Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 104 Never associate with them, never submit to them

"Please rest here for a while. I'll arrange for you to meet our colleagues; they'll be very happy to see you."

Libo smiled and looked at Zhou Yun, whose forehead was still covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Zhou Yun was currently in a dimly lit room filled with a tranquil aromatherapy scent and luxurious decorations.

He leaned back on the soft, wide sofa on one side of the room, his gaze sweeping over the large bed in the center of the room.

"After pain comes the need for some pleasure. I will arrange a lovely companion for you. You can do anything to her, even fatal things. Rest assured, she will fully cooperate with you."

Libo's smile carried a hint of decadence.

At this moment, he was completely convinced that Zhou Yun's will had been "baptized" and reshaped.

Cicero's immense suffering was enough to shatter anyone's will. The blessing from the First Crying God within Cicero was poured into Zhou Yun's body, making Zhou Yun a follower of the First Crying God.

In this light, Cicero's sacrifice was truly worthwhile; it's a pity he couldn't withstand the pain and died.

If he could survive that level of suffering and learn to enjoy it, the God of First Cry would probably favor him even more.

Libo left the room, leaving Zhou Yun alone inside.

Zhou Yun reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead; he had just endured less than half a second of pain from the golden throne.

The pain was transmitted into Cicero's body through the baptism, causing him to die suddenly in intense agony. This led Lipo to mistakenly believe that Cicero had injected those drugs to create such intense pain, thus convincing him that Zhou Yun had been corrupted.

You're terrifying.

A voice echoed in his mind, addressing Zhou Yun in this way.

He had just witnessed Cicero's self-torture in its entirety.

Cicero wailed and wept bitterly, while Zhou Yun remained almost unmoved.

This tolerance for pain was beyond his comprehension.

How are you now?

Zhou Yun waved his hand, indicating to the voice in his mind that he was alright.

The pain from the golden throne lasted only about half a second, far less than the torment that felt like it was stretched out into eternity when you actually sit back on the golden throne.

Is there surveillance in the room?

Zhou Yun covered his forehead and communicated with the voice in his mind through psychic energy.

The voice in his head told him that he had already confirmed that there was no surveillance here.

This room was clearly intended for the enjoyment of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and there would be no surveillance to give them any leverage against it.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, took two deep breaths, and his thoughts gradually recovered from the pain, his will becoming stable and firm again.

The voice in his mind expressed his admiration for Zhou Yun; he had never expected Zhou Yun to have such a strong will.

Zhou Yun just smiled, and the door was gently pushed open with a click, revealing a small, thin figure walking out from behind it.

The moment Zhou Yun saw that figure was only about 1.5 meters tall and had a slender build, his nerves immediately tensed up.

Could it be a child...? Zhou Yun clenched her fists tightly.

"Zhou Yun...Teacher?" The voice sounded slightly surprised, as if they hadn't expected the person in the room to be Zhou Yun.

The figure took a few steps forward, revealing her face to Zhou Yun.

He wasn't a child, just a little short, and looked to be in his early twenties.

It was a face that Zhou Yun felt was somewhat familiar with.

It took Zhou Yun a few seconds to find her in his memory.

Degia Paulus, the eldest daughter of General Paulus and a teacher at the grammar school.

She was also Zhou Yun's student, and after graduation, she returned to the School of Arts and Sciences to teach.

Her sister, Saccofi Paulus, was also Zhou Yun's student, but she had taken sick leave, and shortly afterward, the Paulus family announced that the child had passed away.

Zhou Yun guessed that Sakoffi was most likely the sacrifice in the curse the blind witch had directed at him.

Daikia was wearing a white shirt, and her legs, which weren't long but were well-proportioned, peeked out from under the shirt. She seemed very happy to see Zhou Yun, and walked over to sit on the sofa, leaning slightly against him.

Zhou Yun did not stop her, but silently watched Daikia. He could see the whip marks and needle marks hidden under Daikia's clothes.

He had noticed it long ago, and at that time he guessed that Diakia and General Paulus's family were followers of Slaanesh, but seeing Diakia at this moment, Zhou Yun still felt a little sad for some reason.

In the scholar's memory, Zhou Yun could see what Daijia looked like in the past, that diligent and studious girl...

The girl once told him that she wanted to become an excellent teacher, to teach students like Zhou Yun, and to see others grow under her guidance.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun realized that this trace of sorrow came not only from the scholar's memories, but also from his psychic energy.

To be precise, it was a wisp of psionic energy from faith that trembled slightly, as if sensing Dia's presence.

Daikia's fingers climbed up Zhou Yun's thigh.

"Teacher Daijia," Zhou Yun interrupted her, grabbing her wrist.

"...Teacher, calling me that makes the atmosphere a little awkward." Although Zhou Yun was holding her wrist, her face turned slightly flushed.

Daikia ran her fingers through her hair.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Yun asked.

"Ah! Teacher, I wasn't forced, I'm here voluntarily, don't worry." Looking at Zhou Yun's expression, Daikia immediately realized what Zhou Yun was worried about and couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you know what Lipo just said to me?"

"He said I could do anything to you, even fatally."

"I know." As Daikia listened to Zhou Yun's words, after learning about her fate, she felt no fear, but instead her face became increasingly flushed.

"I knew it from the beginning, and I've been looking forward to this for a long time. To suffer, to have every nerve scream... and then to die in extreme sensory shock and ascend to the garden of the first-crying god for eternal bliss—that would be wonderful."

"Teacher, when I knew it was you who was going to bestow this favor upon me, I was even more excited. I've always had a good impression of you."

"Why?" Zhou Yun asked, completely bewildered by what Daijia was saying. "You only have one life. Why would you give it up like this? You could have lived a life without pain. You could have achieved your dreams. Have you forgotten? You once told me that you also wanted to be an excellent teacher and teach children."

Daikia couldn't help but laugh out loud as she listened to Zhou Yun's words.

She waved her hand.

"That kind of thing isn't important."

"Of course I'd love to be a great teacher and educate children, but more than that..."

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Diakia gently bit her lip. "Wouldn't it be more wonderful to ascend to the garden of the First Crying God and enjoy eternal bliss?"

"What about Sakoffee? Was she also doing it voluntarily?" Zhou Yun felt the faint tremor of faith around him.

"Sakoffee... she was actually quite hesitant at the time, but I comforted her and persuaded her. She said she trusted me, and therefore was willing to believe that she could ascend to the Garden and enjoy eternal bliss." Diakia thought for a moment and said, "I suppose she's enjoying happiness in the Garden now."

No.

She didn't.

Zhou Yun looked at Daijia and felt the trembling faith around him.

Sakoffie discovered that the so-called ascension to the Garden was a lie, and that Slaanesh's demons were waiting to feast on them. As she was about to be devoured by the Slaanesh demons, she was filled with fear and remorse.

So, as the psychic energy from the Golden Throne flowed into Slaanesh's realm through the ritual, burning the demons and her soul, she calmly accepted her utter death and offered gratitude to Zhou Yun.

That feeling of gratitude transformed into faith, and together with another faith from the Slaanesh realm, it entered Zhou Yun's body.

Now, that wisp of psychic energy is pulsating, and the last remaining trace of Sakoff's spirit is trying to remind Dia that the so-called ascension to the Garden is a lie.

"What if ascending to the garden is a lie?" Zhou Yun said softly to Daijia.

"That's okay, isn't it?"

"Didn't I still experience a strong sensory impact before I died?"

"That's something I'd never experience in my entire ordinary life!"

Daikia couldn't help but slightly open her mouth, panting heavily.

"I bestow this upon you," Zhou Yun said softly, slowly extending his hand and bringing it close to Daikia's face.

"Come! Teacher! Come! Grant me your grace!" Diaja opened her arms.

"I grant you a death without feeling."

Zhou Yun pressed his hand on Daikia's face, and a wisp of spiritual energy pumped into Daikia's brain, instantly severing a key nerve.

There was no torment, no pain, and none of what Diakia wanted.

Her body collapsed with a thud, her face still showing confusion and bewilderment.

Zhou Yun stared at Daijia's corpse, his expression unchanged.

He could sense that Diakia's soul was being dragged away, which suggested that her soul had already been marked by Slaanesh and ascended into Slaanesh's domain.

It was her own choice to want to be promoted to Slaanesh's palace, and Zhou Yun respected her fate.

Hopefully she enjoyed the pleasures there, and hopefully she liked what Sakoff saw before she died.

"Are you angry?" a voice in my head asked.

"It's not that, it's just that I don't understand," Zhou Yun shook his head.

"Anus," a voice suddenly said in my mind.

"Huh?" Zhou Yun was taken aback.

+The location of the gods, according to the Illidans, is the end and the beginning, the depths and the other side, chaos and disorder, the warp. +

"How would you rate that place now?" Zhou Yun asked.

"This is disgusting," a voice in my head said.

"Then never associate with them, never submit to them."

Zhou Yun closed his eyes and waited in the room for time to pass, waiting for Libo to return.

More than ten hours have passed...

"Zhou Yun, our colleagues have arrived. We have prepared a welcome banquet for you."

Libo pushed open the door and entered, smiling as he spoke to Zhou Yun.

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