Bestor was sure that Erebas was not crazy, but he was not far from the word crazy - in his eyes, Erebas was not so much following the Four Paths as using the meaning of the Four Paths to frantically benefit himself, and he readily accepted the image of being the most hated guy in the Eye of Terror - Primarch, if Erebas had any ambition, he should have used the meeting that only the High Priests of the Word Bearers could attend to establish good relations with the Primarch and other Word Bearers factions. If he had done so, the warband would not be living a life where even robbery and looting were not very effective! "Ha, what's the point of me thinking about this now? Erebus is rotten, so do I have to walk the world according to the words of the Primarch?" After brainstorming frantically for a while, Bestor, who felt that he could only rot with Erebus, shook his head with a wry smile. After knocking on his body a few times to make sure that there was no problem with his old power armor, he was ready to leave the terrace. However, he had just taken two steps when a strange feeling made him look at a certain house involuntarily, and then he couldn't help but walk towards it. "What is it, come out!" However, this "inability to help oneself" came quickly, and was also suppressed quickly by Bestor. After losing consciousness for less than a second, Bestor quickly regained control of his body. Realizing that something was wrong, he tightened his chainsaw sword while his other hand touched the grenade launcher at his waist. He was ready to draw his gun at any time to strike back at the thing that had charmed him by some unknown means. Although, he only had one magazine of grenade launchers on hand..... "Don't be nervous, Bestol." The next moment, Bestor heard the voice of his old friend. "Germal!?" "it's me." As Gemar said this, he opened the door and walked out of the room. Of course, as soon as he stepped out of the door, he knew that Bestor, who had never had an "accidental encounter" in the Eye of Terror, had already locked his head with his grenade launcher.
"Stand still. I can't be sure what you are. As far as I know, Gemal should be on the Painful Truth, and that ship entered the orbit of this world only half an hour ago." "I am Gemar - brother, I come to you in this way to persuade you to spurn Erebus and return to the true right path. This is your last chance." After hearing what Bestor said, Gemar stood at the door obediently and spread his hands to show that he had no weapons and no ill intentions, but... "Germaer would not say such a thing. You are not Germaer, who are you?" Although he felt that what Gemar said about "spurning Erebus" made a lot of sense, Bestor, who knew that Gemar believed in the Four Truths of the Primarch as much as he did, became more vigilant - he was sure that the Gemar he knew would never say such words! In other words, this Gemar was either someone pretending to be his friend, or the "Eye of Terror" had caught something in his heart and brought him an "illusion", or the answer was even worse - he was Gemar, but he was no longer Gemar! "Hey, I said, you'll definitely need my help - hello, my name is Rusalka!" An elegant and gentle female voice suddenly reached Bestor's ears. A cloud of golden smoke rose up beside Gemar without any warning. The invisible sense of oppression emanating from the smoke made it easy for Bestor to lose control of his weapon. When the smoke condensed and the image of the existence inside appeared in front of Bestor, the old Word Bearer could hardly believe his eyes. The one standing next to his best friend was actually a Slaanesh Daemon! Moreover, it looked like a top-grade Slaanesh Daemon, one that specialized in torture! "Germaar! Are you so obsessed with the path to Paradise? This is against the teachings of the Primarch!!" Under the suppression of Lusalka's aura, Bestor tried his best to suppress the bad feeling in his heart. He breathed hard, clenched the weapon in his hand again, and silently recited the original body's holy words in his heart. In order to resist the terrifying aura surrounding the Slaanesh Daemon that appeared before him - although, despite this, it seemed to have little effect. "Not really. On the contrary, I have realized the true righteous path. The existence of this great demon Lushaka is the symbol of the true righteous path." Gemar's words made Bestor further confirm his previous guesses. With great willpower, he tremblingly raised the chainsaw sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at the Great Daemon of Slaanesh to express his attitude - but the next moment, Bestor was shocked by what the Great Daemon of Slaanesh took out and turned into a "sculpture". "How is that possible? How could He take out this book? This is impossible!" "This is why I say that His existence represents the true right path - return to the true right path, my friend. The reason I came to recruit you is because I know that you have this understanding." Gemar's hand gently passed over his chest, allowing some energy to flow, while also removing the illusion that Lusalka had cast on him - the Mark of Purity, the Word of the Emperor, and many more things that should not have appeared on Gemar were presented one by one in front of Bestor, shocking his soul and destroying his worldview - Primarch above! Why did his old friend return to the knees of the rotten corpse of the throne, and seemed so happy about it? Could it be that he didn't know that doing so was a betrayal of the Primarch's Word... and many more? Bestor, who suddenly realized something, cast his gaze towards the book in the hands of the Slaanesh Daemon standing behind his old friend. Many memories that should have been obliterated from his mind long ago were clearly pieced together again because of the title of this book - it is true that The Word of the Emperor is a banned book of the Word Bearers, but it is also true that the words in this book praising the false emperor on the throne were written by the Primarch of the Word Bearers - seeing this Slaanesh Daemon holding this book without any pressure, and even the flames rising from his body are still golden, could it be... ? "Yes."
Gemar's voice interrupted Bestor's thoughts. Surprised that his friend seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, Bestor looked at his old friend in astonishment, which earned him a smile from his old friend - a truly warm smile that had disappeared from the Word Bearers long ago. "How did you..." "I can guess what's going on in your mind - my friend, it's not hard to guess. Come, let us comprehend the true path together and understand the original intention of our Primarch." ——————————————The dividing line on the cruiser—————————————————————— The Grey Knights Grand Master felt melancholy. In other words, he found it difficult to find a specific word to describe his current mood, so he had to use the word "depression" to roughly summarize his mental state. After all, what he was participating in now—or at least what he knew about—was not something a Grey Knight should be so indifferently involved in. After the Truth of Pain successfully established a two-way connection with Erebus and reached the sky above the demon planet without hindrance, those "future Imperials" who realized that most of this world had fallen into the Warp began to do incredible things again—they summoned those Word Bearers who were already loyal to the Emperor on the cruiser and asked them to give a list of Word Bearers who "they knew might understand the Emperor's true words." Then, with the help of that... well, very good-looking but definitely not a Slaanesh demon, a demon named Rusalka, God knows how to classify it, they projected part of their will onto the surface of the planet to "persuade" the Word Bearers on the list. Well, this scene, Diego felt a sense of déjà vu no matter how he looked at it... "Lady Dark, I think this guy looks a little promising, give him some strength? - Sadness, on fire." "I think this guy I'm watching has a chance to join the ranks - well... well, he's also excited." "Someone knelt down! Someone knelt down! One of the brothers succeeded in turning over a new leaf!" "According to current statistics, we have burned more than 30 people and succeeded in two cases. The success rate is not bad. Lady Dark, should we expand the list later?" Of course, Diego's entanglement was not caught by the Hammers. Since their incarnations could not play any role in this happy event, they were constantly paying attention to the progress of the Dark Lady's operation, happily watching the Word Bearers who were being "persuaded". Whenever a Word Bearer burned up, or knelt down and declared that he would use everything he had left to be loyal to the Emperor, the Hammers would cheer or sigh in the group. Fortunately, Diego had no idea what the Hammers were talking about in the exclusive chat group. Otherwise, the Grey Knights Grand Master, who had finally believed in the Hammers 99%, was unsure... Well, it’s not a positive impression anyway. "Okay, since it's so effective, of course we have to make it as exciting as possible! - This scumbag Erebus chose to make his fortune by betrayal, so it's only right to use an 'incredible' betrayal as the opening ceremony and let him perform the last comedy of his life! Ah! I feel like I'm so high!!" The Dark Lady's demon body twisted around crazily on the bridge, making Diego frown. However, when he thought about how these guys were really After doing the work, the Grey Knight Grand Master had no choice but to close his eyes, sit on the chair with his weapon in his arms and take a nap. In a nutshell – out of sight, out of mind. ———————————————The dividing line of Erebus—————————————————————— He was dressed in a robe of luxurious appearance, covered with human skin scrolls inscribed with the holy words of his own primarch and painted with the symbol of Chaos Without Division. He held a scepter that was filled with an endless aura of darkness and engraved with curse words from the Warp. Having finished dressing, Erebas walked out of his room with a hypocritical smile on his face, and headed towards the gate of the temple as usual. At the door, his personal attendant had brought everything that the dark apostle needed to prepare before preaching, as usual - this behavior has been going on for thousands of years, and Erebas has become accustomed to it. "Sir, the car is ready." After completing the final preparations before preaching at the door, another personal attendant of Erebus walked up to him and knelt on one knee. "Ah." Erebas nodded slightly, motioning the servant to take him to the car, and the servant did not say much, turned around and together with another servant, "served" Erebas out of the temple gate. At the gate, a black armored vehicle was trembling slightly under the power of the engine, waiting for the arrival of the dark apostle. "Go and open the door." Erebus said so, and then his expression froze. Because Erebus saw it, saw the grenade launcher extending from the car and aimed at him.
34. Erebus must die! — The hunted dark apostle Why did I encounter such a thing in the sacred world I chose? When he was hit hard by a bunch of explosive bombs, and when the shock waves of the explosion forced the dark apostle to take a big step back and almost fall to the ground in an extremely embarrassing posture, Erebas couldn't help but have such a question flashed through his mind - because this world is too sacred, the members of the warband who can be selected by Erebas to participate in the sacred affairs of this planet can be said to have been carefully selected by Erebas again and again - but why would some of them choose to raise the banner of rebellion and betray themselves? "You bunch of people! Have you forgotten the teachings of the Primarch? Are you planning to abandon the Four Noble Paths???" However, although this round of bombardment was a fatal blow to most Astartes, for someone like Erebas who had accepted various "gifts" from the Power of Destruction for a long time, even if it was intentional, he only had a pile of clothes torn into pieces, and a lot of ugly wounds were burned on his body by shrapnel and high temperature. In the rage of being betrayed, Erebas quickly chanted an evil spell, opened his hand, which still had five fingers, but was essentially no longer a human hand, and guided the furious power of the Supreme Heaven to pinch the black armored vehicle that should have been his mount, vowing to crush the bodies of the hateful traitors and bind their souls to his scepter to remind those who come later - those who betray Erebas will be doomed! However, just before Erebas' spell took shape and was about to cause the power in the Vast Ocean to turbulently manifest in reality, a light golden flame rose up from the black armored vehicle without warning, and quickly condensed into several shapes that Erebas was very familiar with - accompanied by the peculiar eerie laughter of Tzeentch demons, a large golden fireball took shape in the air, sweeping in the opposite direction of Erebas' spell - the two incompatible forces collided in mid-air with lightning speed, and the shockwaves generated by the annihilation of supernatural energy quickly engulfed the land within a radius of hundreds of meters. Inorganic matter that had become sentient due to the pollution of chaotic power screamed and was annihilated in the storm, Erebas' temple collapsed in the turmoil, countless numb slaves were dully swallowed by death, and several Chaos traitors were annihilated in the torrent of Chaos without even having time to howl. "The usurper's messenger?" The sudden change also gave Erebas an extreme surprise. While his temple was turned into ruins with a rumbling sound, the dark apostle was also swept up by the chaotic wind for a long time, and then was thrown onto a pile of rocks with a snap like a cheap rag doll. The horrible impact force instantly penetrated Erebas' internal organs that were still in the mortal world, and large mouthfuls of black blood kept pouring out of his mouth. "We are not the messengers of the usurper. We are the judges of existence who are here to 'send' you to where you should go, scum." Although it looked like a normal Tzeentch, it had golden wings and a staff that looked more like a staff of the state religion than a magic wand. It walked out of the storm that slowly turned into gold, and the golden flames burning in its eyes kept telling Erebas some terrible truth. Seeing this thing that was completely impossible to exist in his cognition appear in front of him, Erebas tasted the emotion called "fear" for the first time since he was born. "You are not worthy of returning to peace. You are a traitor. You can't go anywhere except the ending we arranged for you." Before Erebus could get out of the confused thought of "Am I still asleep?" In the storm, another 'Great Unclean One' appeared slowly with golden flames burning on his body and shaking a bell with the imperial double-headed eagle emblem in his hand. His skin was extremely smooth and there was no festering pustules at all. He walked towards Erebas step by step. With every step, this great demon who was extremely strange in Erebas' eyes would ring the bell, letting the sigh-like bell sound reach his ears. With every step, a 'Nurgle Demon' who existed in a similar way to him would appear behind him, cruelly telling this rebel a 'crazy' story. "The Holy Emperor has ordered! This world must burn! Slaughter everything! Exterminate everything! Offer skulls to the Golden Throne! Blood sacrifice to the True God!!!" The bloodthirsty demon with huge demon wings spread proudly displayed the double-headed eagle on his chest armor, raised the demon-slaying sword with the Emperor's golden flame in his hand, and fell heavily from the sky to the ground. Along with the bloodthirsty demon, the airdrop pods fell from the sky like a meteor shower - but! Aren't the legion marks on those airdrop pods Chaos Octagon or World Devourer? Why would they do that? Wait, if they knew they were here, they might do that, but why did they roar in the communication channel "for the Emperor"? ? ? "Hehehe - Erebus, hello, I am the drama director of everything you are experiencing now. I named this drama "The Great Rebellion of Holy Word Star". Because you are too useless and scum, the people under your command decided to launch a powerful uprising against you, so that those who are qualified to repent can return to the command of the Holy Emperor - for this, shouldn't you sacrifice your rotten life and soul to put a commendable end to this drama? Don't worry, I will copy billions of copies of your end, let it spread forever in reality and the warp, so that your name will never be forgotten by history, and by the way, let those who have done the same as you who should suffer eternal damnation know their possible end - well, considering the nature of the warp, will my doing this turn you into a lesser god who symbolizes scum and idiots? Oh, it's really difficult -" In the graceful, yet horrifying voice of Erebas, the Slaanesh demon in the form of the Dark Lady gracefully stepped out of the golden storm and controlled all the rapiers on his body to fly up and point directly at Erebas' body. When these swords pointed at him, some inexplicable pain suddenly rose from the depths of Erebas' soul and lingered over the limbs of the dark apostle in the blink of an eye. Erebas' intuition told him that some really interesting horrors were waving at him. If he didn't think of a way out, next year... No! He wouldn't even have a death anniversary! "So, Erebus, what will you choose? Will you resolutely realize that you can't even pay for what you have done with your life, and kneel here and wait for death, or......?" Before the Dark Lady finished speaking, Erebus suddenly destroyed the scepter in his hand. The uncontrolled power of the Dark Power suddenly wrapped around Erebus' body, quickly twisting the body of the Fallen One. However, the Fallen One did not end his life in this way, but... "Hahahaha! Whatever you are! Anyway! Goodbye!!" Amidst wild laughter, several rune lines engraved on Erebas, whose body no longer resembled a human, suddenly connected with each other, forming a magic circle covering his entire body. The energy of the subspace flashed through these magic circles, causing the dark messenger to disappear from the spot in the blink of an eye. Seeing that Erebas had made his choice, the Dark Lady smiled and narrowed her eyes. "Everyone, Erebus chose the worst option. I am happy to announce - implement Plan B!" ————————————The dividing line of Erebus———————————————————————— The current state of the Holy Word Star was either that he was crazy or that the demon world was crazy. Since the subspace was originally crazy, it could only be that he was crazy. Well, maybe he was not crazy, but that he was facing the test given to him by the great powers. Otherwise, how could he be betrayed by his own men, and how could he see those strange messengers of the gods? It must be like this, it must be like this! Erebus fell into the room he had prepared as a fallback in a very bad and painful manner, gasping for breath. Regardless of the severe pain of his flesh and bones being torn apart by the forced activation of the escape ritual, he struggled to stand up, holding on to the wall, and carefully moved to a crystal clear crystal ball. He chanted incantations in a low voice, calling on the supreme wisdom in the warp space, humbly asking to borrow their eyes so that he could determine the current appearance of the planet. As the dark ritual gradually pieced together everything that had happened to this world in pieces before Erebus' eyes, the question marks in the dark apostle's mind surged more and more... The World Eaters and the Black Legion, along with the messengers of the Chaos Powers, burned, killed and looted this sacred planet. I don't know where the Astartes of the Empire came from, and they are now wreaking havoc on this planet. I have witnessed the emergence of at least several founding groups, including the Dark Angels, the Imperial Fists, the Space Wolves, and the Ultramarines. Moreover, they seem to be similar to the World Eaters, the Black Legion, and even the messengers of the Great Powers. Are you all getting along well?
The mortal Star Legion and the nuns of the State Religion - as well as a large number of members of the Mechanicus, were frantically destroying the buildings they had painstakingly built in this world. Things like Shadow Sword super-heavy tanks appeared in multiple units without cost - the emblem engraved on the most conspicuous Shadow Sword clearly showed that the crew members of this Shadow Sword were the elite among the elite. Then, the simplest question also came up, how did so many mortals appear? Well, if these mortals are not a problem, then the aircraft belonging to the Eldar flying in the sky is really a problem! Erebus knew very well what the predecessor of the Eye of Terror was. With the virtue of the Eldar, they would actually choose to come back, and! They even attacked me so deep in the area of the Eye of Terror? Oh, right! Did I even see the Dark Eldar aircraft flying over just now? Well...the existences bombarding Holy Word Star include green metal skeletons, some bald creatures holding various weapons that do not look like humans at all, and creatures that call themselves Titanium and are relatively new in this galaxy - Erebus is certain that this sacred planet has already gathered races and forces that would be difficult to gather even in a normal apocalyptic-level war, and they have reached an unknown "consensus" for strange reasons! "Great gods, I will do my best to pass the test you have given me. In order to enable me to better execute your will, I beg you..." After confirming again and again that the current situation on the Holy Word Star was extremely abnormal, Erebas, who had recovered some strength due to the short rest, knelt down without hesitation in front of the Eight Points of Chaos in the room and prayed to his master with all his "piety". However, after he waited for a long time, all he heard was a faint sneer that he himself could not even be sure existed? "Gods, I understand what you mean." Although he was extremely reluctant, Erebas, who thought he understood the intentions of the Chaos Gods, decided to drag his 'broken body' through the powerful test that the Powers of Destruction had placed upon him. So, Erebas held onto the wall and walked to the other side of the secret room. After operating on the wall for a while, he allowed a secret door to open in front of him. Then, he raised his wrist and gently pressed a button on it. In an instant, a message that could only be understood by the Word Bearers' personal guards he brought with him this time spread throughout the entire Holy Word Star. "All right." After completing all this, he found the emergency supplies he had stored in the dark room within the dark room, and after confirming that all of them were normal, Erebas breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the small bed in the room and began to regulate his breathing - now he was really tired and worried, so he decided not to go anywhere until his personal guard found him. ————————————————The dividing line between the Hammer guys———————————————— "Charge!!! F2A!!!" Above the Queen of Glory, Liang Feifan, who temporarily stopped the connection with his descended body, continued to take out chess pieces from his military box and put them on the battlefield, while fanatically roaring for his chess pieces to advance at all costs in this demon world - well, if you don't look at the main types of chess pieces he took out, maybe he is indeed playing the role of an extremely loyal Imperial Cursed High Lord... "Liang Feifan, don't be ridiculous. It's a spectacle that he appeared in Papa's eyes. It's even more ridiculous that you can kill CSM like a chicken!" The political commissar sister, who was commanding the Astra Militarum and the Space Marines to jointly advance the front, looked at the fanatical Liang Feifan and couldn't help but "criticize" him. Of course, the political commissar sister's criticism was subtly taken over by Redler, one of the high lords who joined in the second wave, within a second. "In fact, I personally think that the appearance of Titanium in the Papa Eye can be explained by a simple subspace surface storm. The appearance of his black and white bean sprout combination in the Papa Eye is really outrageous - don't forget that the Papa Eye represents the rise of Shakti and the collapse of bean sprouts. No bean sprout with a normal brain will return to this place!" "Hey, hey, hey! My bean sprout black titanium is not normal, but the silent ribs are normal..." Hearing Redler's complaints, Liang Feifan protested loudly. "I think from one side, the ribs are at least the most normal among all the abnormal things you threw out - although to be honest, everything except the CSM and the Chaos Demon is not normal." Gu turned his head and knocked the rest of Liang Feifan's words into his stomach with a stick. Hearing Gu's words "not seeming to lean towards either side", Liang Feifan "muttered" a few words in dissatisfaction, and continued to command his special mixed army, which seemed to be wrong in every way, to continue to run rampant on the Holy Word Star - this wonderful interaction continued until the communication from Lich Zhang was connected to the Hammer Chat Room. "That scum has sent a signal. His coordinates have been determined." "Huh? The script has reached the most important part so soon? We thought Erebus had some trick up his sleeve to escape from this world!" "Great, great! Give us the coordinates! We want to watch the end of Erebus! No! We want to participate in the end of Erebus!" " Stop, my three views are all broken now. If we take away a bunch of more things, I'm afraid he will directly suspect that he has fallen into some illusion of the Chaos Four Vendors - don't change the plan. After getting rid of him, we will have plenty of time to slowly "talk" with Erebus. " "Hey......" The other Hammer Brothers who were stopped by Lich Zhang sighed, and the Hammer Brothers who were able to watch the "Suffering of Erebus" in the first wave began to arrange their reserve troops very seriously - Sister Political Commissar and Liang Feifan re-entered the descended body state, and the Dark Lady also restrained some of the madness of the previous battle and summoned her four demon chess pieces - as for Lich Zhang, he served as a diplomatic bridge between the Word Bearers who returned to the Emperor's command and Diego, and provided the Grey Knights with a copy of Erebus's current location - of course, Lich Zhang also made a request to the Grey Knights, that is, Erebus's sins could not be cleansed by more than death, and they hoped to see a living Erebus - well, the kind that was still breathing. "it is good." Diego said so.
——————————————The dividing line of Erebus———————————————————— Plop, plop, plop. Erebus didn't know how long he had been waiting in this room. Of course, he knew that knowing was meaningless, because in the Eye of Terror, time itself was meaningless. Plop, plop, plop. Erebas felt his heart beating very fast, as if they wanted to tell him something - no, they must want to tell him something, because he was now being tested by the gods, but he chose to wait here. Could it be that the gods were unhappy? Click, click, click. Just when the Dark Apostle was upset, Erebas heard footsteps coming from afar. Quickly, Erebas put his eyes to the observation port and saw with relief that several of his guards were heading in this direction. After carefully observing these guards, Erebas felt that most of his worries were gone. Sure enough, it was the gods' intention that one of his subordinates betrayed him in the car. It was hard to say, there were no subordinates in the car at that time, only servants of the gods...