Warhammer, how did I become Erebus?

Hallucination? Delusion? Or reality?

Titus doesn't know! He's not clear! He doesn't understand!

But he still raised the best bolter in his hand and shot at the knight's shoulder armor one by one.

There was a clanging sound and intense sparks flashed.

A Nurgle knight slowly began to run forward, and Titus took out the dagger from his waist, ready to prove his loyalty with his life.

Titus stood directly in front of the Imperial Fists.

"For the Five Hundred Worlds!"

As the battle cry sounded, Titus saw two blue figures appear in front of him in an instant.

That is - the Ever-Victorious Army!

One of them held a large shield, and the other held a power sword. They glanced at Titus first, and then, in Titus's shocked eyes, the Ever-Victorious Army holding the large shield raised the large shield. The large shield made of ceramic steel burst out with five-colored divine light, and the powerful psychic energy directly resisted the Nurgle Knight.

Another victorious soldier jumped from the ground into the air, swung his power sword, and with a golden light, the knight's cockpit was torn open by the victorious soldier.

Chang Shengjun looked at the cystic mass of flesh in the cockpit. He was just about to chop this blasphemous chaos to death with a sword, but accompanied by a red beam of light, Chang Shengjun slowly turned his head in the air and saw a molten beam flying directly towards him.

Paji.

A pair of Smurf's legs fell to the ground. Even with the demonic force field, they still couldn't stop the sneak attack of the melta gun.

"..."

Titus looked at the knight in front of him with anger, but before he could get angry, he saw two green guys holding sickles and dragging the ever-victorious soldier away with a look of disgust on their faces.

"Awesome, brother! Your body can withstand the melta cannon!"

"Um! Can you open a green channel?"

"Even your father can't help! The realms of death and rebirth are so crowded right now! Get in line!"

The faint sound gradually faded away, and Titus felt as if he was hallucinating, but before the hallucination ended, another Ever-Victorious Soldier was smashed down.

"Tsk."

The ever-victorious soldier holding the shield was extremely angry.

"Back off soldiers!"

The Ever-Victorious Army shouted loudly.

Titus looked at the Ever-Victorious Army with a resolute expression as he stood beside the Ever-Victorious Army, accompanied by the other three Death Watch.

The Ever-Victorious Army looked at Titus without a helmet and was about to say something, but then he shut his mouth.

He asked them to retreat not to fight to the death, but...

"boom!"

A huge airborne capsule crashed down from the mountain. Titus looked at the huge airborne capsule and was choked by the dust it raised.

"Cough cough."

Titus's violent coughing made the victorious army beside him burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha, juniors! Learn from this!"

Titus had never expected that this ever-victorious army could be so sinister.

"Where are the enemies of the Emperor! Blasphemers! Die!"

"For the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds!"

"The CS God Erebus and the Yellow-skinned God are watching us!"

"Destroy the heretics!"

Countless voices rang out at once, and a bulky yet concise knight suddenly stepped out, and the huge chainsaw sword directly chopped the Nurgle knight in front of him to the ground.

When a melta cannon hit the Demon Knight, the thick smoke and dust dissipated. The Demon Knight looked at the countless Nurgle Knights. The two-legged auxiliary mecha kept shooting at the Demon Knight on the ground, but who could have expected that two more Demon Knights would appear behind the Demon Knight!

The last demon knight who came out was covered in golden light. He was the demon knight blessed by the Yellow-skinned God.

"The yellow-skinned enemy! He must die!"

The three Demon Knights suddenly attacked, and their chainswords and shoulder cannons fired wildly. One Nurgle Knight after another was blown to the ground. The Demon Knights looked at the Nurgle Knights lying on the ground and slowly resurrecting.

Countless distorted faces emerged from the surface of the knights, and countless demons rushed to devour the chaos on the Nurgle knights. Some Nurgle knights possessed by demons were devoured while screaming, and then the demon knights divided the work in an orderly manner.

Guilliman ignored the battle on the field and floated directly in front of Titus.

Titus knelt down immediately after seeing the person in front of him.

The throbbing emanating from Titus' gene-seed made him realize that this was the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds.

His father.

"Name."

"Titus."

“Administrative experience.”

"?"

Guilliman looked at Titus with a puzzled look on his face. He felt a little disgusted. Is this really his offspring?

Titus clearly saw the disgust on Guilliman's face and was at a loss for what to do. Was he doing something wrong? Was he doing something wrong?

Just as Titus was doubting himself, Guilliman sighed.

"Go learn from the Word Bearers when you have time!"

Guilliman said with a soothing look on his face.

"???"

Titus was even more confused. The Word Bearers! Aren't they traitors?

Titus was confused and had too many questions in his mind.

But Guilliman said nothing. He turned his gaze to the Ever-Victorious Army beside him.

"Snapped."

Guilliman smacked the Ever-Victorious Army's helmet with his head.

"Are you capable? A one-on-one challenge to a knight?"

The Ever-Victorious Army lowered their heads in grievance. Isn't this for the honor of the five hundred worlds?

"You and the other one are going to stay with Horus for two days. Don't you like charging? Get out!"

Guilliman kicked the Ever-Victorious Army.

The ever-victorious soldier looked back every three steps. Even without showing his face, Titus could feel the grievance of the ever-victorious soldier.

Soon, all the zombies and Nurgle knights in the temple were wiped out by the Empire's demon knights.

Guilliman stepped forward to the front of the hammer.

He stared at the war hammer that carried the power of the God-Emperor.

"grown ups."

"Call daddy."

Titus was choked by Guilliman's words. He was stunned for a moment. Aren't all Primarchs like this?

"father."

Titus said sullenly.

"Good son!"

Guilliman patted Titus's shoulder with a look of enjoyment. Titus was confused and didn't understand why Guilliman was so happy, nor why he had a strange sense of accomplishment.

"Dad, this holy object is used to seal the chaos in this world. I think we should ask the state religion for help..."

Before Titus could finish his words, he saw his own Primarch father pick up the warhammer with one hand.

"……father!"

Titus watched in despair as the temple shook and the breath of Nurgle continued to pour out of the hall, the moment the first warp crack opened.

Titus glanced at the Primarch, who was smiling beside him.

"Son, get ready for battle!"

390

Chapter 390: Guilliman: Revenge! Erebus! I want revenge!

What exactly is a Primarch?

Titus had no understanding before this.

but.

A huge warp passage opened up inside the temple, and the green warp passage made Titus tighten his grip on his weapon.

A small dagger.

Titus originally thought that the demon knights would help them, but what he never expected was that these knights actually left directly?

What's the point?

Titus only saw his own Primarch sitting in front of a desk. Wait, where is the desk?

Titus had so much to complain about right now that his super brain couldn't keep up.

Wait, wait! Why was there such a powerful resentment behind his father? That powerful resentment made Titus shudder. This power of the Warp made the four Death Watch stare at each other. The Imperial Fists and Raven Guard raised their weapons. Titus and the Ultramarines hesitated for a few seconds before resolutely standing by Guilliman's side.

Damikos and Guilliman had no time to care about these people's little actions.

"The Great and Loving Father is watching over you and me."

"My father is above the Seven Lights Heaven. The Seven Lights Heaven is the cycle of life and death, the beginning and the end!"

In Guilliman's eyes, countless Nurgle armies poured out, and the huge temple was extremely crowded. In the largest warp passage, countless Nurglings were being nervously carried under a huge sedan chair. On the sedan chair, countless bottles and jars were constantly shaking, and the pervasive poisonous gas and plague began to spread around.

"It is Kugath, Master Guilliman."

Damikos narrowed his eyes and told the information he knew.

Guilliman sat in front of the table without saying a word. As a poor psychic Muggle, Guilliman didn't know what expression he should use to face these Nurgle demon armies and the Great Unclean One.

Amidst the sounds of laughter and joy, Guilliman grasped his pen without leaving a trace.

"The Emperor's Son?"

"Oh, no, Primarch of another universe, the great and loving Father has known of your arrival for a long time, hahahahaha! But we are waiting, waiting for your fall, Lord Guilliman! Lord Guilliman of another universe! We share the same path, why don't we join the embrace of the loving Father together?"

Kugasta extended an olive branch to his loving father.

"Click."

Guilliman crushed the pen in his hand.

"This ugly friend."

Guilliman endured the nausea and his expression was very calm.

"Every god has his own holy number, but unfortunately, my holy number and Nurgle's overlap somewhat."

"Just like his old man is 7."

"My holy number is 007."

Guilliman's words were a bit surprising to Kugath. After all, besides Mortarion, there was someone else who was as holy as his kind father. And compared to Mortarion in the garden, the fluttering moth, Guilliman with the aura of a secondary god of the warp in front of him seemed more important in Kugath's eyes.

Guilliman smiled and said nothing, he just stared at Kugath. This smile made Kugath feel a little cold in his heart. What was he laughing at?

What are you laughing at?

Laugh at your ignorance, naivety and kindness.

"You like developing viruses?"

Guilliman suddenly asked as he looked at Kugath in front of him.