Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

A death squad consisting of hundreds of demons was sent out.

Although there are still thousands of demons in stock, Erebus does not intend to throw them all out at once.

After all, it's such a waste.

When the demons in the warp loudly praised the Yellow-skinned God, they were thrown down along with the Yellow-skinned God statue.

Dark Phoenix and Mortarion's eyes lit up. Although Erebus was a CS, his tactics were indeed the best in the empire!

After all, who can control the demons in the subspace and make them so loyal to him?

Except Erebus! There is only one, no other.

In the bustling alien city, the aliens watched the yellow-skinned statue falling from the sky and landing heavily on the ground.

The aliens looked at the faceless statue with vigilance.

When an alien poked the yellow-skinned statue with the butt of the gun in his hand, a claw directly pierced the poor alien through the heart.

"Enemy attack!"

Before the other aliens could react, countless subspace demons roared down from the yellow-skinned god statue. They laughed wantonly and killed. Death and blood, the name of the yellow-skinned god resounded over the entire city.

Countless aliens rushed forward one after another, wanting to kill these damn demons.

Countless demons rushed forward one after another, wanting to be killed by these damn aliens.

Then both of them discovered something in despair.

That is, the defense cannot be broken!

The laser beam at most made a hole in the Warp Demon's body, but it was not enough to kill the Warp Demon. The Warp Demons looked at these laser beams that recovered slower than their own bodies, and they wished they could give them the Space Marine's bolter.

"Hold the formation!"

The aliens screamed madly as they watched their compatriots being dragged away by the warp demons one after another. In just a few minutes, the aliens had lost three or four hundred people, and the warp demons tried their best to stay alive according to Lord Erebus's orders.

Erebus and others watched through the images as the subspace demons brutally abused the group of alien colored pens in the alien world.

"Captain Erebus! A high-energy reaction has occurred on the planet!"

After Angertai noticed something was wrong on this alien planet, he immediately reported it to Erebus.

At this moment, the city where the subspace demons had landed erupted in dazzling flames.

"Sure enough, this group of aliens has technology that we don't know about."

Angron scratched his Butcher's Nail, which shook twice. He had consulted a doctor before and it had been professionally examined by the Emperor's professional medical team.

And the doctors gave Angron a strange answer.

That is, the butcher's nails are loosening, and Angron is growing wiser.

This result is extremely good for Angron.

……

"Now, I declare that everything on this planet belongs to the Empire."

"Wait! My Lord!"

At this moment, Angelte suddenly shouted loudly.

Erebas looked at the image with a puzzled look on his face. He saw that in the ruined city, most of the demons were still alive. The yellow-skinned statue emitted bursts of golden light, covering this group of Yaqi space demons.

"?"

Erebus rubbed his eyes and said, "You are not the Yellow-skinned God. What's wrong with you?"

"Forget it, send someone down to see if these Warp demons are any useable. If the damage isn't serious, have the aliens repair them. If the damage is serious, send them back to the Warp and summon them back."

Erebus' words made everyone respect him, even Perturabo would give Erebus a thumbs up.

"correct."

Erebus turned his gaze to the Dark Phoenix, and the Dark Phoenix nodded and looked back at Erebus.

"how?"

"How's the construction of your Yellow-skinned Goddess statue going?"

Erebus suddenly asked.

"Most of it has been built, but our doctrine is not yet complete. I wonder if Commander Erebus has any thoughts on this."

Erebus stroked his chin.

"Lord Fulgrim, do you know anything about itasha?"

……

Abaddon, Horus's right-hand man.

Although he was sent to the Word Bearers by Horus to study, to be honest, he would rather let Loken come. However, he knew the Wolf Lord's trust in him, and Abaddon sighed helplessly.

He looked at the others inside the transport, Fabius of the Emperor's Children, Sigismund of the Imperial Fists, and Jarulek of the Word Bearers.

Abaddon admired Jarulek's efficiency as a senior demon expert, but the only problem was that his weird state made Abaddon a little unhappy.

"Listen, everyone. Our mission this time is to find the location of the alien's unknown weapon. We must try our best to keep the alien alive. Only living souls will fool those idiot demons."

"According to Lord Erebus's instructions, we need these aliens to summon Warp Demons, so if any aliens surrender to you, just accept them."

Jarulek quickly handed over the task given by Lord Erebus, and then turned his gaze to the guys around him.

"Also, Ahriman and his team are on the same mission as us. I don't want our team's performance to be worse than the one next door."

As a favorite of Erebus, Jarulek does not want to lose Erebus's trust for some reason.

It’s okay to lead new people, but don’t hold them back.

He had seen that Erebus had not been able to eat or sleep well for several days because of the scarcity of demons in the Warp.

and so.

Let Jarulek protect Lord Erebus's smile!

Alien! Warp demon!

You better be sensible!

When the barge dropped to the ground.

Jarulek was the first to step out of the ship.

He glanced down at the charred, half-dead Warp Daemon.

Just give him a loyal bolter bullet.

"Abaddon, summon it again!"

"?"

The other half-dead demons quickly tried to get up from the ground.

119

Chapter 119: Devil: Don’t deduct my performance points! Sir!

It doesn't matter what the alien is called.

Jarulek knocked an alien unconscious. This humanoid alien could not use psychic power, and its laser weapons could not break through its defense. It was like a large flashlight. None of this mattered.

Jarulek looked at the aliens whose necks he had broken. This was the thirteenth one. He didn't understand why the aliens were so fragile. It was unbelievable!

Fabius, the Emperor's son, was trying to rescue the rotten alien. Although everyone had used all their strength along the way, there was still no survivor, which made the demons responsible for exploring the way silent.

"Lord Jarulek."

A pink demon who believed in the yellow-skinned god came over with a melancholy look on his face. As a member of the Demon Association, he felt it necessary to ask the adults to stop.

"kindness?"

The muzzle of the Bolt Rifle was raised.

"Sir! Can you please let us come?"

"We will be gentle and won't kill them. Don't kill them. If you do, you won't be able to summon the evil Warp Demons!"

The pink-fearing monster was in tears.

It doesn’t matter under normal circumstances. If you kill the demons in the subspace, at worst everyone can go back and rest and catch their breath.

But there are so few demons in the Warp now, and one more demon can help share some of the pressure on other demons.

Therefore, the pink demon only begged these killing gods not to kill him. The aliens were such precious things. In the past, he was considered a small officer under the Yellow-skinned God. Ever since the Yellow-skinned God showed his great power, he has become a little devil in the subspace.

Unwilling to accept this! This pink horror monster is unwilling to accept this!

Garurek was silent for a moment, then nodded stiffly. After getting Garurek's affirmation, the Pink Terror quickly told his colleagues the good news that the Space Marines would not act ruthlessly again!

In fact, the Warp Demons knew better how to take advantage of the emotions of these aliens. After dozens of aliens were captured by the Warp Demons, Jarulek nodded.

It’s okay. You can consider sending these Warp Demons to the Iron Warriors to fight for a few days.

Jarulek and the others were on guard while exploring forward.

When the third group of aliens were tied up by the subspace demons, gunshots suddenly broke out in front.

Jarulek saw an alien operating a large firearm and directly blowing up a warp demon.

After seeing their colleagues die, dozens of Warp Demons rushed forward and charged towards the muzzles, but Jarulek was faster. He raised the bolter in his hand and quickly beat the group of aliens into a paste. The demons looked at the empty weapons in despair.

"Abaddon, summon this dead demon."

Jarulek said without any emotion.

"Deduct it from his performance."

Following Jarulek's icy voice, the demons were all moved. If their performance was to be deducted, then how long would they have to stay in the real universe?

Jarulek snorted coldly.

"See, my brother?"

"These Warp Demons always think we are idiots. It's not that easy to die."

Jarulek snorted coldly, these subspace demons still want to escape?

His Lord Erebus's most loyal warrior, Jarulek, agreed!

Abaddon was muttering spells with a bitter face in the back. He was almost becoming a ruthless machine for summoning demons from the Warp.

When the killed Khorne demon appeared, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Your performance has been deducted."

Abaddon said to the demon expressionlessly.

"No! No! No! Sir, please give me another chance! Please!"

The poor vampire knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy from Abaddon. Abaddon didn't know what to say for a moment.

"My brother, don't you remember that sentence?"

Jarulek walked over and looked at Abaddon.

"Demons have no emotions and no sense of pain."

Abaddon closed his eyes and spoke.

"That's right! My brother, this is the latest edition of the Sacred Words, and I suggest you take a good look at it! Now, demon! Get back to work!"

Jarulek kicked the bloodletter to the ground.

The bloodletter's face was gloomy as he praised the Yellow-skinned God. He wanted to capture a large number of aliens! Ten thousand! No, no, not a hundred thousand!

Jarulek looked at the fleeing vampire, his face still expressionless.

We must not let that guy Ahriman surpass him!

Absolutely not!

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The essence of war is the continuation of politics.