Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 110 God of Forging

A new world, a new body that Zhou Yun can enter.

Zhou Yun strolled through the streets of Macurag at night, his will fixed on the newly discovered world from his golden throne.

He smelled the scent of fire and lava in that world.

Zhou Yun did not return to Lucretius's house. Lucretius's house was not large, and Zhou Yun was worried that if he entered the new body there, he might leak some kind of psionic reaction and cause unnecessary trouble.

There's not much to worry about regarding Nuseria, since whatever trouble Zhou Yun causes won't be as big as what he caused in Daisia ​​City back then.

He walked up to the villa that Marcus had given him and took the key out of his pocket.

Although he had pretended to have fallen out with Connor, Marcus did not take back the villa he had given to Zhou Yun, and Zhou Yun kept the key.

He opened the villa's gate, crossed the courtyard, and found a dark room deep inside the villa, where he sat down cross-legged.

He calmed himself down and took two or three deep breaths.

Hot flames surged from behind Zhou Yun, the heat of the golden throne enveloping him. The scorching flames were like the divine hand of a god who could burn all worlds, dragging him toward his doom.

His skin turned charred black from the touch of the flames, his eyeballs shriveled in the fire, and his blood evaporated in the intense heat.

But at the same time, he was elevated to the most powerful divinity in the entire High Heaven, and his will transcended the shackles of the mortal world, transcending time and space.

His gaze fell upon the newly discovered world, upon the corpse of the recently deceased, and a part of His great will was projected into that corpse.

I need to breathe, ugh!

A wave of nausea washed over him as the scalding, foul-smelling air, carrying the smell of burning rubber, rushed into Zhou Yun's lungs, making him feel dizzy.

Moreover, the heat did not dissipate; the scorching heat still surrounded him, though it was many times weaker than it had been on the golden throne.

He struggled to lift his head, only to see that his arm was still charred black, like charcoal burned by a raging fire.

The earth rumbled, rivers of lava flowed past him, and scalding steam mixed with subterranean fire spewed from the vents, injecting poisonous gases from the depths of the earth into the air.

The scorching basalt spread around him, undulating between the sky and the earth, resembling the gaping maw of a hundred-headed dragon in ancient Terra legends, scattering lava and heavenly fire into the sky.

Beneath the sulfurous cloud, a huge moon, occupying almost half the sky, appeared and disappeared, while the stars shone so faintly that they were barely perceptible.

The Mountain of Dead Fire.

The name of the place he was in popped into Zhou Yun's mind.

He struggled to his feet and vaguely remembered that his predecessor had come here to search for minerals.

He looked at the body; it was quite young, only a teenager, but this body...

Zhou Yun clenched his fists, his expression resolute, tough, and powerful, as if he had been forged in the fires of the furnace. Although he was still developing, he was stronger than a gladiator, only inferior to the hunters in the Caliban jungle in terms of speed and reaction speed.

Some scattered memories began to flood into Zhou Yun's mind.

The workshop was inherited from his father...

He vaguely remembered that the original owner had a blacksmith's workshop inherited from his father, but his father had not taught him much forging techniques before he died at the hands of the Twilight Ghost.

Lacking blacksmithing skills, he couldn't bear to see his father's workshop decline, and pinned his hopes on finding rare minerals or gems in the Deadfire Mountain...

Then, the active geological structure of Deadfire Mountain changed, the original map became useless, and poisonous steam spewed from the ground. He died of poisoning while lost.

Toxins... Zhou Yun quickly began to mobilize his spiritual energy, using the spiritual energy techniques of the Bright Feather School to manipulate his cells and expel the toxins from his body little by little.

However, this body itself has no spiritual talent, nor has it transcended realms. Zhou Yun has no way to control spiritual energy well, nor can he completely eliminate the toxins. He can only barely ensure that he is not poisoned to death.

More importantly... it's strange, the psionic energy in this world is strange, it doesn't taste right.

He felt as if there was something separating him from the Warp, besides the veil; his psionic energy seemed to come not from the Warp, but from the earth beneath his feet.

Deep within the ever-surging earth's crust, Zhou Yun sensed something scorching and intensely hot, intertwined with the heart of the world, and indeed the entire world, slumbering, dreaming, and surging forth...

The things deep within that planet affected Zhou Yun's connection to the subspace and his use of psionic energy, which made him very uncomfortable.

The toxins remaining in his body attacked his mind, blurring his vision. His disrupted psychic energy further impaired his abilities, weakening his precognitive talents and leaving him only able to vaguely perceive fragments of the future.

He dodged the lava, finding his way using the vague senses granted by his precognitive abilities.

Zhou Yun avoided the scalding lava, dodged the collapsed strata, and avoided the caves spewing sulfurous steam. Every step here was extremely difficult, and the air was scorching hot.

If this craftsman's body hadn't been far stronger than that of humans from other worlds, and if his skin hadn't been as hard as burnt leather, the scorching air alone would have been enough to take his life.

The craftsman's body is not as quick to react as the hunter's, but it is more resilient.

"Ugh..." Zhou Yun dodged a stream of lava flowing down the hillside. In the distance, a volcano erupted, like a giant dragon roaring, and a shower of sparks rained down on the earth.

"Damn it, what kind of place is this..." Zhou Yun muttered, covering his head.

As he spoke, Zhou Yun began to walk along a narrow path close to a cliff.

He glanced down and saw a river of lava flowing like a fire dragon below the cliff.

Did his precognitive abilities really put him on the right path?

Zhou Yun was quite skeptical.

A chilling feeling suddenly washed over me.

It wasn't the craftsman's memory, nor the fortune teller's precognitive talent, but rather the hunter's hunting instinct that came into play.

Or rather, it's the instinct to be preyed upon by the giant beasts of the forest.

A wave of foul-smelling, hot sulfurous fumes washed over Zhou Yun's back.

Zhou Yun turned around and looked.

He saw a... a lizard, a huge lizard that was five or six meters long. Its scales were as dark as obsidian, and its orange-red skin, like lava, was faintly visible through the gaps in its scales. Its claws, sharper than steel daggers, were deeply embedded in the mountain. It lay on the mountain, staring at Zhou Yun.

It was very close to Zhou Yun, so close that Zhou Yun could see the details in the giant beast's blood-yellow pupils and see his own reflection in them.

Holy crap...

The hunter's knowledge instantly convinced Zhou Yun that although this beast was far inferior to Caliban's behemoth, it was still an extremely dangerous hunter, especially judging from the glands under its neck—it might even be able to breathe fire!

Orange-red flames erupted from the lizard's mouth, instantly engulfing everything in front of Zhou Yun and surging towards him.

"Heart... Ah!!" Zhou Yun roared, using his voice to help him mobilize the spiritual energy in this world that he was not used to.

A force field shield was placed in front of the flames, keeping the scorching fire outside the semi-circular barrier.

The shield shattered in less than three seconds. Fortunately, the flames spewed by the fire lizard had also been extinguished, leaving only a few scattered sparks.

As Zhou Yun retreated to avoid the attack, he suddenly realized that a key word had just flashed through his mind.

But the fire lizard gave Zhou Yun no time to think; it swung its sharp claws at Zhou Yun, forcing him to retreat further.

Meanwhile, as the exercise became more intense, he inhaled more air, and the consumption of spiritual energy affected his ability to expel toxins from his body. Toxic substances in the air began to invade the brain of this body, and the things in front of him became increasingly blurry.

A sharp claw from the giant beast tore through Zhou Yun's skin, and blood seeped from beneath his charcoal-black skin. Zhou Yun lost his balance due to the claw and stumbled backward.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, trying to keep his balance, but dizziness overwhelmed his brain. Zhou Yun's efforts were in vain, and his body fell off the cliff into the lava river.

It's over.

Zhou Yun, in the city of Macurag, shook his head.

Unfortunately, he had just realized the location of this body.

Although this body couldn't provide him with many valuable skills, the location itself was valuable. An arm, seemingly forged from thick black steel, stretched out from above and grabbed Zhou Yun's wrist as he was falling into the river of lava.

The arm, whose every vein pumped pure power, pulled Zhou Yun up. Through his blurry, dizzy vision, Zhou Yun witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The raging fire that could scorch mountains and boil seas was unleashed by the eruptions of hundreds of volcanoes. Scalding lava flowed down the basalt mountain range, and the heart of the earth trembled with the eruption of lava. Huge satellites covered the sky, and gray-black smoke lingered between the clouds. The whole world seemed to be the furnace of the god of forging.

The God of Forging himself stood before Zhou Yun, gripping his forging hammer and wearing a blacksmith's leather apron.

He raised the forging hammer high in his hand, and the eyes embedded in his dark gray face shone with a firelight brighter than lava. The five or six-meter-long lizard looked as fragile as a small beast in front of him.

The forging hammer slammed down with a thud, just as a distant volcano erupted. The earth trembled like an anvil being struck by a giant hammer, and the salamander's head shattered, leaving only flying scales.

Zhou Yun had witnessed Angron's power, but Angron was cursed, and his power was reduced to a fraction of its former glory.

Zhou Yun had also witnessed Guilliman's power, but Guilliman was still growing and was still a child.

He knew of the Primarch's power, but only now did he truly understand that power.

"Vulcan," Zhou Yun whispered his name.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and the dark-skinned giant in his eyes seemed to be growing larger and larger, standing tall between heaven and earth.

The moon known as Prometheus is his warhammer, the lava earth beneath his feet is his anvil, and he himself is the ancient god of forging.

"Don't be afraid," the god of forging said in a gentle voice, "I'm here."

The dizziness overwhelmed Zhou Yun's nerves, and his will temporarily broke down.

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