Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 128 An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

The silver vines pierced the air, tearing apart the giant rock blocking their path. Countless fragments exploded on the red sand, revealing the back of the woman whose legs were blades to Giles.

Giles was surrounded by dazzling points of light, creations of the First Kingdom passed down through his family. The principles behind them had long been buried in history, but it was known that they used similar technology to the Deflection Shield, capable of generating force fields to reverse the trajectory of objects and change the direction of energy.

The flying rock fragments paused in mid-air for a moment, then were caught by the flashing lights around Giles, instantly changing direction and shooting straight at the back of the woman pushing the wheelchair.

But the woman was incredibly agile. Even while pushing a wheelchair, she moved as lightly as a swallow, weaving through the rubble. Even when a few pebbles were about to hit her, they inexplicably veered off course.

Giles could certainly recognize what was protecting the woman: a deflection shield, a deflection shield.

They are clearly lowly slaves, yet they are allowed to use relics from the First Kingdom period. It is blasphemous!

Giles was furious. How dare this woman!

A figure passed by Giles, who turned his head and saw that it was his military commander, Haber.

The artifacts of the First Kingdom inherited by Haber are also based on the same technological route as the deflection field, but the difference is that his artifacts can accelerate themselves by deflecting gravity.

"Damn it! How dare you get past me!" Giles shouted angrily, but Haber ignored him completely and rushed towards the woman who was pushing the wheelchair away.

The relics he inherited allowed him to catch up with Kleist, and a face with a slightly protruding chin appeared beside Kleist, his expression full of...

She stared greedily at the burned man in the wheelchair.

The silver vines on his body lashed out at Kleist at incredible speed.

The amulet on Kleist's chest was burning hot, and the silver vines parted as if they were waves crashing against a reef.

Haber stared blankly at the scene, while Kleist briefly released his wheelchair, leaping up to expose Haber's head in front of him.

She gripped the spear tightly with both hands, and in the glow of the setting sun at the edge of the red sand, the spearhead emitted an orange light, and the imprints of flame danced on the metal, as if they had come alive and began to burn again.

Kleist could feel the spear roaring, the will and spirit of its forger residing within it... It was a kind and gentle fire, but kindness and gentleness did not mean weakness. That fire contained the power to burn mountains and boil seas, and it would only burn fiercely to protect the weak.

Along the way, the spear and Kleist saw the 512 corpses together. The spirit within the spear was filled with rage, and it shared its power with Kleist.

Haber's deflecting shield shattered instantly, and the spear shattered his head in a flash, gushing blood scattering like fireworks.

Kleist laughed heartily.

Giles let out a sarcastic laugh. Habur, that idiot, dared to overtake him and try to seize the elixir before him, only to meet such an ugly and laughable death at the hands of a slave woman.

However, he wasn't entirely useless; he at least delayed the woman for a moment, allowing Giles to seize the opportunity and catch up more closely.

Giles stepped over Habul's corpse. The silver vines on Habul's back were captured by the light spots around Giles, pulled off, and suspended in mid-air before shooting out and stabbing towards Kleist.

Kleist dodged the first spear, then the second, the third... Her movements were so light, but her stamina was gradually approaching its limit. Although the spear in her hand was powerful, each swing was also consuming Kleist's strength.

Finally, a silver vine struck Kleist head-on, crashing into the deflected shield from Macragge.

At the same time, Giles reached out his hand towards Kleist, and the shimmering light spots on the silver vines exploded, beginning to disintegrate the deflection shield on Kleist's body.

The amulet on Kleist's chest let out a mournful cry, and black smoke slowly rose from it, indicating that it had stopped operating due to overload.

Fortunately, the speed of the silver vine was also reduced, and Kleist managed to block it by swinging his spear.

The silver vines behind Giles spread out like octopus tentacles, stabbing at Kleist from all directions.

Kleist took a deep breath, and his spear instantly transformed into a series of afterimages, colliding with the silver vines, the clanging sound echoing across the red sand.

She pushed the wheelchair backward, her breathing becoming increasingly labored.

Then, a cold smile crept across Kleist's lips as Zhou Yun's voice entered her mind through a thought link.

That was enough. Almost without hesitation, Kleist kicked the wheelchair with his calf, now replaced by a blade, sending the wheelchair and the man inside flying to the left, towards the coastal cliffs beside the red sand.

Then, Kleist moved swiftly and fled in the opposite direction.

Giles screamed and immediately abandoned his pursuit of Kleist, instead lunging at the wheelchair that was flying toward the cliff.

Panacea! Panacea! Panacea!

Silver vines extended from behind Giles, grabbed the wheelchair, and caught the burned man who was about to fall off the cliff.

At the same time, the other high-ranking riders, their faces filled with greed, also caught up, panting as they looked at the burned man in front of Giles.

"Get out of my way! You bunch of rebellious fools! This is mine! My panacea!"

Giles berated the other high-ranking riders and pulled the wheelchair toward himself.

Baby, baby, a panacea!

"Why?"

Giles noticed that the burned man in the wheelchair was staring at him blankly, his eyes devoid of any intelligence, only empty and dull, like...like...like a puppet that had been separated from its master's control.

"Aba aba aba..." the burned man murmured blankly, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the ground.

Is this... Zhou Yun?

The thought popped into Giles's mind.

Just then, the burned man's eyes lit up.

It wasn't a metaphor; his eyes truly shone, a deep blue light gleaming within them.

The psionic energy that Zhou Yun had buried in the doll's head went out of control. "Aaaaaaahh ...

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" Giles covered his face. Just now, the blue light tore through the deflection shield and burned his face, leaving an ugly burn on his face and half of his shoulder, making him grimace in pain.

He has been injected with painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs, which have barely suppressed the pain and worsening of the wound, but he still needs to hurry back to the city of Anite for treatment... Those blue lights, that damned witchcraft, did not disappear directly, but instead clung to his wound, gnawing at it like a malignant tumor, destroying his cells.

Giles was unaware that this was a psionic technique from the Prospero Bright Feather School, a biochemical psionic spell that used psionic energy as a virus to erode cells. Zhou Yun had hidden it in the doll's head and remotely triggered its activation, infecting Giles.

All Giles knew was that if he didn't return to the city of Anite and be healed by the healing device left over from the First Kingdom era, this thing might really kill him.

At this moment, an awkward and somber atmosphere pervaded even among the high-level riders.

None of them obtained the elixir, and the gladiator named Zhou Yun had fled to an unknown place.

Thus, hierarchy and loyalty returned to the high-ranking riders, who followed Giles with fawning expressions.

Giles glared angrily at the faces of the high-ranking riders.

These idiots, bastards, traitors.

He hadn't forgotten how they'd looked just now. They'd betrayed Giles. How could they be so foolish? Didn't they see Giles's broad chin? Didn't they feel the majesty that came with Giles's noble and pure bloodline?

On the contrary, those gladiator slaves knew how to run away and were afraid of him; they were actually quite clever.

That's good, they've all run away, and the city of Deshya can now be brought under his rule.

It's a pity about that panacea. Giles needs the panacea, but for some reason, all the children he and his sister had died within a few months of birth.

He needed a panacea to save his child's life, and he knew it was possible.

Because of Dicia's predecessor, Supra's father had faced a similar situation to Giles, and all of Supra's father's children died young.

Supra survived because her father injected her with a panacea at birth.

"Huh?" Giles looked up, somewhat bewildered, at the city of Anet that appeared not far away.

The walls of Anet... something seems a bit strange...

Blood red.

On the towering city walls of Anet, built of yellowish-brown sandstone, are long, blood-red stripes.

It looked like someone had thrown red paint down from a high wall...

Moreover, there seemed to be something piled up beneath the city wall.

And on the city walls, the wives, children, and elders of the original two thousand-plus high-ranking riders have dwindled, leaving only a few hundred figures standing upright atop the high walls...

"Aaaaaaah!!!" A scream rang out from a high-ranking rider. One rider, clutching his binoculars, pointed terrifiedly at the city of Anite. "Corpses, corpses, my child, my wife...!"

Nonsense! Giles had absolutely no idea what that idiot was yelling about.

But his unease made him and the other high-level riders quicken their pace.

Then they saw it clearly.

Corpses, thousands of corpses piled up on the walls of Anet. The fat, white corpses were thrown down from the walls, their blood-stained bodies drawing long, scarlet lines on the walls.

Those were the wives, children, fathers, and mothers of the high-ranking riders. On the city wall, hundreds of the riders' families were writhing as iron bars pierced their bodies, holding them upright on the wall. They struggled in agony, their entrails spilling out from their ripped stomachs.

If they were to count them, they would find that there are 513 pierced bodies standing on the wall.

There was only one more body than the free men they had impaled by the roadside.

Among the writhing, pierced victims, Zhou Yun, bearing burn scars, sat in a wheelchair, with Angron standing behind him, looking down at the high-ranking riders.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

This is retaliation in kind, and it is justice itself.

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