Even Sith, who wasn't from this place, widened his eyes slightly upon hearing that name.
Then, whether they were Imperial loyalists or traitors, everyone around them simultaneously showed hatred, as if they wanted to kill each other, upon hearing that name.
Even Bayer, who was disliked by both sides, now had the confidence to hold his head high and spit in disdain from a moral high ground after hearing that name.
If there was anyone who was an absolute born evil in the Warhammer galaxy, it had to be Erebus!
He was the kind of person who would trip others up and cause trouble, even if he gained no benefit himself, and even suffered more harm than others.
He was also one of the core instigators of The Great Rebellion.
Although he was a Word Bearers priest, he was not religious.
Although he preached Chaos Gods faith, he backstabbed his closest friend simply because his friend was more favored by the gods than he was.
Even his name, 'Erebus', was stolen from his friend, a usurper in the Word Bearers Legion.
Of course, the way he stole it was still by backstabbing and killing the other party.
Moreover, unlike other traitors who rebelled for various complex reasons and objective factors, Erebus had none; Erebus simply couldn't stand to see others do well.
Even if he gained no benefit himself, merely watching others suffer misfortune because of him would make him gloat and use it as a topic for boasting.
Therefore, Van Roth hated him, Bayer hated him, and even Huron, who had never met Erebus but only knew of his deeds, also hated him.
Compared to Erebus, Bayer was a good person who reasoned things out! Huron was an upright and honorable gentleman!
And it was such a beast who ran through the entire Great Rebellion.
From seducing Lorgar into Chaos Gods, to stabbing Horus to allow Chaos Gods to possess him, and then to orchestrating the Istvaan massacre of the loyalists in the traitor Legions.
There were also numerous other major events, such as later fabricating orders to force the Thousand Sons to rebel, and betraying Angron to Khorne.
As the Word Bearers said, as long as Sith found Erebus, he could immediately know the current stage of The Great Rebellion.
Because throughout the entire rebellion, Erebus was the most damn active!
Furthermore, if anyone in the galaxy could send him back to 40K right now, besides the Emperor on Terra, Sith really couldn't think of a second person.
So, understanding the situation and doing his best to prevent the outbreak of The Great Rebellion, ultimately gaining the God-Emperor's trust and returning to 40K, was the only thing Sith had to do right now.
Without standing up, Sith simply raised his head slightly and waved at the flying black gold skull.
"Go find Erebus."
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A certain Nameless Galaxy.
The once pastoral, tranquil agricultural world, and the farmers who enjoyed the Empire's most powerful period, had long since turned into shriveled, blackened heads strung on black iron fences.
Mangled bodies were twistedly arranged on the former farmlands, and dark energy continuously gushed into the real world from these blasphemous arrays made of farmer corpses.
The once brilliant sunlight was being obscured by gradually rising dark clouds.
In the few cities of the agricultural world, large groups of Word Bearers were dragging desperate, pleading Mortal men and women, impaling them alive on 'Iron Thorns'.
Then, after witnessing their horrifying agony and the splashing blood, the Word Bearers who had done all this turned to look at the other side.
There was a projection, and in the projection stood a young priest with scriptures written all over his head.
"Lord Erebus, are you sure this will earn the favor of the gods?"
Watching the evil ritual being performed by his subordinates, the local Word Bearers Captain frowned and asked Erebus.
Erebus, with a smug smile, looked at the tormented, unfamiliar Mortals, who had no relation to him whatsoever, and nodded in satisfaction:
"Of course! And the more torment, the more the gods will respond."
Erebus slightly lowered his head, a sinister sneer twisting his lips, while his eyes looked at even more Mortals on the other side, a huge expectation appearing in his eyes.
The Word Bearers Captain followed Erebus's gaze and looked over as well. Although he had only recently joined the traitors and still felt some resistance to such actions, he hesitated briefly before looking at his subordinates.
"Erebus, I'll f*** your mother!!!"
Watching his own Captain still planning to continue slaughtering Mortals, simply because Erebus wanted to see it.
The loyalist Word Bearers, disarmed and detained on the other side, finally couldn't help but curse at Erebus in anger.
This included the other Word Bearers around who remained loyal to the Empire.
At the same time, the immobilized loyalist Word Bearers, seeing their former comrades guarding them with hesitant expressions, continuously gestured with their eyes for their comrades to look at the Mortals.
"Look, even if the Emperor isn't a god, are the gods obtained through such methods truly gods?!"
"Even if they are! They are Chaos Gods!"
The loyalist Word Bearers wanted to persuade their comrades, and their comrades indeed showed greater hesitation upon hearing this.
But Erebus, looking at this loyalist Word Bearers who disliked his methods and insulted him, his sneering gaze shifted from the Mortals to these Astartes.
Staring coldly at the Word Bearers who opposed him, Erebus turned his head back to the Word Bearers Captain.
"Of course, if the Mortals you sacrifice consistently fail to attract the attention of the gods, then perhaps..."
"You could switch to more meaningful offerings."
Saying this, Erebus looked at the loyalist Word Bearers, and the Captain, seeing that Erebus was actually asking him to slaughter his former brothers, immediately fell into a huge struggle.
But Erebus gave him no chance to struggle, and to ensure these loyalist Word Bearers would die a horrible death, he confidently declared:
"Don't worry, as long as you make the sacrifice, you will immediately receive a response from the gods."
Word Bearers were fanatics, especially those who had already clearly rebelled and fallen into Chaos Gods.
Although the Captain struggled, faced with the assurance of his Legion's priest, his eyes were still replaced by fanatical faith.
The last trace of struggle in his eyes vanished. As he coldly looked at his former battle brothers with whom he had fought side by side and entrusted his back, his humanity completely disappeared with it.
And watching himself orchestrate this good show, Erebus's face showed even more smugness and excitement.
Then, just as the Captain personally walked towards this group of loyalists, the ritual, which had been prayed for half a day, finally...
Received a response!
A powerful divine energy fluctuation suddenly appeared in the planet's orbit.
Feeling the overflowing divine power, Erebus's eyes widened in surprise, astonished that a god had actually been summoned.
The Captain was also ecstatic, and quickly turned to prepare to prostrate himself.
But when the Captain turned around, and Erebus also put on a 'pious' expression, what they saw when they looked up was the Imperator Somnium, radiating divine light in orbit, and the 'God-Emperor' like a golden sun.
Erebus: "???"
Captain: "???"
All Word Bearers: "???"
No...
We've been praying for so long, how did you, old man, get summoned instead?!
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