Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 119 Go light it, I don't care about cooking.

Tatius looked around blankly, the murals of the golden knight and the silver dragon reminding him that he was in a Catholic church.

Not far from him, the Catholic priest Agrippa was tapping his broken leg, looking at him with a helpless expression.

Why is he here?

Wasn't he in his own room in the temple, about to get up and close the window?

How could this be...

Some faint memories suddenly began to surface in Tatius's mind; he remembered them.

A blond boy pushed open the window of his room, climbed in, picked him up, climbed back out, and carried him all the way to this Catholic church, where he placed him.

He seemed to have completely ignored him, looking dazed and letting everything happen.

"High Priest Tartius." The voice sounded behind Tartius.

Tatius broke out in a cold sweat and turned his head with a hint of fear to look behind him.

The blond boy and the scholarly-looking man were sitting behind him.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest. I'm Zhou Yun." Zhou Yun slung a chair over his shoulder and extended his hand to Tatius.

Tatius shook hands with Zhou Yun, looking somewhat flustered.

"I heard you're looking for someone," Zhou Yun said to Tatius.

"Yes, but..." Tatius began instinctively, but halfway through his sentence, his eyes suddenly lit up slightly, as if he had realized something.

"Could you be... the cursed one?" Tatius vaguely sensed a trace of Simeneta's aura on Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun could also sense that the faith emanating from the Slaanesh domain, which was almost certainly from Simeneta, was trembling slightly.

"That's not a very auspicious name," Zhou Yun said.

The demons of the warp feared the Emperor and dared not utter his name, addressing him only in this way.

"But I am indeed the person you are looking for."

Tatius looked excited, but Zhou Yun gestured for him not to rush.

Do you know the location of the King of Sorcery's royal court?

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Tatius shook his head.

"Can you let me communicate with Simoneta?" Zhou Yun asked again.

Tatius still shook his head.

"All I could see was the goddess of beauty being tormented, and demons surrounding her."

"So how did she tell you the name 'The Cursed One'?" Zhou Yun asked.

He already had a rough guess in his mind.

"I'm not sure what the reason was, but that night, the demons surrounding her suddenly disappeared..." Tatius said.

Zhou Yun is now confirmed.

It was that blind witch who cursed Zhou Yun, opening a passage between Macurag and Slaanesh's domain, allowing Zhou Yun to channel the power of the Golden Throne into Slaanesh's domain, burning the demons surrounding Simeneta to death, and giving Simeneta the opportunity to communicate with Tatius.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but reach out and rub his temples.

In other words, if he wanted to communicate with Simeneta and get him to tell him the location of the King of Wizardry's court, he would have to have Slaanesh followers of Makurag perform a ritual to curse him.

Moreover, a curse of the level of a blind witch is not enough; it's only enough for Simeoneta to seize an opportunity to utter one or two words.

Based on Zhou Yun's experience and knowledge of the subspace, this ritual must be large-scale and highly targeted towards Simeneta and Zhou Yun. Only in this way can the channel opened allow Zhou Yun to channel sufficient power from the Golden Throne into Slaanesh's domain, creating an opportunity for him and Simeneta to truly communicate...

How could Slaanesh followers of Macuragh be so cooperative?

Hmm? No, it seems there really is a chance.

An idea popped into Zhou Yun's head, but it was still just a rough idea.

So he first shared the information he had with Tatius.

"...I see. Stripping me of my banking functions was also part of their plan, aimed at removing me from the position of High Priest..."

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"No, but... but I already have a chosen successor, Tacitus..."

Tatius shook his head repeatedly, then a look of horror appeared on his face.

"Could it be that Tacitus also..."

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"Yes, according to the information I extracted from Libo's mind, Tacitus was 'baptized' by them. The pain overwhelmed him and turned him into a follower of the First Crying God," Zhou Yun nodded and said.

Tatius's body trembled violently.

"It's my fault that the child died..." Tatius lowered his head, his face full of pain and sorrow.

He took two or three deep breaths to calm himself down, then looked up at Zhou Yun.

"What are your plans? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yes, I have a rough idea now, but this idea needs one thing."

Zhou Yun nodded and said that he needed Tatius's cooperation now, but not just his cooperation alone.

"Belief."

"I need to point to my faith."

These words startled Tatius, and Robert Guilliman, who had been silent all along, also raised his head slightly to look at Zhou Yun.

...You, like His Excellency Simonetta back then, are a walking among men.

"I am not a god, I am just a psychic who can manipulate faith." Zhou Yun interrupted Tatius. "Psychic-type psychics can manipulate all kinds of emotions. I'm a little different; I can manipulate faith, but I am not a god. You understand the difference, right?"

Tatius nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Then he said, "Faith... I have very little control over the temple now. If you need faith, you'd better go to my other two friends."

"High Priest Imhotep of the Broken Lighthouse Temple, and First Eater Raganon of the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult."

Zhou Yun looked at Robert Guilliman beside him.

The child suddenly disappeared from Zhou Yun's sight.

A moment later, when his figure reappeared, two priests, one thin and one fat, were sitting next to Tatius.

First, Laganon looked around in confusion, then at Imhotep and Tatius, then at Zhou Yun, and finally at Robert Guilliman.

Memories of how he came to this church flashed through his mind...

"I'm terrified of you. What are you? Even my blessings can't protect me." Laganon couldn't help but swallow.

"I know who he is," Imhotep said quietly, clearly having grasped the situation. "The infamous Quintus Guilliman attacked Consul Connor's mansion during the day, and Connor's six-year-old son took Quintus's life with just three sword strikes."

"Blonde-haired boy, you must be Connor's adopted son."

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"...Six years old?" Laganon looked at Robert and couldn't help but ask.

Imhotep's gaze did not linger on Robert, but instead fell upon Zhou Yun.

"Is this considered an invitation? Lord Zhou Yun, I suppose you are the one who will look directly at my lord in the future."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly.

"Then I'll be frank. Now that the galaxy is scattered and the warp is in chaos, warp voyages that once connected humanity are no longer possible."

"Humanity needs a lighthouse to be lit to guide ships in the warp. My Lord is that lighthouse. The purpose of our Broken Lighthouse Temple is to find the Lord, ignite Him, and let Him illuminate the void."

Robert looked at Imhotep, then at Zhou Yun, and he almost immediately understood why Zhou Yun was searching for the King of Wizardry's court.

Zhou Yun's goal was clearly the beacon that Imhotep had mentioned.

"On this point, we share the same goal."

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

"I also hope to light the lighthouse, but to do that, I need to find the court of the King of Wizardry."

"I see. The key is that obelisk my lord abandoned?" Imhotep said, glancing at Tatius beside him. "And the location of the King of Wizardry's court is now known only to Simeneta?"

Tatius nodded slightly.

“But Simeneta is in the realm of ‘debauchery’,” Laganon interjected from the side.

"...?" Upon hearing the name "Lustful Burning Bee," Robert Guilliman couldn't help but blink.

He guessed that this referred to the first-crying god worshipped by cultists.

"I'm telling you, rescuing Simoneta is almost as difficult as breaking into the 'Fat, Stinky Dung's' territory and rescuing 'Lily Crying Girl.'"

"If it were that easy, those 'impotent bean sprouts' would have done it already."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but cover her face.

It's really hard to stay calm when listening to the Flying Mandarin Duck speak.

"I have a way to do it, I need faith," Zhou Yun said, taking two deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Oh, so you are a god." Laganon nodded.

"No, I'm just a psionicist who can use faith, understand?" Zhou Yun sighed and emphasized again.

"I understand, I understand. After all, I'm just a drunken, complex sugary creature living between beer volcanoes and strip clubs," Laganon said with a laugh.

"It's not difficult. You just need to create an image that points to you. I'll claim you're my lord's prophet or something like that," Imhotep said to Zhou Yun. "As for Laganon, he can just put a pot lid on the altar, and his followers won't mind worshipping it."

"It has to be a good pot lid," Laganon interjected.

At this point, Laganong suddenly adopted a serious expression and looked at Zhou Yun.

"Imhotep wanted you to light the lighthouse, and you said you wanted to do so too."

"Actually, I would like you to do this too, but my conscience still compels me to tell you the price."

"Once the lighthouse is lit, even if it is not overloaded, the light it emits will one day attract hunger from the deep space beyond the Milky Way."

"He has many names: the Great Devourer, the Deep Space Tentacle, the Shadow, the Eternal Dragon... but in the future, the name he will be called most often is 'Terran Swarm.'"

"That swarm will arrive thousands of years from now, devouring stars, ravaging countless planets, and consuming countless lives. I will die completely as a result, but if you think it's a price you can afford, if you believe that humanity can face this threat ten thousand years from now, then go ahead and set it on fire."

Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Where is your cook? Since you said Tyrion's arrival would kill your cook, why did you agree to light the lighthouse?"

"I was born from a divine joke, which unexpectedly continued as time rolled forward, and gradually became a god for mankind to pray for food in the old night."

Laganong smiled, and Zhou Yun saw the faintly visible noodle tentacles behind him resting on his shoulders.

"Therefore, on the day the hungry god descends, he will surely be devoured. In fact, there is no need to wait until then. The magnificent noodle soup has no beginning and no end. When the lighthouse is lit, his fate of being devoured will be anchored, and he will die completely."

"However, people are starving, and if humanity is not united, the people in the galaxy will not be able to escape hunger."

"If humans light lighthouses simply to feed themselves, then so be it."

"Then go ahead, I don't care about cooking."

"I understand." Zhou Yun nodded slightly, then looked at Imhotep. "I've made up my mind. I'll do as you say and erect an image pointing to me within the Broken Beacon Cult."

"So, what should this image be called? What should it look like?" Imhotep asked. "Ideally, it should be more in line with our beliefs, so it will be easier to promote."

Zhou Yun paused, the answer to the question already obvious. He opened his mouth and uttered the name: "Star Torch".

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