The Savior: Erebus, the Vigilus Campaign, and

A freakishly impossible survivor?!

"That really is that fucking bastard. Ten thousand years, and I never thought that dogshit thing would still be alive and not beaten to death yet..."

Ron frowned and looked over the message again, making sure he had not misread it.

In that urgent message, the Imperium traitor the Raven King Corax was pursuing was none other than the Word Bearers' Dark Apostle, Primarch Lorgar's most trusted lieutenant, the Hand of Destiny—

Erebus!

It was a name that stank to the heavens. If the most evil trash in the entire universe were to be ranked, Erebus would certainly be on the list, and near the very top, fully deserving it.

He was so cursed that even seeing his name felt unlucky, like stepping in dog shit, and he was despised by both the Imperium and the fallen Legions.

Erebus's combat strength was not much to speak of, but his ability to disgust people and weave schemes was maxed out.

So much so that even his name and identity had been stolen.

According to the highest-level forbidden archives within the Imperium.

This pile of stinking dog shit had been born evil. He killed the original Erebus, then took his place and infiltrated the priestly class.

Through all kinds of methods, he climbed to the position of lieutenant in the Word Bearers Legion, and finally earned Primarch Lorgar's trust, becoming his right hand.

Erebus was a natural-born Heretic of Chaos, the kind that even the Lord of Change could only marvel at.

At the very beginning of the Imperium's founding, from the moment he first saw The Emperor, he was already thinking about how to bring The Emperor down and overthrow the Imperium.

There had been no purpose behind it. He simply wanted to do it, and he