Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 98 Old Huang, just think of it as doing this for the child!

Zhou Yun saw the memories that had settled within the clay tablet.

In the distance, the flames of war raged, and the War King, clad in brass armor and wielding a battle axe, was crushing the wizards who were still trying to resist.

The scribe who wrote on the clay tablet knelt on the ground, trembling, looking fearfully at the woman who was walking towards them.

The woman comforted them in a low voice. Her voice wasn't particularly pleasant, and it was slightly hoarse, as if she had been hurt by the wind and sand on the battlefield.

The woman told the clerk that they only wished to kill all the corrupt wizards in the world, and that she had only kindness and love for mortals.

The woman stepped into the archive room, her gaze sweeping over the clay tablets in the room, her eyes lingering for a moment on the one in Zhou Yun's hand.

The clay tablet had just been carved and was not yet completely dry. The woman leaned closer, seemingly curious about what was written on it.

Thus, Zhou Yun was able to see the woman's face clearly through the clay tablet.

She was not a particularly beautiful woman. She had a large frame and a more masculine physique than a woman's. You could see the marks of war and her well-trained muscles. Her face was not delicate either; instead, it was full of the pitted and uneven marks left by the war.

Only those eyes were truly beautiful, like moonlight falling into one's eye sockets, light, pure, and full of resilience.

She bore only a slight resemblance to the stunning statue of the priestess of the Temple of Simeneta, but Zhou Yun could vaguely understand that this woman, who was not particularly beautiful, was the goddess Simeneta.

Because she was surrounded by the power of the subspace, the faith of millions, tens of millions, or even more people, who devoutly called this woman a deity walking among humans, and referred to her as the incarnation of the goddess of beauty on earth.

Back then, the veil of Macragge was thin, the boundary between the warp and reality was unclear, and the power of will and faith was far stronger than it is now.

As a result of those beliefs, a physical entity formed in the warp, intersecting with Simeneta's projection in the warp.

Zhou Yun saw the entity in the Naya space, a powerful entity formed by the mixture of faith pointing to Simeneta, Simeneta's soul, and Simeneta's psychic talents.

There is no time in the subspace. Zhou Yun saw it in the past, and he sees it in the present, and he will see it in the future.

On his golden throne, he looked at the warp entity manifested by Simeneta, a tattered storm sinking into Slaanesh's palace, being slowly devoured and eroded, yet not completely corrupted, nor succumbing to Slaanesh.

Looking at the subspace entity, at the storm swirling with faith, Zhou Yun saw fragments of Simeneta's memories within it.

They called her a beauty.

Those who were favored by the King of Wizardry, promoted from among the mortals, and appointed as nobles called her that.

Is she really beautiful?

She looked at herself in the mirror, at her ordinary face, and knew that she was not beautiful, and that the nobles were full of lies.

She has a natural talent for subtly reading other people's thoughts.

She knew that although those noblemen respectfully called her "Beauty" and pursued her with an attitude of infatuation, they were actually mocking Simonetta in their hearts as an ordinary woman, and ridiculed her as "Strong Man" Simonetta because of her large frame.

What they sought was the vast inheritance left by Simeneta's parents, who had died when Simeneta was only one year old—the wealth that was unparalleled among all the nobles of Macurag.

An ugly woman with a beautiful fortune – that's how most people see her.

How ridiculous! How ugly!

She stared blankly at them, watching the nobles perform before them, praising her beauty, saying they loved her, filling her heart with lies, and widening the emptiness in her soul.

Love and beauty are a lie; this is her only understanding of love and beauty.

She hosted lavish parties, squandering the wealth left by her parents, indulging in pleasure and admiring the pursuit of lies, hoping to fill the void in her life.

"How pitiful, a lady who has never seen love and beauty," the eldest patriarch of the Guilliman family said to her at a dinner party.

"I've seen a lot of lies," she replied, having been seen through.

"But love and beauty are not lies. If you want to find genuine praise and love, then go and look in the sewers beneath the city."

"If you were to use half the cost of your dinner party to send food down the drain, you would receive genuine praise and admiration."

She didn't understand why she had to seek praise and adoration in the sewers.

There were only starving poor people there, and slaves kept by the sorcerer king to serve as sacrifices.

But she did it anyway, longing to fill the emptiness in her heart, even if it was through such an absurd method.

She carried cartloads of cheap food into the settlement in the sewers. The poor and slaves, dressed in simple clothes and with faces ugly from disease and hunger, rushed forward, scrambling for the food in the cart. They praised her loudly, squeezing out every word in their minds to extol her beauty and kindness.

How is this any different from those nobles? It's just a lie told to get something from her.

No, there is a difference, they are completely different.

Her talent allowed her to perceive that the poor and slaves who ate her food genuinely felt she was beautiful and were sincerely grateful to her.

Why?

To figure this out, she went into the sewers more and more often, distributing more and more food to the poor and slaves.

The poor and slaves were first grateful to her, then they loved her, and finally they even began to believe in her.

They say she is a goddess of beauty descended to earth, the embodiment of beauty, and the most beautiful woman in all of Macurag.

There were no lies in their words.

So she met the elder patriarch of the Guilliman family again.

She said she had realized it.

Sincere love and beauty bring happiness to others.

But that wasn't enough; no matter how much food she brought, she couldn't truly bring happiness to the poor and slaves.

Thus, she and the head of the Guilliman family formed an alliance of eighty-eight families who longed to overthrow the tyrannical rule of the Wizard King.

They shed blood together, vowing to slay the King of Wizardry and exterminate all wizards on earth.

Thus, the blessing of the god of war arose from his blood, elevating the eldest patriarch of the Guilliman family to the status of a chosen one clad in brass armor.

Thus, she drew strength from the faith that pointed to her and became the embodiment of the goddess of beauty walking among humankind.

So they joined forces to overthrow the rule of the sorcerer king and liberate cities one by one.

So they stormed into the court of the sorcerer king.

They met the King of Sorcery, who had never shown himself.

Crystals sprouted from the ground, witchfire swirled and swirled, and the King of Sorcery, shrouded in the wails of sacrifices, began to ascend. Azure bird feathers sprouted from his body, and his eyes transformed into mirrors that shimmered with countless changes...

The King of Wizardry is receiving the blessing of the God of Wizardry, being elevated to something beyond mortals, something immortal.

But almost at the same time, Simonetta heard a cry.

The warp storm that had been hovering over Macragge dissipated amidst cries, the veil suddenly thickened, the gravity of reality became heavy, and the laws of physics began to assert their sovereignty anew.

The Wizarding King struggled to grasp the torrents of the warp, hoping to ascend to the High Heavens before reality returned.

Then...then a black obelisk pierced through the satellite Formarcus and struck the Wizarding King.

"...This." Zhou Yun handed the clay tablet back to Lucretius.

Lucretius seemed to be saying something, but Zhou Yun was no longer interested in listening. He waved his hand to indicate that he was not feeling well and had to go home.

After returning home, Zhou Yun dealt with Tita's concerns and went back to his room, rubbing his temples.

What he had just seen...those memories belonging to Simonetta....

First, just as Zhou Yun had guessed, Simeneta had indeed been captured by Slaanesh. Now, most of Macuragh's faith in her had been replaced by Slaanesh, but Simeneta had not succumbed to the pain and humiliation. She was still persevering and had not been completely corrupted.

Secondly, Simmoneta participated in the war between the King of War and the King of Sorcery, and was even the King of War's most important partner... He personally went to the King of Sorcery's court and joined forces with the founder of the Guilliman family, the "King of War," to fight against the King of Sorcery.

At that time, the King of Sorcery was already on the verge of becoming the Demon Prince Tzeentch.

But just as he ascended, Slaanesh let out his first cry, dispelling the warp storm and bringing reality back, almost interrupting the Wizard King's ascension.

At the same time, the black stone obelisk, which most likely came from Pharos, arrived at Macragge at an illogical speed and smashed directly into the Wizard King.

This confirmed Zhou Yun's guess that the black obelisk must have used some kind of faster-than-light transportation method that did not rely on subspace.

In Zhou Yun's previous prophecy, he would travel to Sosa to find the Pharos Lighthouse... Sosa is thousands of light-years away, and the only clue to getting there is on the Black Stone Obelisk.

If Zhou Yun can find the Black Stone Obelisk, he can use his innate spiritual ability of "Ancient Language" to directly access the obelisk's memories. He will most likely be able to find a way to go to Sosa and find the Pharos Lighthouse.

As for the clues to the location of the obelisk... only Simeneta and the Lord of War were present at the time, so the clues naturally lie within the Church of Simeneta and the Guilliman family.

Zhou Yun recalled the fate he had witnessed.

He escaped Nuthria with Angron, without implanting the Butcher's Nail in his brain, but he saw that Angron's fate was still stained with blood.

If there is anything that can change the fate of Angron, anything that can transcend the destiny within the warp, anything that can alter the fate of a Primarch... Zhou Yun can only think of two things at the moment.

One of them is the Pharos Lighthouse, a lighthouse built entirely by the power of the pure material universe god, and one of the few powerful forces in this galaxy that does not belong to the subspace.

The other one is another Primarch, Robert Guilliman.

Unless the Primarch voluntarily dies, only another Primarch can kill a Primarch.

Conversely, only another Primarch can change the fate of a Primarch.

Zhou Yun opened a drawer in his room and took out the Emperor Tarot deck.

He placed the Emperor Tarot in front of him and then put his hands together in prayer position.

"Old Huang, I won't scold you today, I'm begging you just this once."

"For the sake of me sitting on the Golden Throne for you, and for the sake of the children... well, if you could think about Angron, there wouldn't be so many troubles. Just think of it as thinking about humanity."

"Tell me, is the hope of saving Angron found in Pharos and Guilliman?"

Zhou Yun reached out and drew one of the cards from the tarot deck.

The card depicted a weasel sitting on a golden throne.

Emperor Brand.

It symbolizes a cold hope.

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