Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 101 I Will Corrupt Zhou Yun with Pain

The roasted rajo leaves burned in the pipe, and the grayish-white smoke, like a thousand soothing hands, flowed into Cicero's lungs, calming his nerves with the anesthetic effect of rajoline.

He let out a soft, itchy groan, then added a little bit of a potent drug to his pipe to stimulate his senses and enhance his external sensations.

"Oh ho!" Cicero exclaimed, feeling a surge of pleasure coursing through his veins.

He felt the flowing air like tiny insects crawling on his skin, the grayish-white smoke like it was writhing in a swamp, the light becoming a jumbled mess of colors, and everything around him dancing...

"How ugly." Quintas looked at Cicero with disgust. He looked like a dying caterpillar, completely devoid of dignity. Where had Cicero's pride gone?

He only chatted with a six-year-old for a few minutes, and he's fallen into this state.

"Zhou Yun moved out of the villa my father gave him. He still has some backbone; he didn't shamelessly stay there," Quintus said with a sneer.

"Move away...why?" Cicero's voice came out slowly, each word as if it had exhausted all his strength and depleted all his thinking ability.

Now, only Zhou Yun can make him show some interest when smoking.

"I'm also wondering why he and Connor fell out."

Lipo was also smoking, but he was smoking Laho cigarettes, which he didn't have any strong drugs added to them.

He pinched the cigarette between his thumb and middle finger, flicked the butt with his index finger, and flicked the ash onto the tongue of the woman kneeling beside him.

"He saved that child from our assassins—what a bunch of useless trash those Illyria barbarians arranged! Nine of them couldn't even beat Zhou Yun! According to Connor's personality, he should be grateful, how did it end up like this?"

"Damn, you have no idea how insidious that kid is."

Quintus cursed and said with a sneer, "Zhou Yun originally wanted to abandon that kid and run away, but that kid actually tripped Zhou Yun, preventing him from escaping and forcing him to fight those nine barbarians."

"It seems Zhou Yun used some very dangerous witchcraft and paid a considerable price to kill those nine barbarians. I went to see the scene; there were dismembered corpses everywhere. It was a scene that no normal human could have created."

"After killing those nine barbarians, Zhou Yun, in a fit of rage, planned to kill the kid to vent his anger and then hand him over to the assassin."

"As it turned out, that stupid dwarf Tiberius arrived with his guards just in time, otherwise the kid would have been dead long ago."

Quintas snorted, then reached out to try to disperse the smoke drifting toward him.

Seeing this, Libo shrugged and stubbed out his cigarette on the woman's tongue next to him.

"That's not bad. Based on what I know about Zhou Yun, he'll most likely retaliate."

"However, Connor is protected by the kings of war throughout history, so it would be too difficult to harm him with witchcraft."

"Although Zhou Yun is gone, Cicero is probably no longer able to apply for a teaching job in his current state."

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Quintas also looked sullen and unpleasant.

That kid didn't die, which means his chance to become Connor's successor is gone.

Libo couldn't help but shake his head.

If Quintus did not become Connor's successor, he would not be able to influence Connor's decisions, nor would he be able to use Connor's power to force High Priest Tatius to step down, and thus he would not be able to become High Priest and know the burial location of Simeneta's body.

Without Simeneta's divine body, it would be impossible to guide the power of the First Crying God to descend, to lead the Macuragians to shed all morality and constraints, and into an eternal pursuit of pleasure.

"Now Tacitus has also secretly worshipped the God of First Cry, and the six priests of the Temple of Simeneta have all become my colleagues. However, Tatius has served as high priest for decades and his prestige is too high. There is no tradition in the temple for a priest to dismiss the high priest. Only the consul of Macurag can order him to be dismissed."

"Is Tacitus the only one?" Cicero asked, finishing his cigarette and half-immersed in the afterglow, looking at Lipo.

He remembered that Tacitus was the chosen successor of Tatius, and the last of the six priests to insist that Simeneta was the incarnation of the first weeping god.

"I found a friend of his who had left Macurag a long time ago, and had that friend invite him to a get-together, which he went to alone."

"And that so-called friend was already our believer, so he naturally fell into our hands."

"I successfully reshaped his spirit through 'baptism,' instilling in him the faith of the first-crying god through suffering."

Cicero nodded slowly.

He knew what baptism was.

A believer who has already believed in the First Crying God and received His blessings links with the senses of an unbeliever. Then, the believer personally endures torment, passing on his faith to the unbeliever through suffering.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door, and a waiter peeked in and whispered something in Lipo's ear.

"What... Zhou Yun is here?" Li Bo's expression changed slightly.

"Doesn't he come here often? He comes to gamble when he's short of money, treating the casino like a wallet," Cicero said, leaning back on the sofa, looking nonchalant.

"...This time is different." Libo couldn't help but rub his temples. "He said he wanted to surrender, he could also be loyal, he wanted to believe in the God of the First Cry."

"He wants to use us to get revenge on Connor?" Quintus asked after thinking for a moment.

"Maybe... or maybe he has some other plans?" Libo leaned forward, twisting his fingers together with a hint of hesitation.

This is indeed an opportunity. Zhou Yun's level of witchcraft has been proven, and his power is awe-inspiring. If we can get his help, we might actually have a chance to kill that child and make Quintus the successor of Connor.

But he was also in danger... The blind witch's violent death was still fresh in everyone's mind. The sacrifice of sixty-six offerings not only failed to kill him, but instead backfired, burning the blind witch to ashes.

Libo later discussed this matter with the elders and concluded that Zhou Yun might have some kind of divine protection behind him.

The elders and Libo both believed that perhaps the one protecting him was the sorcerer god who once ruled Macragge but now had no power.

However, the elders and Libo also believed that the era of witchcraft had ended. The warp storm that shrouded the stars had been dispelled by the First Cry God. The once powerful god of witchcraft no longer had much power in Macragge. Its remaining power was probably only at the same level as the ridiculous divinity behind the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and it was only enough to protect Zhou Yun, one of its followers.

Even so, the god of magic had ruled Macrag for countless years, and must have accumulated some knowledge and skills. Zhou Yun's magic, which far surpassed the level of Macragian wizards, may have originated from this.

"What do you think is the likelihood that he will genuinely surrender?" Cicero asked, regaining some of his rationality as he recovered slightly from the euphoria brought on by the drugs.

"Not likely. There's an 80% chance they just want to use us... The other possibility is..."

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"He's putting on an act with Connor, his goal is to infiltrate us."

"Isn't this putting himself in a lot of danger? Is Zhou Yun really that loyal to Connor? I don't believe it. He can't possibly gain any benefit from it." Cicero shook his head.

Libo nodded in agreement.

He also thought it unlikely that Zhou Yun and Kang Nuo would act together. What could Zhou Yun possibly want from either of them? Why would Zhou Yun risk his life?

More importantly, the King of Magic and the King of War are mortal enemies. The God of War especially detests magic, and it is hard to imagine that the followers of the God of Magic would risk their lives for the King of War to deal with these followers of the newly emerging god.

"I have an idea: let's reshape him through 'baptism'," Cicero said with a sneer.

Upon hearing this, Libo's eyes lit up.

"That is indeed a way. If he agrees and voluntarily accepts baptism, then the divinity behind it will not be able to protect him, and we can use pain to reshape him and make him a devout believer of the First Cry God."

"If he resists, we can at least be certain that he really has ulterior motives."

"Alright, I will 'baptize' him." Cicero raised his head and struggled to get up from the sofa.

"You've come?" Lipo looked at Cicero, his brow furrowed.

Indeed, Cicero received the blessing of the first-crying god, and the amount of blessing he received far exceeded that of ordinary believers.

If he were to perform the baptism, the effect would be much better.

To perform the "baptism," Cicero must establish empathy with Zhou Yun, bear his own pain, and baptize Zhou Yun by passing on his own suffering.

He has to torture himself.

But soon, Lipo understood Cicero's idea.

For Cicero, Zhou Yun was his rival, his enemy, and one of the people who defeated and negated his ideas.

If he can convey his ideas to Zhou Yun through suffering, gain Zhou Yun's affirmation of his ideas, and reshape Zhou Yun through suffering, he can break free from his current dejected state, regain his original pride and confidence, and believe in his ideas again.

Libo naturally didn't care.

Cicero is becoming increasingly useless these days, so it's good to make use of it.

"Quentas, you should stay out of the way. We can't be sure if Zhou Yun is trustworthy yet. Don't come out until the baptism is complete."

Quintas shrugged and nodded in agreement.

"I'll go prepare for the baptism. You go and have the servants bring Zhou Yun up."

Cicero took a deep breath, trying to completely dispel the lingering effects of the drug in his body.

For some reason, he inexplicably felt that this was an opportunity.

An opportunity for him to escape his depravity and despondency, and to climb out of the shadow left by that child.

He wanted to use pain to reshape Zhou Yun, his rival and the man who had gained the child's approval.

He wanted Zhou Yun to accept his ideas... in order to regain his confidence.

Cicero smiled.

I hope Zhou Yun can enjoy pain.

If Cicero had enough psychic power, he would see it right now.

Behind him, the warp entity formed from misfortune and curse was writhing and groaning, as if it were about to be born.

In preparation for his birth, he is influencing Cicero's thinking...

Produce