Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 117 The Sterilizing Hand

Zhou Yun returned to the blacksmith shop and to the room that Vulcan had arranged for him to stay in.

He lowered his head, looking at the spear in his hand, while simultaneously sensing the new skills emerging from the Emperor's memories.

This skill is actually quite useful.

Its name is...

"Move! The object!"

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"This shitty name made Zhou Yun cover his head and let out a sigh of despair."

It's hard to imagine what the emperor was thinking when he came up with this weird name.

It's even harder to imagine that this scoundrel who came up with such a ridiculous name is actually humanity's only hope after the old night.

Although the name is awful, this skill is genuinely useful.

It is a psionic spell, and in the Emperor's memory, this psionic spell was even one of the technological cornerstones of future human warp travel.

Its effect is to teleport an item to another location by utilizing the properties of the subspace itself.

This skill has two limitations.

First, it can only transport inanimate objects, not living ones. Firstly, the spiritual energy required to allow living objects to pass through the curtain far exceeds that of inanimate objects, which is far beyond Zhou Yun's current spiritual energy capacity. Secondly, most living objects cannot survive in the subspace.

Furthermore, even for inanimate objects, the larger their volume, mass, and power, the stronger their existence, and the greater the spiritual energy required to transmit them.

Secondly, it is necessary to know the specific coordinates of the target to be teleported, and these coordinates must contain both the spatial and temporal location information of the subspace and the real world.

This is the real challenge.

It's not even a psionic problem; it's a purely mathematical problem. And with math, if you don't know it, you just don't know it.

It is important to know that the coordinates of galaxies are constantly changing, both in reality and in the subspace. Before the advent of navigators, even short-distance subspace travel required giant thinkers to spend a long time performing mathematical calculations to determine the corresponding coordinates of the target location in both reality and the subspace.

For a normal human brain, the limit is being able to calculate the subspace coordinates corresponding to different locations on a planet.

To put it bluntly, Zhou Yun's skill level was so low that he couldn't even accurately calculate the coordinates between the two ends of the town.

but....

Zhou Yun sensed his different bodies on Nuseria, Macurag, and Nocturne.

Zhou Yun didn't need to calculate the coordinates between these three bodies at all.

He only needed to glance at the golden throne to see where these bodies were located in the warp.

The only thing to worry about is packet loss—what if some bored warp entity steals what he's supposed to teleport...

Zhou Yun thought for a moment, gripped the spear in his hand, then focused his mind and energy, injecting a small amount of the spiritual energy from his faith into it.

That way, we shouldn't have to worry about it being stolen by some careless warp entity.

Then..

Zhou Yun began to activate the "Object Transfer" skill.

His psionic energy decreased by a full third in an instant, and the spear that Vulcan had helped Zhou Yun forge disappeared from his hand.

Successful.

In Nuseria, in the city of Deshia, Zhou Yun, sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the spear in his hand and smiled.

Sending such a spear requires about one-third of psionic energy, and it may require more in places with thick veils.

Zhou Yun placed the spear on his lap and used his psionic energy to propel his wheelchair away from the residence he had been assigned in Deshia City.

After a night of chaos, the city of Deshya returned to some semblance of calm. Angron, representing the gladiators, declared to the free people that they would no longer flee or leave Deshya; they would make it their own city.

They also gave the free people a choice: they could leave Deshya, but could only take a limited amount of property with them.

They can take one-thousandth of the wealth they plunder from the mansions of high-ranking riders, but the rest must remain in the city of Deshya.

In addition, Angron also told them that the high-ranking riders of Anet City would not give up easily. They would send troops within a week at most, or within two or three days at least, and even if they escaped from Deshya City, they would not get very far.

Some of the free men still chose to leave, and the gladiators respected their choice.

Those who remained were trained by the gladiators, who hoped to equip them with basic combat skills within a few short days.

Zhou Yun didn't have high expectations for this. The real main force would definitely still be the gladiators from the two cities. At most, the Free People's Legion of Flami, whose soldiers from Dicia had been satisfied and were currently in high spirits, would also be included.

What boosted their morale even more was that they had witnessed Zhou Yun's molten gold giant body displayed in the city of Daisia, coupled with the rumors that Zhou Yun had deliberately leaked to the gladiators, leading these free soldiers to believe that Zhou Yun was rapidly recovering.

They believed that once Zhou Yun recovered, he could once again transform into that molten gold giant, and the high-ranking riders of Anite would be no threat at all.

This is of course a lie. At that time, it was under the right circumstances that Zhou Yun was able to unleash the "Holy Ritual" by drawing upon the subspace torrent accumulated under the arena, thus transforming into that form.

Even if he could lead his gladiator brothers to perform the "Holy Ritual" again, he wouldn't be able to reach that level of intensity.

Zhou Yun used his psionic powers to drive his wheelchair through the streets of Deshya.

The residents of Deshya stared wide-eyed as they watched a man covered in burns sitting in a wheelchair that turned on its own without needing to be pushed. They quickly made way for Zhou Yun and whispered among themselves in a corner of the street.

Zhou Yun ignored them and drove towards the square next to the Deshya Arena.

He saw Kleist training the free men to wield spears in the square.

"Thrust! Grip your spears and thrust forward!" Kleist roared at the freemen.

The free men brandished their spears and thrust them at the training dummies brought out of the arena.

"Crest," Zhou Yun called softly.

The tall, slender gladiator sisters, whose legs had been replaced with anti-gravity spears, quickly turned their heads to look at Zhou Yun.

Her movements were so light that she reached Zhou Yun's side in just a few steps.

"Old Zhou! What brings you here?"

"Are you feeling alright? Why didn't you have someone push you over in a wheelchair?"

"I'm much better now." Zhou Yun smiled and shook her head. "Look, I can push my wheelchair around by myself now."

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As he spoke, Zhou Yun looked at the simple spear resting on his lap.

"I brought you a gift."

"A spear?" Kleist picked up the spear curiously. Her eyes widened, and she gripped the spear tightly in her hand in disbelief, gently pressing down the spearhead.

With such balance, Kleist almost thought his arms had turned into spears.

The spear seemed to be an extension of her body, achieving a subtle harmony with her body, her power, and even her soul.

and....

"It's so hot," Kleist couldn't help but say, her fingers tracing the spear shaft, her fingertips landing on the spearhead.

Under the bright sunshine of Deshya, the flame-like patterns on the spearhead were clearly visible.

The spear itself was at a normal temperature, but when Kleist held it in his hand, he could feel a scorching power coming at him, as if the flames that had forged the spearhead had never gone out, but were still burning inside the spear.

Kleist gripped the spear and leaped into the air.

The silver light flashed like dancing fireworks, and in the blink of an eye, the heads of the three training dummies brought out from the arena were severed.

A gasp of surprise rippled through the freemen.

"What a powerful spear!" Kleist exclaimed sincerely as he returned to Zhou Yun's side.

The spear was not only sharp; Kleist felt it was even sharing its power with him, amplifying Kleist's own strength, speed, and reflexes.

Unbelievable, how did they do that?

Kleist could also vaguely sense that this spear was definitely not the creation of a high-level rider.

Different in appearance and style, but more importantly... the creations of high-level riders all reveal a kind of malice, while the spear is aimed at a warm and resilient power.

"Where did you get this?" Kleist asked, clearly admiring the spear.

"I forged it with a friend."

"You forged this yourself?" Kleist said with some surprise, gripping the spear even tighter.

"It was mainly my friend who did the work," Zhou Yun said with a smile.

That's true. The reason this spear is so sharp and powerful is mainly because it was forged by Vulcan with Zhou Yun's help.

Zhou Yun was basically certain that the forging techniques of Nocturne Star definitely involved some kind of subspace element.

A piece of metal that can become so powerful from being hit a few times with a hammer must involve forces from the material universe alone.

"...?" Zhou Yun noticed that the free people were looking at him with awe, and seemed to be whispering something.

They were speaking very softly, theoretically Zhou Yun shouldn't have been able to hear them, but...

+ Sterilization Hand. +

+A pro player's Destroyer. +

+The greatest enemy of all males. +

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"What is all this?"

Their reverence transformed into a sliver of faith, flowing into Zhou Yun's body.

Damn it, faith is faith, but what the hell is this "sterilization hand" nonsense?

Moreover, Zhou Yun was also unsure how to evaluate the Emperor's skill.

Can this really be considered a belief?

"Crest!"

Just then, Yochuka's voice rang out from not far away, and he jogged towards Kleist and Zhou Yun.

"Hey? Old Zhou, you're here too! That saves me a trip."

Yochuka, panting heavily, stopped in front of the two.

During war, gladiators typically communicate through telepathy, which is why they can outperform higher-ranking riders in terms of teamwork.

However, Zhou Yun's psionic energy is not unlimited under normal circumstances, and he still has to rely on human communication in the end. Yochuka, the young gladiator, is now in charge of this task.

"Onomamus wants both of you to come over."

"There's been some activity in Anet City."

"The advanced riders may be arriving soon."

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