Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 114 He has grown into a kind and good person

Quintus Guilliman stood there in Connor's courtyard, neither running away nor moving forward.

He wore a suit of force-feedback armor that shimmered with a faint golden light, held a power sword rarely seen in Macragge, and wore an arrogant and domineering expression. At his feet lay the corpses of the guards who had tried to stop him, and he roared that he wanted to duel Robert Guilliman.

The guards at Connor Manor attempted to kill Quintus Guilliman with a laser gun from a distance, but they failed.

Quintus's force feedback armor had a rhombus-shaped amulet embedded in its chest. Like his armor and power sword, it was a relic of the dark technology era. It was a powerful deflection field generator, capable of withstanding most of Macrag's laser weapons.

The only hope for defeating it is that Connor's heavy weapons have already dispatched the city's guards.

But before the city guards arrived, Marcus Guilliman and his dwarf son Tiberius were the first to arrive.

From what the two of them said, Zhou Yun roughly understood what had happened.

After Quintas escaped from the city guards last night, he did not escape the city of Macurag at all.

He raided his own home this morning, single-handedly taking down the Marcus family's city guards, stealing his own equipment, and then headed straight for Connor's mansion.

The goal was to challenge Robert Guilliman.

Although Zhou Yun knew the specific process, he still didn't understand.

Why?!

Why did Quintas do that?

Let alone Zhou Yun, in fact, no one in the entire mansion, from Robert to Connor, from Mrs. Euton to the guards and servants, and from Marcus Guilliman and Tiberius, could understand Quintus's reasons for doing this.

Marcus, in particular, stood in the courtyard, looking at his eldest son with a pale face.

"Quentas, what are you doing? What's wrong with you?"

Marcus couldn't understand Quintus's behavior at all, and couldn't understand why his son would betray Connor and the family, and now storm into Connor's mansion like this.

Marcus's gaze kept falling on Connor beside him, watching Connor's expression.

"For dignity," Quintus said, head held high, in a rather proud tone.

Marcus was dumbfounded, still completely bewildered.

But Zhou Yun vaguely understood something.

It's a source of pride.

Slaanesh's domain is not limited to lust; arrogance, conceit, and a sense of superiority are also important aspects of it.

This may explain why Quintus, a powerful yet simple-minded swordsman, did not receive Khorne's blessing but was corrupted by Slaanesh.

He wielded his sword not to kill, not to draw blood, but to satisfy his own sense of superiority. To him, the sword was his pride; martial arts and swordsmanship were not tools for killing, but the end itself...

"So it was all about saving face!" exclaimed Tippi, the dwarf standing to the side.

The air was silent for two or three seconds before Marcus gave Tiberius a warning look.

"You dwarf, what do you know?"

Quintus scoffed, gripping his sword tightly. His well-honed muscles trembled slightly on his arm, as if they were intertwined with the sword itself.

"Father, I am your eldest son. When I was young, you told me: the Guilliman family does not pass down its lineage through blood, but through ability."

"If I am good enough, dignified enough, and powerful enough, I can become Connor's adopted son, and I can become the King of War."

"Later, you had more children, and you told me that the reason you wanted so many offspring was that you hoped one of them would be qualified to inherit the position of King of War. This is your responsibility, and it is also the responsibility we bear from birth."

"I listened to everything, so I honed my skills day and night. I went to the army when I was only ten years old and never enjoyed any entertainment while my brothers enjoyed your protection and wealth, while this ridiculous dwarf hid in the cool library reading books..."

"It was me! I kept your words in mind and kept my responsibilities in mind. I honed my swordsmanship to an unparalleled level. Every soldier in the camp feared my strength. I did the best I could, and even the best in all of Macurag."

Quintas spread his arms, as if to show everyone his body, which had been through countless hammer blows.

"Who in the entire city of Macurag can rival me? Shouldn't I be the King of War?"

"But I didn't, Connor. You abandoned such a fine heir as me and chose a child of unknown origin instead."

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"Because Robert is better than you, not just in terms of strength, but also in terms of wisdom, learning ability, and understanding of the talents required of a King of War." Facing Quintus's sword, Connor remained calm and composed.

“That’s right, my good brother. If whoever can fight the best can be the King of War, then we should find a lance of light and crown it with a laurel wreath,” Tiberius said from the side.

"Shut up, you dwarf! You lowly thing, what do you know about being a king of war, what do you know about dignity?"

Quintus cursed, pointing his sword at Connor. "This is why I'm angry. You actually think a child is stronger than me?"

"How can I accept this? You are insulting my dignity. I will prove that I am stronger than him and make him duel with me."

Zhou Yun's expression twisted upon hearing this.

What's going on...?

"But at the bathhouse..."

Just as Zhou Yun was about to say that Robert had easily knocked Quintus unconscious at the bathhouse, Zhou Yun was about to say something.

Then he remembered that Robert had used telepathic powers to distort the perceptions of everyone present. In Quintus's mind, it must have been Zhou Yun who had knocked him unconscious with witchcraft.

"Shut up, you witchcraft sorcerer! It was because I wasn't wearing armor or carrying a sword that you were able to launch a sneak attack." Quintus spat at Zhou Yun.

Hearing this, Zhou Yun was already considering whether to reward Quintus with a Falcon School Psionic Spin of one million horsepower.

However, that deflection shield is indeed a bit troublesome. As a creation of the dark age of technology, it can even deflect psionic energy.

Moreover... Zhou Yun's gaze fell on the side of Quintus's armor.

The inlay of a series of black stones on it would likely further weaken the psionic energy.

It's best to wait for the city guards to arrive with heavy weapons.

"Don't pin your hopes on the city guards anymore. My patience has run out. If that kid doesn't come out soon, I'm going to start killing him."

"Let's start with you, Connor."

Quintus's obsessive voice rang out again, and the sword's edge drew ever closer to Connor.

But the consul and war king remained unmoved.

"You're going to kill a person who's unarmed? Is that your dignity?"

Connor said calmly.

Quintus's sword trembled slightly.

"Quentas, our Uncle Connor is right. If you're so cowardly that you only dare to swing your sword at someone who's unarmed, then you might as well come and duel with me, this dwarf," Tiberius hissed from the side.

"Robert is just a child, and there is no dignity in dueling with him."

Connor stepped forward, his face almost touching the blade of his sword. "Duel with me! Let me, the King of War, test your skills and retrieve my armor and sword!"

The air suddenly became still.

Upon hearing Connor's order, the attendant hurriedly ran back to the mansion.

"...That's not bad either." Quintas grinned.

Zhou Yun frowned; he sensed that Connor seemed confident.

However, out of caution, he did not intend to let Connor take the risk alone; he planned to help Connor subdue Quintus.

"There's no need for that." The voice rang out from inside the mansion.

Robert Guilliman, gripping Connor's power sword, emerged from the mansion, followed hurriedly by his armored servants.

"Robert," Connor shook his head, "I don't need you. I may be getting old, but I haven't completely lost my martial arts skills."

Connor had always wanted Robert to remain out of the public eye in Mackula too early, both for Robert's and for the Mackula community's protection.

"But I don't want to see you get hurt," Robert Guilliman said, shielding Connor behind him.

At the same time, his self-light fell on Zhou Yun. "Teacher, I don't want to see you get hurt either. I know he has something on him that can affect spiritual energy."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but smile helplessly.

He and Connor exchanged a glance, and they both came to the same conclusion.

Robert has grown into a kind and good person.

Perhaps there's no longer any need to hide his existence.

It's time for the Makula people to know that their monarch for the next ten thousand years has arrived.

"You're really annoying, kid." Quintus sneered, gesturing for him to wait for Guilliman to put on his armor.

Guilliman simply raised his sword slowly. "No need. Let's finish this quickly. You're affecting my studies today."

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"Then go die!"

Quintus let out a low growl, a ghostly blue light flashing across his power sword. In just half a second, his body covered the distance between him and Robert, instantly appearing in front of Robert Guilliman, the blade whistling as it slashed toward his face.

Die!

Quintus burst into laughter as Robert Guilliman swung his first sword.

Quintus almost thought that a starship had suddenly gone out of control and fallen from the sky, hitting his wrist.

His wrist snapped, the sound of bones breaking echoed, and the power sword flew out, landing at Zhou Yun's feet.

Before he could even scream, Robert Guilliman swung his sword a second time.

The deflection barrier protecting Quintus shattered, and the force field generator on his chest let out a mournful cry, emitting black smoke as it was overloaded.

"No..." Quintas uttered the word.

Then, the third sword blade pierced the air, severing his throat—Zhou Yun was astonished. He saw that the blade was imbued with psionic energy; it was a psionic blade from the Falcon School… but he had never taught Guilliman this move before.

Quintas's head landed on the ground and rolled a few times.

Tiberius the dwarf watched as his elder brother's head fell to his feet.

He looked up at Robert Guilliman.

"That's fucking awesome."

"You are more suited to be the King of War than the Light Spear."

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