Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 108 Jalan, you will die at Guilliman's hands.

"Salice".

Jia Lan spoke in a low voice, feeling the syllables dance between his lips and teeth, his tongue curling up and then retracting, repeating this three times.

This syllable seems to possess a certain magic, a certain natural beauty, inspiring endless imagination. The first half evokes ecstasy, while the second half evokes a sense of nobility. It is as viscous as a fine wine aged for countless years, and as sweet as a beautiful woman's deep kiss.

"Salamansi."

Jia Lan murmured softly once more, the syllables seeming to carry even more meaning between his lips and teeth.

Love and beauty, depravity and depravity, lust and jealousy, indulgence and unfulfilled desires are all contained within.

What beautiful syllables!

"Go to her, embrace her," Capio whispered in Jalan's ear.

Come to me, embrace me.

The woman without limbs spoke to Jia Lan.

Faintly, Jia Lan felt a surge of anger coursing through her veins.

That anger speaks of Makurag's virtues, and of the evils of depravity, indulgence, and lust.

Only anger, only courage, only the spirit of a warrior should be possessed by a Macurag governor.

But the crystal eagle head pendant emitted a slight chill, suppressing the anger in his blood.

Appropriate romantic love has its benefits, he told himself. Jia Lan's mind had never been so clear and calm.

The woman without limbs was especially alluring, and he couldn't help but move closer to her.

So, Jalan embraced Salish.

Finally... so many years... since that ugly woman, Simonetta, committed suicide, refusing to become a vessel for beauty, so many years... he has finally found another opportunity to bring beauty into his life.

As Capio watched Jalan embracing the limbless woman, tears streamed down his face.

Jalan is the governor and chief justice of Macgrass. He is blessed by the war kings of all ages and indirectly by the god of war. Even if he cannot compare to Connor, the living war king who won the war against Illyria, he is by no means easily reshaped.

Unless, of course, Jalan willingly accepts the gifts of the goddess of beauty and willingly accepts love.

Then the god of war would abandon him, and Jalan would no longer be protected.

A living idol without limbs and unable to perform any actions—Jaran's embrace with her is the greatest betrayal of the god of war. His soul will be dragged into the highest heavens to be embraced and reshaped by the apostles of the first-crying god.

What a wonderful moment! Once Jalan is corrupted, he will have the opportunity to use the power of the consul to replace Tatius, make his own people the followers of the Temple of Simeneta, and find the remains left by that ugly woman, Simeneta.

It was purely a matter of chance and good luck.

If he hadn't suddenly decided to go to the slave market back then, and by chance discovered the twins, and found that they had the talent to be molded into living statues of the First Crying God, and successfully made one of them into a living statue, how could things be like today?

So many years, perhaps thousands of years... Capio's life has been so long, he has been reborn countless times in the bodies of his illegitimate children, to the point that his perception of time has become blurred.

He still remembered that he was once the youngest son of the Nerva family, and that he became the head of the Nerva family by poisoning and assassinating his brothers, sisters and parents.

Then, he fell in love.

He fell in love with someone he had never met before.

He heard the name of the beautiful Simonetta from the people who passed by his estate.

They say that Simeneta is the most beautiful woman in all of Macurag, her beauty is unparalleled, she is a goddess of beauty walking among men.

They praised her with the most imaginative words, praising her beauty, her virtues, and her love.

Capio was captivated; as he listened to people's stories, he began to imagine Simonetta's beauty.

He fell in love with the Simonetta he had imagined.

So when he heard that Simeneta and the King of War were going to overthrow the King of Wizardry, he led his family there.

But he did not find his lover.

He looked around, searching for Simonetta, and asked those around him who Simonetta was.

The woman then revealed that she was Simonetta.

That strong, ugly woman with a face full of pockmarks actually claimed to be Simonetta.

How funny, how... how...

When Capio realized that the woman was indeed Simonetta, he felt deeply deceived.

He roared in anger, howled with resentment, and raged with hatred in his room, and then the beautiful Simonetta in his imagination spoke to him.

She said she wanted to be born into this world.

So when she uttered her first cry, Capio built this mansion and set up a ritual to guide her in the mansion's underground.

There was only one body that could allow her to descend into Macurag, and that was Simonetta.

So Capio invited Simeneta to this place, and in the basement of the mansion, he transformed Simeneta into a vessel for the God of First Cry.

Seeing that Simeneta's appearance had become as beautiful as he had imagined, Capio burst into tears of joy.

The First Crying God who descended upon Simeneta also bestowed upon Capio the right to be with her forever.

He allows Capio to be reborn continuously in his offspring.

Then, the God of First Cry, in the body of Simeneta, went to the city of Macurag, where He would bestow His blessings upon the entire world.

But that damned, ugly, stupid, pedantic, and ridiculous Simeoneta wouldn't allow it!

Just as the God of First Cry arrived in Macurag, Simeneta briefly regained control of his body.

In that instant, she couldn't do anything; she even had difficulty speaking. Yet, she seized that opportunity and committed suicide.

As a result, the God of the First Cry was banished back to the highest heavens, and the ridiculous, penniless followers of the Temple of Simeneta seized the opportunity to steal Simeneta's remains, causing Capio to completely miss the chance to bring the God of the First Cry back.

But now, the shame of the past has been washed away.

He will soon be able to enjoy the love of the God of First Cry again.

like!

Slaanesh's demons mocked and ridiculed Capio's ridiculous, self-deprecating, and disgusting love, saying how ugly, how incompetent, and how laughable the man was.

When they return to the world, how will they humiliate, abuse, torture, mock, and toy with this ridiculous and pathetic man?

The demons burst into laughter, but they didn't even pay attention to Capio for long.

Their self-light fell upon Jialan—he was embracing the woman without limbs, his soul gradually sinking into the highest heaven.

They swarmed toward Jalan, laughing and joking, wanting to corrupt the consul's soul, wanting the cawing of birds.

Why are there bird calls?

Where did those mocking, sarcastic bird calls come from?

That was completely different from their mockery and ridicule; it was the mockery revealed by fate itself, the most unpredictable changes of fate mocking them.

The Slaanesh demons, who were about to touch Jalan, froze.

They saw it: on Jalan's chest, above Jalan's soul, a crystal eagle head pendant burst forth with light.

Within the pure, flawless crystal, flames flickered and danced, changing countless times in every instant. Their light, refracted through the eagle-head facet of the crystal, was reflected in the highest heavens, forming a projection.

It was a demon lord with two eagle heads, whose body was wreathed in witch fire, lightning, and shimmering light.

The projected eyes twitched slightly, and it actually came to life, manifesting as a true, ever-changing demon lord.

The two heads of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord spoke lies and truths, spoke of the future and the past, and mocked the Slaanesh demons with laughter and nonsense.

He mocked the Slaanesh horde, mocked these foolish idiots, and said that without his help, their ridiculous and crude plan would never have succeeded.

He wielded the Staff of Tomorrow, slaughtering the demons of Slaanesh.

The demons wailed in disbelief, saying that the Lord of Changes clearly had little power left in Macragge.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Changes' head mocked their ignorance of change.

Even if only a tiny bit of power remains, change often occurs because of the smallest details.

In Macurag, the Lord of Changes was indeed powerless to corrupt Jalan, who was protected by the Blood God, and powerless to manifest his power. He could only make some minor influences, change some inconspicuous probabilities, and bring about certain coincidences.

When the slightest influence, the least amount of probability manipulation, and the least noticeable coincidences accumulate, they eventually lead to the most sudden change.

Jalan entered the warp, where the Lord of Changes was more powerful than the Dark Prince, and the crystal eagle-headed statue on Jalan's body led the Lord of Changes to him.

Slaanesh's demons vanished, and Jalan, who was drowning in the torrent of the High Heaven, was left with only the two-headed, ever-changing Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Changes raised the Power of Tomorrow high, and as his two heads whispered hoarsely, the Book of Carlos's Destiny on the scepter opened, revealing the future to Jalan.

Jalan's soul gaped open, screaming in horror at the mad future unfolding before him.

He saw the roaring senators, he saw the blade piercing his body, he saw the burning city, he saw the record of history.

He saw in the history book that Guilliman sentenced Jaran to death...

He pushed the woman who had no limbs away.

The woman's frail body fell to the ground, her empty eye sockets wide open, and she gradually stopped breathing.

Jia Lan covered her face, panting heavily.

Capio rushed forward to help Jalan.

"I saw it."

Jia Lan clenched his teeth, his voice filled with hatred, anger, and resentment as he said, "I see the future."

"Huh?" Capio was taken aback. He felt that this was not quite what he had imagined.

In his dream, the plan of the God of First Cry, which he vaguely perceived, did not seem to be like this.

Did the God of First Cry change his plans at the last minute? Or was Capio's previous vague perception wrong?

"The future?" Capio asked in a low voice.

"Yes, the future."

Jalan took a few deep breaths. "I see it. In the future... Guilliman will kill me."

"Connor Guilliman, I trusted you so much, and you want to kill me?!"

(Oops, I forgot to set a timer, I accidentally sent it directly, but this time it's correct.)

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