Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 121 The Sacred Ritual of the Union of Twenty-One Primarchs.....

Since he wanted to learn, Zhou Yun naturally wouldn't hesitate to teach him.

To be honest, there's not much more Zhou Yun can teach.

None of the psionic techniques from Prospero can be taught.

The remaining options are precognitive psychic abilities and telepathic psychic abilities.

Teach us how to observe fate, sense crises, and bestow good or bad fortune.

Then teach me how to read minds, how to read and implant memories, and how to subtly interfere with the enemy's subconscious.

For the rest, Zhou Yun could only teach some minor psionic skills that were neither here nor there.

Tiberius is easy to deal with; his limited psionic abilities mean he can't master very powerful psionic techniques.

But Robert is a different story...

Of course, this excludes psionic abilities within the normal court system.

Zhou Yun also possesses two psionic techniques that far surpass ordinary spells.

The Mysteries of the War Dog Think Tank: "Sacred Ritual"

And the "teleportation!" from the Emperor's memories.

The "sacrament" requires a large number of brothers with genuine affection, which is not of much use to Guilliman at present.

If Robert can get along well with the other Primarchs in the future, he might be able to create a version where all twenty-one Primarchs are united... But for now, that's just an unrealistic fantasy.

However, the "Move! Object!" psychic technique requires a lot of complex calculations to determine coordinates, and it takes a long time for ordinary people to prepare before they can use it.

But for Robert Guilliman, who possesses a super brain, this is not a problem.

So Zhou Yun simply taught Robert and Tiberius the three minor psionic techniques and "Teleportation!"

"This..." Tiberius felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to Zhou Yun's words.

The first three secondary psionic arts are alright.

It can levitate briefly off the ground, bring bizarre good luck that enhances one's fortune, and summon animals to control small animals.

Tiberius was far from mastering these three psionic arts, but he could understand some of them.

And "Move! Object!"

The principles behind it left Tiberius dizzy and disoriented, and the computational skills required to calculate the coordinates were daunting.

That's quite a leap!

But Tiberius immediately understood.

Those three minor psionic skills were for myself.

"Move! Object!" was a technique specifically taught to Robert Guilliman.

Tiberius watched as Robert Guilliman beside him detached from the ground and floated in mid-air.

Lesser psionic technique: Levitation.

It can levitate people no more than five meters above the ground.

Robert had already learned it after listening to Zhou Yun's explanation.

Then he took a silver coin out of his pocket.

"Connor," Robert said, then tossed a coin.

The coin landed with Connor's head facing up.

He had also mastered the art of bizarre good fortune.

Finally, he raised his finger, and a small bird flew into the room from outside the window and landed on his fingertip.

Calling for the animals...

Tiberius had a wry smile on his lips.

He knew Robert was a genius, but this was just too much.

"Object manipulation." Robert Guilliman murmured the name of the complex psionic technique, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It's a truly exquisite technique, but it feels completely different from what you taught me before... I need some time to learn it."

"Just a little time? My goodness, the difference between people is even greater than the height difference between you and me," Tiberius couldn't help but say.

Robert simply smiled, then calmed down and began to study the psionic spells.

"Robert has surpassed me in many psionic skills; he's different."

Zhou Yun shook his head and said to Tiberius, "I'll teach you how to use psionic energy..."

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Tiberius was only just beginning to explore psionic energy and didn't need much instruction.

Zhou Yun calmed down slightly and turned more attention to Nuseria.

The Anet River flows through the land covered with warm red sand, reeds sway gently along the riverbank, and ducks can be vaguely seen.

The river runs between the two cities of Anet and Deshya, with Deshya on the north bank and Anet on the south bank.

It's neither very wide nor very deep, so it doesn't really constitute an obstacle.

Especially now, the river is so shallow that you can see the bottom of the bank, and horses can even wade across it.

Angron led Zhou Yun to a high place, looking at the north bank where gladiators and freemen were stationed.

This force, consisting of hundreds of gladiators, a thousand Desija Freemen soldiers, and a thousand hastily conscripted and trained Deshya Freemen soldiers, arrived here a day earlier, dismantled the wooden bridge on the riverbank, and then set up camp here to wait for the enemy to attack.

While they were attacking Deshya, Flami, following Zhou Yun's instructions, selected reliable and clever individuals from among the free people. Before news of Deshya's fall spread, they infiltrated Anet and relayed the message as soon as the Anet troops were mobilized.

Zhou Yun watched as the river level continued to slowly drop...

"I see Anet's high-ranking riders," said Angron, who was carrying Zhou Yun on his back.

The Primitive's eyes are even better than a telescope.

The Anet troops, far on the horizon, had already come into his view.

Get ready.

Zhou Yun spoke through a mental link to the soldiers in the camp, the soldiers hiding in the reeds, and the gladiators led by York who were currently upstream...

Silver Vine lifted the recliner, raising Foul's vantage point so he could see the gently rippling Anit River in the distance, and also the traitors and slaves faintly visible on the opposite bank.

What a bunch of idiots, a bunch of lowly stray dogs who never learn their lesson.

Didn't the blood shed in Deshya teach them what loyalty is? It's only been a few years, and they're already itching to die again.

However, Fowler did not hate these idiots; on the contrary, he was grateful to them.

He was originally just the second son who wasn't valued much in the family. He was born to his father's concubine. After his father died, his elder brother succeeded him as the head of the family. It was unknown what fate awaited him.

Fortunately, his mother was related to a high-ranking rider in the remote region of Deshyana, and he bribed him with his savings, which allowed him to obtain the position of commander of the punitive expedition.

Once he recaptures Anit, and unites with the dozens of other high-ranking riders who participated in the campaign, he can divide up Deshia and become the governor of Deshia, escaping the shadow of his father and elder brother...

In this light, Fore believes he should thank the gladiators and freemen for their foolishness.

Fowle could see the surface of the Anet River clearly. Hidden behind the dense reeds, the water was shallow enough to see the bottom, and even the deepest part in the middle of the river was only half up to the calves.

"My lord," the general of the Anit Free People's Legion rode up to Fore, "the river is shallow; the horses can cross it directly."

"I'm not blind," Fowler said disdainfully to the Free People's Army general.

He was a little annoyed because he hated it when free people stood beside him or in front of him.

The general looked as if he had choked on his words.

Foul dismissed it with disdain. The freemen did not have the pure bloodline of generations of high-ranking riders, so they were incompetent and unintelligent. It was ridiculous that they had to make a point about something so obvious.

"My lord, what I mean is that it's not the dry season now, so the river shouldn't be this shallow."

"Isn't this just good luck?" Foul frowned, no longer wanting to waste his breath on this idiot.

"No, sir, I... you see, they've demolished the bridge, and why didn't they cross the river while it's shallow, instead of waiting for us on the other side? I don't..." the general stammered.

Nonsense! I don't understand!

"Because they are cowards, because they are all cowardly and stupid commoners and slaves like you. They dare not attack us, they only dare to hide behind this creek," Fowle said in a sarcastic voice.

The general's face turned ashen, and he fell silent, retreating instead.

Foul snorted coldly.

This time, they had dozens of high-ranking riders, each equipped with deflector shields from the First Kingdom's armory. Of course, a mere group of commoners and slaves should fear them.

Why can't those stupid free citizens understand something so clear and obvious?

Fore raised his hand, signaling the entire army to charge across the shallow river and head straight for the Deshya forces on the other side.

With ease, utterly effortless, Foul, supported by the silver vines, crossed the Anet River first without even getting wet. The other high-ranking riders behind him did the same, laughing and mocking the free people and slaves, dreaming of the wealth they would soon acquire in Deshya.

The Free People's Army followed closely behind them, with cavalrymen riding across the river and infantrymen wading through it. Although this slowed their pace slightly, the river did not hinder their advance.

Meanwhile, the free people and slaves were still frozen on the opposite bank, completely terrified when the reeds stirred.

Before Fore, the thick reeds, almost taller than a person, stirred.

A long spear, gleaming with a cold light, suddenly pierced out from the reeds, aiming at Fulful. His thoughts faltered as he saw a group of people suddenly emerge from the reeds, wielding sharp spears and thrusting them at the freemen behind them.

A woman whose legs had been replaced with blades was holding a rather simple-looking spear, the tip of which was pointed directly at Foul's face.

Foul almost burst out laughing. He was wearing a deflection shield, a weapon from the First Kingdom era. How could this mere spear possibly shatter it?

Sure enough! The intelligence of slaves and commoners is like a spearhead approaching. The flame patterns on the metal are clearly visible. They are not carved patterns, but the shape of the metal itself, as if a flame is hidden in the metal, and the craftsman who forged the spear has dug it out.

A loud bang rang out, the deflection shield trembled violently, bursting out with a blinding light, revealing that it was on the verge of collapse.

"Impossible!!" Foul exclaimed in disbelief.

A single spear strike nearly shattered his deflection shield—how could this be?!

In a panic, he hurriedly retreated.

However, at that very moment, everyone on the battlefield heard a voice.

The surging, roaring, and furious river turned everyone's heads. The howling water was rushing down from upstream like a giant, towering serpent.

+Open the sluice gate and release the water+

Zhou Yun gave orders to the gladiators who had already taken control of the riverbank upstream.

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