Erebus: Resurrect, My Warmaster, Blitz God

Holy Terra!

Ron's sense of crisis grew stronger and stronger, yet he still could not figure out exactly what he had overlooked.

"Ah, professional matters should be left to the professionals..."

He sighed and stopped dwelling on it.

Ron recorded this premonition as a possible warning sign of danger and sent it to his divination coven.

After that, he ordered the personnel of the Departmento Munitorum to be summoned, having them take part in the emergency meeting for the Vigilus campaign.

At the same time, in the Warp.

A twisted, evil sky loomed over a desolate plain. The parched ground was littered with the dead and with dying inhuman creations.

Most of them were hybrids of humans and beasts, while some were filthy beings of darkness that violated the laws of the material world.

They looked like failed clones, and some even bore sacred yet deformed forms.

Hhh—

A broken head let out a pained groan, only for a heavy plasteel boot to stamp down on it, bursting out thick fluids.

"Damn it, why are there more and more of these things?"

The Word Bearers Anointed warrior glanced at the filth beneath his feet and spat in disgust.

Even as a fallen warrior, he did not much like these man-made blasphemies.

But he had no choice but to obey orders and transport materials to the experimental base, so they could create even more blasphemous constructs.

That lord had used extremely bizarre methods to create one inhuman thing after another.

Some even involved legendary figures.

The Anointed warrior turned to look at the Word Bearers squad behind him and urged them on:

"By the Holy Father, if you don't want that lord to peel your faces off, move faster!"

This Word Bearers squad was transporting a batch of special cargo.