Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 127 The entire army charged into the gladiator camp, heading straight for Zhou Yun's two-wheeled vehicle.jpg

"Retreat..." Flami listened to Zhou Yun's words in disbelief.

After days of trekking under the scorching sun, crossing the red sand dunes littered with the corpses of free men, and just arriving at the city of Anet, Zhou Yun surprisingly issued the order to retreat.

Flami did not approve of attacking Anet, but he also did not want to retreat. He hoped that Zhou Yun would bypass Anet and attack those cities that were easier to conquer.

In this situation...

Flami turned to look at the Free People's Army, their eyes filled with fear. The corpses along the way had left a psychological scar on them, and the thick walls of Anet had damaged their confidence.

But they still maintain order. The victory of Deshia, the wealth gained from it, and most importantly, the strength of Zhou Yun and Anglong, keep them hopeful for victory.

Their ability to remain a combat-ready force is entirely due to Zhou Yun and Anglong.

Therefore, Anglong and Zhou Yun must not show any sign of backing down, fear, or hesitation.

They can order an attack on the city, they can advance, they can retreat, but they must never retreat.

Once the retreat begins, the two thousand free people will immediately turn from retreat to fleeing.

If it weren't for Zhou Yun's arrangement of having one gladiator lead every ten free citizens, Flammy even thought it would have turned into a rout.

Even with gladiators maintaining order, the free people would flee back to Deshia and would never again obey orders to fight the high-ranking riders.

"Give the order to retreat."

Zhou Yun gave the order again, while continuing to keep his eyes on the city of Anet not far away, on the thick city walls, on the zigzag shields surrounding the city walls, and on the high-ranking riders with broad, protruding chins on the city walls.

"More than 3,100 people, of whom 2,000 are women, children and the elderly, and the remaining 1,000 are high-level riders with combat capabilities."

Angron said in a low voice. Even though he was cursed, the Primarch's mind still gave Angron a brain processing ability far beyond that of ordinary people. In just a short time, he had already calculated the number of high-ranking riders on the city wall.

"All of Anite's top-tier riders with combat capabilities are here."

"A panacea, indeed, is tempting."

Zhou Yun said with a smile, and behind him, as Flami gave the order, a commotion arose from the Free Citizens.

"They...they escaped?" Commander-in-Chief Habur stared in disbelief through his binoculars at the city below.

When the army, a mix of freemen and gladiators, appeared not far from the city, the high-ranking riders cheered with joy.

They looked down on this army made up of commoners, and did not regard it as a threat. In their eyes, it was a living panacea.

Lord Super is incredibly generous. The Panacea is so precious that it's practically a legend. Even the core of the Coastal Alliance, the wealthiest of the three, Sharp, only has one branch. Only the Tarka family of Dicia still has multiple branches.

A panacea capable of healing all injuries, curing all toxins, granting users permanent self-healing abilities, and significantly extending lifespan.

medicine..

Every high-level rider wants to get it.

And this requires the head of that gladiator named Zhou Yun.

However, the free people and gladiators surprisingly abandoned their siege and turned back when they were still a kilometer or two away from Anet.

"I suppose he was scared out of his wits and finally realized how stupid his actions were," Giles said with a slight upturn of his high chin and a hint of disdain.

"Exactly! Free men and slaves can only swagger around in front of those who are not of pure blood."

Turando nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Once they encounter high-ranking riders like us with pure bloodlines, the sheer aura emanating from our bloodline alone will terrify them."

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"But, my lords..." Habur scratched his head and asked, "What if Zhou Yun escapes? What will happen to the Panacea?"

The laughter and cheers on the city wall vanished in an instant.

"Zhou Yun!" A high-ranking rider suddenly pointed a finger at the distant red sand.

A woman with blades on both legs was pushing a wheelchair and fleeing into the distance through the crowd.

Sitting in the wheelchair was a man covered in burns, perfectly matching the characteristics of Zhou Yun.

"The panacea!!" another high-ranking rider shouted, leaping directly off the city wall, using silver vines to cushion his landing on the red sand, and quickly catching up with the fleeing free people and gladiators.

"asshole!!"

"You dare call yourself a panacea?"

"Kill Zhou Yun and win back the elixir of immortality!!"

The high-ranking riders on the city wall erupted in an instant, all of them rushing down the wall in an attempt to catch up with the burned man in the wheelchair.

"A bunch of bastards!" Giles cursed. He realized that these bastards wanted to keep the panacea for themselves and didn't intend to hand it over to him, the governor.

"Tudor, look at them, Tuldo?!" Giles stared in disbelief, realizing that Tuldo and Habur had also jumped off the city wall at some point to chase after the Panacea.

Almost all of the thousands of high-ranking riders with combat capabilities abandoned the city of Anite and Governor Giles.

The elixir is too precious. Once obtained, there's no need to inject it yourself. Simply take it to a wealthy city-state like Sharpu, and the wealth you can obtain in exchange will surpass the accumulated wealth of the entire Anite city over generations.

If Zhou Yun escapes now, and the news of the bounty reaches the high-ranking riders of other city-states, their chances of obtaining the Panacea in the future will be extremely slim.

It can only be today, only today...

Giles gritted his teeth and finally leaped down from the walls of Anet, rushing towards the burnt man in the wheelchair who was fleeing.

The burned man leaned motionless against the wheelchair, while Kleist pushed the wheelchair with one hand and gripped the spear with flame patterns in the other.

High-ranking riders with greedy expressions followed closely behind, various weapons gleaming with a terrifying light in their hands.

A streak of blue plasma light flashed by, grazing past Kleist.

This was certainly not because Kleist was lucky enough to have an amulet on her chest that was slightly warming up.

It was a deflection shield generator, but it didn't come from a high-ranking rider in Nutheria.

This amulet was given to Kleist by Zhou Yun to protect her safety when she lured away the high-ranking riders alone.

What Kleist didn't know was that this amulet came from Macurag, from Quintus's armor, and was a relic from the Dark Ages.

Zhou Yuntuo only understood why Connor had initially believed that this thing required heavy weapons to destroy after Guilliman arrived.

Unlike the gear worn by high-ranking Anit riders, which was obsolete due to the dark age of technology.

This thing doesn't require any additional power supply; it can slowly draw energy from the warp to recharge itself. Furthermore, the Macurag people believe that the stronger the will of the wearer, the more solid the shield itself will be. Although it sounds like feudal superstition, Zhou Yun thinks it's probably true.

He also told Kleist this.

Kleist brandished her spear, beheading a young, high-ranking rider who had caught up with her. The amulet hanging around her neck swayed slightly, and the young rider's silver vines failed to harm her in the slightest.

"This amulet is truly amazing..." Kleist thought to himself.

She grinned, knowing she couldn't let Lao Zhou down.

Kleist gripped the wheelchair tightly, taking the high-ranking riders further and further away from the city of Anite at an even faster pace.

In Anglong's basket, Zhou Yun wearily raised his eyelids and looked at the now deserted city of Anite.

He had previously covered himself with psychological cloaking to evade the attention of high-level riders.

His psionic abilities were far inferior to Robert Guilliman's, and Robert had surpassed him in this skill. Making himself unnoticed by high-ranking riders consumed a great deal of his psionic energy.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to maintain this for too long. If there are relatively intelligent high-ranking riders, they will discover that the gladiators' forces and the freemen's forces have diverged.

However, the fake Zhou Yun, who was being pushed by Kleist, fled in a completely different direction from both of them.

Kleist was the fastest of them all; only she could keep up with the high-ranking riders who used silver vines for transportation.

Once a certain distance is reached, Kleist will also leave, leaving only the fake Zhou Yun, sculpted from criminal free men, for the high-ranking riders.

Meanwhile, the gladiators' forces had already circled back to the walls of Anet.

"Now, let's go and take over the city of Anite," Zhou Yun said softly to the gladiators around him.

Angron remained silent, raising his battle axe high in the air.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the 512 figures were swirling around him, their pain, their resentment, their anger, and their hatred all contained within them.

High-ranking riders believed they could tame people through repeated intimidation, abuse, and killing, making them fear, dread, and dread them, thereby preventing them from being angry or hateful.

But they were wrong; it's not that people are afraid to hate.

People have simply learned to hide their anger and hatred, to become cautious, and then to hide themselves, keeping a close eye on them, waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

"Revenge!" Angron roared.

"Revenge!!" A roar of fury erupted from the gladiators.

No, it wasn't just the gladiators.

Almost at the same time that the gladiators returned to the walls of Anet and launched another charge, a riot broke out on the city walls of Anet.

The women, children, and elderly, who were not high-ranking riders with much fighting ability, screamed in terror. A group of free people rushed up the city wall, and the leader was none other than Onomamus, Angron's adoptive father.

Long before the Battle of the Anet River broke out, he had infiltrated the city of Anet along with trustworthy Deshjay gladiators and free men.

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These gladiators and freemen were once residents of Anet, but were bought by high-ranking riders of Deshya and forcibly driven to Deshya.

They still have old friends and old networks in the city of Anit.

With them at the core, Onomamus successfully gathered a group of rebels.

After the high-ranking riders left Anite, they took action, breaking the shackles of the Anite gladiators and rallying the free people of Anite to storm the city walls...

The banners were unfurled atop the high walls, bearing the symbol of the high-ranking Anite riders—a head with a protruding chin—crossed by a blood-red X, expressing the pure rage of the free men.

At the same time, the deflection shield crackled and extinguished before the gladiators' eyes.

"Revenge!!!" they all roared.

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