Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 105 The Eldar Voluntarily Gift Slaanesh

When Libo pushed open the door, he saw the corpse lying on the ground, noticed the bewildered expression on Dia's face, and noticed her wide-eyed pupils.

Furthermore, it was noticed that there were no obvious wounds on Daikia's body.

"How did you deal with her?" Libo asked curiously.

"A little bit of witchcraft." Zhou Yun stretched out his hand, pointed to his head, and gestured to Libbo, "Smashing the nerves in her brain little by little."

"Oh! That sounds painful. Miss Diaja must have experienced extreme sensory trauma." Lippo laughed.

He extended his hand, gesturing for Zhou Yun to follow him. "I'm hosting a small banquet for your new student. I'd like to introduce you to a few colleagues who are Connor's political enemies and can help you take revenge on Connor and his adopted son."

"At the same time, I'll also briefly tell you about our beliefs."

As they spoke, Zhou Yun and he walked together down the corridor of the bathhouse and headed towards the top floor.

"Our Lord's first cry of God is the most good, beautiful, and benevolent God, born from the love and virtue of the ancient Spirit Race. He was truly born into the world after being voluntarily given by the Spirit Race and its gods. In an instant, he permeates the present, past, and future, existing at every point in time, and Simeneta is his incarnation."

"Not only that, the warp storms that once ravaged the stars were also driven away by the cries of our benefactor, the first God. His merit and kindness are unmatched by any god in history."

"Being as benevolent as He is, He naturally does not want to see the masses suffering in the mortal world, so He built the Six Rings Garden in the Sea of ​​Souls."

"The first ring is the ring of wealth, where there is endless riches. Gold and jewels are piled up like mountains, and rainbow-colored gems are inlaid on the marble walls. Beautiful pure gold statues stand at every corner and crossroads. Anyone who enters this garden will be forever with wealth and never be separated from gold."

"The second ring is the food ring, where grapes and wines gather into lakes, and honey solidifies into bridges that carry you across islands made of cakes. Each island has a table bigger than a house, and each table creaks because of the feast on it. You don't have to worry about whether your stomach can hold it all, or whether you have no appetite or are full. You can taste all the delicacies here."

"The third ring is the ring of love. Graceful girls and agile boys frolic and play on the grass here, singing and dancing. Their beautiful faces and figures can satisfy all your desires. If you are willing to get close to them, they will treat you with the most passionate attitude and open their hearts to you."

"The fourth ring is the ring of dignity. Here you are the eternal king, countless subjects submit to you, countless armies follow you, you can rule the whole world, you will be surrounded by endless worshippers, everyone smiles at you, everyone flatters you."

"The fifth ring is the ring of honor, a labyrinthine path where the breeze whispers of your past deeds and achievements, flowers sing praises of your great deeds, and streams reflect your ideal self..."

Here, you never have to worry about losing your honor; honor will always be with you.

"The sixth ring is the ring of rest. The beach stretches as far as the eye can see, the seawater is fragrant and intoxicating, the summer sun is calming, and the gentle lapping of the tide lulls you to sleep. Here you can give up all your hard work and just lie on the white sand and sleep peacefully with those who, like you, yearn for rest."

"And in the very heart of the Sixth Ring Road lies the abode of our most benevolent, virtuous, and beautiful First Cry God, where He will grant you ultimate pleasure."

"Ugh! Just hearing this makes me want to die right now," Zhou Yun said, looking involuntarily excited.

"Only those who have indulged in all the joys and sorrows of life and experienced extreme sensory stimulation are blessed to ascend to it," Libo said with a smile and a shake of his head.

He pointed to the door at the end of the corridor, carved with a pattern of a serpent coiled around a beautiful woman. "Come, our colleagues are already waiting for you."

Li Bo and Zhou Yun pushed open the door and entered the not-so-large private banquet hall behind it.

There were six people around the square table, of varying ages.

Zhou Yun's gaze settled on one of them.

Marcus Guilliman's eldest son, Quintus Guilliman, stood among the six people, looking at Zhou Yun.

Oh, it's you, kid.

Now Zhou Yun knows how Robert Guilliman's information was leaked.

It turns out that Markus Guilliman's eldest son was a follower of Slaanesh.

"Come, let me introduce you. This is Lal, a priest of the Church of Simeneta, just like me."

"Quentas, I don't need to introduce him, right?"

"Shull, the wealthiest real estate businessman in all of Macurag. If you want to invest in real estate, you can talk to him."

"Charles, the principal of the Academy of Rhetoric."

"Tula, one of the eighty-eight families that overthrew the Wizard King, owns the largest manor in all of Macrag.

"And this is General Paulus."

General Paulus, a slightly overweight middle-aged man, smiled and offered a wine glass to Zhou Yun.

"Your Excellency Zhou Yun, how does my daughter taste?" Paulus asked Zhou Yun.

Diaja Paulus is his daughter.

"It's delicious." Zhou Yun used his telepathic spiritual energy to calm himself and said with a smile.

"You'll taste even better later," Paulus laughed upon hearing this.

Several other Slaanesh followers began to talk to Zhou Yun, including Quintus Guilliman.

"I saw through that kid a long time ago; he's a cowardly and treacherous bastard. He stole the position that should have been mine," Quintus Guilliman said to Zhou Yun.

This piqued Zhou Yun's interest, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at Quintus.

"What did he take from you?"

"The position of heir, the position of Connor's heir," Quintus said through gritted teeth.

"Oh?" Zhou Yun tilted his head slightly, and after a moment he remembered that Connor had once said that if Guilliman had not been there, he would have chosen one of Marcus's sons to succeed him.

So it was Quintas?

Is Connor really that short-sighted?

+It was originally Tiberius's son. He had a certain talent for politics, and although he was infertile, this was not a disadvantage for the War King. It was only his dwarfism that made his father hesitate. +

The voice in Zhou Yun's mind said this.

Zhou Yun remained expressionless, complaining a few times with Quintus about Robert Guilliman and Connor, while simultaneously communicating with the voice in his mind.

"Do you consider these to be important figures among Slaanesh's followers?" Zhou Yun asked in his heart.

The voice in my head answered, "It's important, but not the most crucial one. In your usual way, it's not the inner circle enough."

+

"Are these all our colleagues?" Zhou Yun asked, standing next to Li Bo.

"Of course not, my good brother, we have many more colleagues of similarly prominent status." Libo laughed and shook his head as he heard this.

"But, is their status equally prominent?" Zhou Yun asked in return.

This made Libo frown slightly; he sensed that Zhou Yun was probing him.

"Of course, there are a few with even more illustrious positions, and one even..."

"7

Libo smiled mysteriously. "Once you and we kill that kid from the Connor family together, I'll introduce you to him, how about that?"

"What kind of help do you need? Offerings? Artifacts? Or money?"

"We need the First Cry God to throw the Primarch Fugrim from the future..." Zhou Yun thought to himself.

It seems that's the end of it; there's no need to keep pretending.

He couldn't possibly actually kill Robert Guilliman; even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

"Alright, our main course for tonight is here," Libo said, turning his head to look at the door.

The banquet hall door was pushed open, and a food cart was pushed out, carrying a huge silver platter covered with a silver lid. It looked like it could easily hold half a cow.

Everyone present, except Zhou Yun, wore a slightly mysterious smile. They raised their glasses and let out a wild, beast-like cheer.

Only Zhou Yun closed his eyes slightly.

Libo lifted the silver lid, and the aroma of grease filled every corner of the room.

"Come on, Zhou Yun, taste my daughter's flavor. This is your own doing."

Paulus said to Zhou Yun.

Before he could finish speaking, his head was rolling on the ground.

"Let's stop here," Zhou Yun said softly, opening his eyes.

There was a moment of silence in the air. Everyone stared wide-eyed at Zhou Yun, at Paulus's head bleeding on the ground, and at the headless corpse kneeling on the ground.

"Are you crazy?" Libo asked instinctively.

"You guys are crazy." Zhou Yun shook his head gently.

"Can you withstand a laser gun? Can you handle hundreds of fearless servants at the same time?"

Libo stared at Zhou Yun in disbelief. His mind hadn't fully grasped the situation, nor could he understand Zhou Yun's reasons for doing this. He could only involuntarily ask, "Wizard! This isn't the era of the King of Wizardry anymore. Do you think you won't die?"

Zhou Yun didn't answer, but looked around at his side, at...

What is he looking at? Libo looked in the direction Zhou Yun was looking.

A boy, a blond boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, was standing next to Zhou Yun.

When did he get here?

No… Lipo's eyes widened.

He remembered; the boy had always been there.

He and Zhou Yun entered the bathhouse together, watched Cicero die after torturing himself, and then walked into the banquet hall together.

He's always been there, but... why does Lipo seem to ignore him?

"I have already used my mind to have my father arrange for the city guard to come over."

Robert Guilliman deactivated his psychological stealth and looked at Zhou Yun.

"Okay, don't kill them all, leave some alive."

"I know there won't be as much bloodshed this time. Mrs. Euton taught me that it would be too much of a cleanup."

With that, Robert Guilliman walked toward Lippo.

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