Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 111 We will not be world devourers, we will be liberators.

She fainted...

Zhou Yun, aboard Nuseria, let out a soft breath.

He has now pinpointed the location of the craftsman's body.

Nocturne, the home planet of Vulcan, the Primarch of the Salamanders.

He also saw the Fire Dragon Lord, who was hailed as the most benevolent and kind Primarch.

The giant who saved him, with skin as black and gray as rough iron, was him.

Some of the craftsman's memories surfaced, reminding Zhou Yun that the craftsman and Vulcan had been at the same gathering place, and that Vulcan had once cared for this child whose father had died young; the two could be considered friends...

The smell of blood filled Zhou Yun's nostrils.

The obese high-ranking riders were wailing in the square in front of the Deshya Arena.

Their silver vines were torn off, their clothes were stripped off, and they huddled together like fat, milky-white maggots, staring in horror at the gladiators and free people liberated in Deshya.

The high-ranking riders, who prided themselves on their noble blood, showed no trace of their former nobility. Freemen stabbed them with spears, herded them together, and they wailed and begged for mercy. Some women even tried to seduce the gladiators with their fat, white bodies.

In the end, they all died. Onomamus, representing the gladiators, pronounced their death sentences and declared that the free people and gladiators bought from the city of Anet by the high riders had the right to take revenge on the high riders.

And so the bloodshed began. High-ranking riders died screaming at the hands of the Deshya. They were nailed to racks, impaled with spears, and hung high on lampposts by the Deshya until sunset, when the revenge finally ended.

No high-level rider survived, whether man, woman, or child.

Deshya has once again become a city without high-ranking riders.

The Deshians cheered in the city, chanting the names of Angron, Zhou Yun, and Onomamus, raising torches to celebrate their new life, while the corpses of the high-ranking riders rotted away.

"It stinks..." Yochuka pinched his nose, looking at the corpses of the high-ranking riders in the plaza outside the arena.

"This is the taste of justice," said Anglong, pushing Zhou Yun's wheelchair. He still had some dried blood on his body.

While the free people and gladiators were besieging Deshia head-on, Angron jumped into the sea alone and swam to the cliffs behind the city of Deshia.

He climbed a cliff hundreds of meters high, slipped into the city of Deshya through the sewage sewers, stormed into the Deshya gladiatorial arena, liberated the gladiators, and started an uprising.

These gladiators were originally free citizens of Anet, bought by high-ranking riders and stuffed into the arena. After a few years, they rose up in rebellion, and the free citizens also saw an opportunity to rebel. The uprising quickly spread throughout the city.

The people of Deshya were already filled with anger and only needed an opportunity to rebel, and Angron gave them that opportunity.

Caught between a pincer attack and an internal attack, the high-ranking riders were quickly defeated and became the corpses that lay before them.

"But this is also the stench of a corpse. Let's throw it into the sea as soon as possible, lest it bring a plague," Zhou Yun said, glancing at the high-ranking rider's corpse hanging on the street lamp beside him.

"That's too easy on them." A resentful voice rang out beside Zhou Yun.

A gladiator covered in wounds spoke to Zhou Yun.

He was York, the gladiator champion of Deshia, and the first to rebel against Angron in the arena.

Beside him stood several somewhat timid free citizens.

They were the highest-ranking free people in Deshya, the presidents of the city's artisan guild, the commanders of the Deshya free people's army, and the leaders of the free people's officials.

In other words, they were the free men who had once served the high-ranking riders, and they looked at Zhou Yun, Angron, and York with fear, lest the revenge and slaughter spread to them.

"If the Deshyans aren't satisfied, then burn them all down. Just don't leave any corpses behind." Zhou Yun's gaze shifted from the corpses to York.

"Even if it burns for several days and nights." Yochuka laughed upon hearing this.

York frowned. "Why don't we just leave them here and wait for the high-ranking riders of Anite to arrive, and then let them see what their future holds?"

When the high-ranking riders of Anit arrived...

"Follow his orders," Angron said to York in a low voice.

York quickly lowered his head to indicate that he would obey.

But he still looked confused, clearly not understanding why Anglong had to follow Zhou Yun's orders, who was ill.

As Zhou Yun watched this scene, his gaze fell on Anglong.

Angron are Primarchs, created from the outset to be leaders.

Even though they had only known each other for a few hours, Angron's strength, physique, and charm had already captivated York and the other Deshians.

That's good. Zhou Yun couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Where do we go next?" Anglong asked Zhou Yun, looking down at him.

Next...

Zhou Yun closed his eyes and did not speak, but communicated with Onomamus and Flami through the connection of their thoughts.

Onomamus has taken over the granaries of Deshia, and he told Zhou Yun that there is enough food here for the gladiators and freemen to eat for a year.

Flami led the free people of Dysia and Deshia to plunder the mansions of the high-ranking riders, whose wealth greatly satisfied their appetites.

They asked the same question: Where to go?

Neither the gladiators of Dysia nor the free people of Deshia intended to stay in Deshia. They had killed the high-ranking riders, obtained ample food, and acquired the wealth they craved. What need was there for this city to remain?

They longed to replicate this victory, to conquer the next city, to kill more high-ranking riders, to obtain more food to sustain their survival, to plunder more wealth, and then move on to the next city...

Even the residents of Deshya City don't plan to stay here anymore.

They have no affection for this city; they were forcibly relocated from Anet, and this is not their homeland.

The gladiators longed to join Zhou Yun and his companions in continuing their revenge against the high-ranking riders.

Among the free people, those with courage also hoped to join Zhou Yun and his group, while those without courage wanted to flee with the looted wealth.

Nobody wants to stay in this city.

Or rather, no one felt that the city belonged to them.

Once, the gladiators of Deshia broke their own chains, liberating themselves and the city earlier than the gladiators of Dysia.

They defended the city, protected the free people, and rejected the rule of the high-ranking riders.

However, what awaited them was a massacre; the gladiators who resisted, along with all the free citizens of the city, were slaughtered.

Because the high-ranking riders want to completely destroy any resistance.

It is said that so many people were killed that their blood seeped into the paving stones in front of the Deshya Colosseum, staining the ground with an indelible dark red.

Zhou Yun's gaze fell upon the open space paved with dark red bricks.

He sensed that there was something left behind there.

Some blurry figures, bathed in blood, stood on the crimson bricks, looking at the corpses of the high-ranking riders.

That wasn't a soul, not even a fragment of a soul.

In this city, intense emotions once surged forth, emotions that lingered in the city along with blood, never completely dissipating, nor ever being devoured by high-ranking riders or the Khorne horde.

Those are merely traces of the existence and resistance of some people.

Anglong noticed that Zhou Yun was looking at something, and his gaze followed Zhou Yun's. Then his expression froze.

Clearly, he saw it too, even more deeply than Zhou Yun.

His ability allowed him to sense those lingering emotions, to feel the remaining will of those who had rebelled even before them.

They could have chosen to run away, to abandon this city...

"If we leave, what will we do?"

Zhou Yun asked, "Conquer the next city, slaughter a group of high-ranking riders, plunder more food and wealth, and then move on to the next city?"

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York grinned. "High-ranking riders will fear us. People will call us city devourers."

"I'd rather people call us liberators," Zhou Yun shook his head.

York was puzzled. "You did indeed liberate them."

"We simply destroyed their shackles."

"We will conquer cities and fortresses, we will destroy and plunder, we will leave behind an empty city and a group of scattered and fleeing people."

"What do you mean? You want to stay here?" York looked utterly shocked. "Are you crazy? This isn't your city, this isn't even our city."

"The high-ranking riders of Anit can attack us simply by crossing the Anit River; that would only take a day!"

"You said we should make high-level riders afraid of us," Zhou Yun said, looking at York. "But why are we afraid of high-level riders first?"

York stood frozen in place, seemingly realizing the fear hidden in his words.

Fear of high-level riders.

He also realized that what he had just said was just another way of saying "escape".

Guilt and shame flushed his face, and he lowered his head to show his submission.

Zhou Yun, however, looked at Anglong.

He understood better than anyone that Angron was the one who should be the monarch.

Sometimes, Zhou Yun even thought that perhaps, under the current circumstances, the curse imposed by the Spirit Race was not just a bad thing. It weakened Angron and also allowed Angron to grow from a place closer to mortals.

When Angron is freed from the Eldar curse and becomes a Primarch again, he will possess something that many Primarchs lack: he can understand the feelings of the weak, the experiences of mortals, and the value of growth.

In the original timeline, such a wonderful Primarch was destroyed...

Angron looked at the blurry figures in the distance.

Those blurry figures also looked toward Angron.

"We'll stay."

"We want to make this city our own, we want to make all the cities in the world our cities, and finally the whole world our world."

"We will not be city devourers, we will be liberators."

Angron addressed York, Zhou Yun, the gladiators and freemen, and the world.

The cheers of the free people and gladiators celebrating freedom and revenge swept across Deshia like the wind, and the blurry shadows standing on the blood-red bricks were carried away by the wind.

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