days deceiving demons, bringing down heretics, and watching Orpesson work. He had no idea what a Knight Errant was, but when he saw Erebus winking at him, Kor Phaeron understood!

Sure enough, the kid knew that the two of them were too busy now, so he wanted to recruit someone to join them in playing Landlord!

"Erebus, we are in need of a leader here!"

"You know the Inquisition is overwhelmed right now, with too many heretics to deal with. Although the Knights Errant have the power to execute first and report later, and only obey the imperial authority, there is no reputable person to take on this task!"

Kor Phaeron said with a look of regret, then he looked at Luther.

"If there were a hero like Luther, I think the future of the empire would no longer be a luxury. Alas, what a pity, such a pity!"

Luther's breathing became heavy as he listened to Kor Phaeron's words, and for a moment his heart fluttered.

But after thinking of Ryan, Luther remained silent.

Kor Phaeron stared at Luther and said, "Brother, I'm already moved, why are you still so reserved?"

Kor Phaeron stared at Luther, who looked nervous.

Hold on! Hold on! Luther, you are the adoptive father of the Primarch, how could you come to this unknown organization!

Absolutely not!

"Alas, when will these days of two missing one end?"

Two missing one? What? Two missing one?

Doubts arose in Luther's mind.

"Kor Phaeron! How dare you poach people from the First Legion? Even though the Emperor can agree to let Luther come, Kor Phaeron! Even if we have seven days off a week! Full of benefits! We can give you whatever you want! But we can't poach people!"

Erebus said with a look of deep sorrow.

I think! I can do it! I can do it! When Luther heard the benefits Erebus mentioned, he instantly became excited.

He really wanted to tell Eribas right now that he could do it! He wanted to send Ryan a letter of resignation and then take up his post!

Thinking of this, Luther hesitated and was about to answer.

"Oh no! Lord Erebus! Commander Erebus! Lord Perturabo and Lord Lorgar are fighting!"

At this moment, Jarulek suddenly rushed in.

"what happened?"

Erebus wondered why Perturabo and Lorgar would fight.

"Lorgar let slip that we gave Lord Perturabo's sworn brother to the Imperial Fists!"

Very spicy! Very spicy!

Erebus was stunned for a moment. How could Perturabo possibly know about this? What if Perturabo suddenly stopped playing and went to the Empire?

Erebus hurriedly followed Jarulek, and soon the group arrived at the arena.

"Lorgar, you CS! You actually sent my brother to the Imperial Fists!"

Perturabo roared angrily, smashing the hammer in his hand madly on Lorgar's scepter.

Luo Jia was inconsolable at this moment! He wasn't CS! It wasn't him who gave it to her! It was Erebus! Erebus, help!

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Isn't your other brother with the Word Bearers?"