Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 122 Robert, say something decent!

Long before the main force of the gladiators and the Free People's Legion was mobilized, Zhou Yun had already ordered York to lead more than ten gladiators to the dam on the upper reaches of the Anet River and occupy it.

The gladiators then shut off the dam to impound water, blocking the river from flowing downstream and deliberately lowering the water level to its current state.

When Anet's troops began to cross the river, Zhou Yun issued an order to York and his men through a mental link, instructing them to breach the river dam.

Then, the accumulated river water roared down, like a giant serpent that had been accumulating anger for days, spreading open the river channel, opening its scales, and biting down with its blood-red maw.

The surging waves overwhelmed the Free People's army that was crossing the river. The horses reared up and neighed in the spray, and the Free People struggled in the water, but within seconds they were all swallowed up by the roaring waves.

In an instant, the river rose to a depth of two or three meters, and the thousands of free soldiers who were crossing the river were swept into the water. Most of them sank directly, and only a few free soldiers who were good at swimming were able to barely keep their balance in the surging water.

Some of the free people who were in the front and had already stepped onto the shallows were terrified as they watched the surging river and fled forward.

However, the troops led by Kleist were already waiting for them in the reeds, spears raised.

Kill!

Zhou Yun's voice rang in the minds of all the soldiers. The gladiators and freemen lined up on the north bank roared in unison and charged toward the Anit troops who were in chaos in the river.

This is wrong! This is wrong! This is wrong!

Foul screamed as the silver vines beside him swung wildly at the woman in front of him.

The woman held the spear and easily blocked every attack from the silver vines. The seemingly simple spear easily cut several silver vines in half.

"This is wrong!!"

How could something so incomprehensible happen again?

Why would there be someone in these reeds?

Why was it that the woman's spear almost shattered the deflection shield?

Why did a flood suddenly rush down?

Something's definitely wrong here! This is completely illogical!

"Idiot," said the woman holding the spear.

Her spear slammed into the deflecting barrier, and a burst of brilliant light erupted where the spear and shield collided.

Ful could sense that the deflection barrier generator was getting hotter and hotter, and it was nearing its limit.

Fear, disbelief, and anger all accumulated in Fore's heart at the same time.

That shouldn't be the case. Shouldn't he have easily defeated these commoners and slaves, then seized Deshya and become its governor?

Why can't these commoners and slaves cooperate a little?

"You're going to die!!!"

Foul screamed, wanting to vent his anger on the woman before him, manipulating the silver vines beside him as he lashed out, "Huh?"

No silver vines obeyed Foul's orders. He stared wide-eyed as he saw that all the silver vines around him had been cut down.

The woman let out a mocking laugh.

"You woman!"

A spear shimmering with flame patterns pierced towards Foul, deflecting the barrier and shattering it with a clamor, the spearhead looming large before Foul's eyes.

Fowler's neck was severed; the spearhead sliced ​​through his throat as smoothly and gently as a ribbon.

His head fell into the river, his eyes wide open.

"You, a high-ranking rider, should be proud." Kleist gripped the lance tightly, her smile impossible to conceal. She marveled at the lance's power. "You were the first drop of blood to be drunk by this lance."

Kleist stared at the head of the high-ranking rider submerged in the water; this guy seemed to be a commander.

She recalled the scene of Flamme cutting off the worm's head and holding it high, after which the free people surrendered without resistance.

Zhou Yun seemed to have mentioned before that after killing the enemy commander, one could do what Flami did.

So she grabbed the head out of the water, raised it high, and roared at the battlefield: "The high-ranking cavalry commander is dead!!!"

The only sounds in the air were the rushing water and... the gurgling of the Anit Free People in the water.

Kleist looked embarrassed; it seemed this tactic depended on the specific circumstances.

The terrified cries of the high-ranking riders rang out.

Anglong and Zhou Yun stepped onto the battlefield.

Angron, wielding two rough brass battle axes, easily smashed the deflection barrier protecting the high-ranking riders.

On his back was a basket, and Zhou Yun lay in the basket, struggling to raise his arm and point his finger at the high-ranking riders who were trying to attack Angron from behind.

"Beep beep beep, the head flew away." Zhou Yun would say this with a smile while pointing, and then the high-level rider's head would really fly away.

Kleist sensed that their image would soon become a legend among the free people.

This horrifying scene shattered the mental defenses of the advanced riders. They clutched their necks in terror, completely forgetting their dignity and courage, and turned to flee.

But how could Kleist let them have their way?

The spear traced a bright arc through the air, piercing through a gap. "You two! Leave me some!" Kleist laughed loudly, brandishing his spear as he charged towards the remaining high-ranking riders.

The battle that broke out on the banks of the Anet River ended quickly.

Those dozens of high-ranking riders all died at the hands of Zhou Yun, Angron, and Kleist, while most of the Free People's Army drowned in the Anet River, and those who survived lost their will to fight.

Zhou Yun announced to them that any free citizen of Anet, regardless of whether they supported them or not, could receive a share of the high-ranking rider's estate after the gladiators breached Anet City. Free citizens who were willing to provide assistance would also receive an additional share.

These free people were released, and they will take this message back to Anit, so that all the people of Anit will know about Zhou Yun's promise.

Moreover, that's not all. They will also bring back the tragic defeat of the high-ranking riders to Anite, so that the people of Anite will know that high-ranking riders are not invincible and that they too can cry out in fear before gladiators and free men.

With both factors combined, when each Anite looked up at the mansions, towers, and wealth of the high-ranking riders, they would think: those could also be theirs...

"Holy crap, he learned it so quickly!" Tiberius's exclamation made Zhou Yun turn his gaze to Macurag.

Robert Guilliman gently pinched a dinar between his fingers and then shone the light in front of Tiberius.

The coin suddenly disappeared from his hand and then fell in front of Tiberius.

"I've roughly learned how to use it, but right now I can only teleport this far in an instant."

"Any further away, I'll need to spend a few seconds calculating the coordinates... I still need to practice more."

"Even so, that's amazing. If you could send the coin into the enemy's heart..." Tippy gestured slightly.

"No, if it's about killing, there are too many methods. 'Psionic Blade' is faster and more convenient than 'Object Transfer'."

Robert Guilliman shook his head. "I still intend to follow my teacher's approach of 'Falcon School: One Million Horsepower of Psionic Power,' developing a non-lethal tactic suitable for counterinsurgency operations."

"After all, when Macragge enters the stars and begins to unify humanity again, he will inevitably encounter situations where he fights against his own people. I hope to deprive them of their ability to resist without killing them."

"How merciful," Tiberius exclaimed, inwardly marveling at Robert's lofty ambitions; he was already considering a second unification of humanity... "But what kind of technique is this 'Falcon School. One Million Horsepower of Psionic Power'?"

"Oh, so you're just a high-level player who uses psionic powers," Robert Guilliman said casually.

"Huh? Ah?" Tiberius was stunned for a moment, then gasped.

My idea for developing the "teleportation" spell is that perhaps I could prepare a box of needles and then use "teleportation" to...

"Precisely transfer the needle strikes to the enemy's skilled player..."

"Let's talk about something decent," Zhou Yun interrupted Robert Guilliman.

He was sweating profusely, realizing that he seemed to have really led Robert astray.

Tiberius, looking terrified, said, "Dad, I take back what I said about your mercy. Couldn't you have considered something like group hypnosis or dizziness?"

"That consumes a lot of psionic energy and isn't intimidating enough to truly demoralize the enemy for long," Robert said, shaking his head. "If the price of resistance is just dizziness, then resistance will never disappear. But if the price of resistance is what I just said... then a person only has two chances to resist in their lifetime."

"Just hearing you say it already feels intimidating," Tiberius said, placing his hand on his chest. "For the first time, I'm experiencing the feeling that being infertile is a good thing..."

"...You're right. What if we encounter an enemy who can't have children?" Robert Guilliman fell into deep thought.

Tiberius looked at Zhou Yun, his expression more like he was about to cry.

Zhou Yun also spread his hands helplessly.

Robert Guilliman's thinking was somewhat cynic-like to begin with, and now, under the tutelage of Connor and Mrs. Ewton, he's starting to resemble a human. But Zhou Yun's teachings seem to have added a touch of... well, a superhuman quality to him.

Zhou Yun silently expressed his apologies to the soldiers of the human pocket empire among the stars.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

This interrupted Robert's thoughts and made him look up.

He stood up, walked to the door, and pushed it open.

Outside the door was a maid from the Connaught House. She approached the doorway and said something to Robert.

"What happened?" Zhou Yun asked Robert when he returned.

Robert Guilliman looked at Zhou Yun, a glint in his eyes, a sign of his satisfaction that things were going according to their plan.

"Capio is here, and Father wants me to come over."

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