Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 129 The Liberator

In Zhou Yun and Robert's plan, the high-ranking riders would then attack the city and try to recapture Anite.

Now, the roles have reversed. The high-ranking riders will face the gladiators who hold the fortified city of Anet, and the rebellious free people. They will never be able to take the city.

The gladiators in the city have been liberated, and the First Kingdom relics of the high-ranking riders will soon lose their power supply; they will not last long before they are wiped out.

But as it turns out, both Zhou Yun and Robert overestimated the skill level of advanced riders.

Upon seeing the 513 pierced relatives and the mountain of corpses piled up below the city, the high-ranking riders broke down.

Of the more than a thousand high-ranking riders, only a very small number chose to charge towards Anet City; the majority of the rest scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing with cries of agony.

Angron swung his brass battle axe, which was now twisted beyond recognition, and smashed the head of a high-ranking rider who was trying to climb the city wall.

The dozens of high-ranking riders who attempted to storm the city of Anet were quickly slaughtered by the gladiators and freemen clinging to the city walls.

Angron placed his hand on Zhou Yun's shoulder and looked at the fat, high-ranking rider woman beside him, who was impaled on an iron bar and had already died.

"Have we achieved justice? Have we avenged ourselves?" Angron asked softly.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—this is revenge, and it is also the highest form of justice," Zhou Yun said to Angron, looking at the high-ranking riders, most of whom were already dead.

Zhou Yun does not support torture, much less cruel killing, but what is happening in Anite today is different.

This is revenge, this is slaughter, this is the first law inscribed on a stone tablet.

If someone kills another's father, that person will kill his father in return; if someone kills another's brother, that person will kill his brother in return. This is a morality that transcends all other moral principles; it is the supreme law engraved in the blood and soul of humankind, and it has long been ingrained in our very bones.

The 511 or 52 free men who died on the road were strangers to Zhou Yun, Angron, and every gladiator; they had no connection whatsoever with him.

Here, everything that happens in the city of Anet is not based on personal feelings, but on justice. The hatred and justice between the two classes must be interpreted through retaliation in kind.

“But this is not the end.” Angron said, gazing at the endless red sands of Nuseria. “You know what? The free people of Deshya told me that this red sand has drunk their blood, not just the five hundred and twelve, but many more, many more I haven’t seen.”

"Where is their justice? Who will avenge their hatred? Only we, only we who kill every high-ranking rider on this Red Sand, so that the Red Sand draws upon the blood of high-ranking riders as much as it draws upon the blood of free men and gladiators, can justice be proven."

"Yes, it won't be too late." Zhou Yun nodded and said to Anglong, "Now, let's go to the city of Anite and let the people here see you, let them know who brought justice and revenge."

So, Anglong pushed Zhou Yun's wheelchair step by step toward the foot of the city wall.

On the city wall, the free people and gladiators of Anite fell silent and stood up straight when they saw Angron and Zhou Yun. After Angron and Zhou Yun passed by them, they followed behind the two.

They descended the city walls and arrived at the wide streets of Anit. In the distance, the arena was ablaze, like a towering torch reaching the heavens, as if it wanted to burn even the blood-red sun that only shone on high-ranking riders to ashes.

The free people stood on the street, staring wide-eyed as Angron and Zhou Yun descended from the city walls.

Now, no free man has any doubts.

They all believed that Zhou Yun, Angron, the gladiators, and even they themselves could defeat the high-ranking riders and overthrow their rule.

They no longer need to be cowardly, they no longer need to be afraid. They can raise their heads and vent the hatred that has been buried in their hearts for generations.

Anglong moved forward step by step, while Zhou Yun leaned against his wheelchair, his eyes sweeping over the free people.

Faith is flowing, pointing to Zhou Yun's faith, pointing to Anglong's faith, pointing to revenge, pointing to freedom.

Both Anglong and Zhou Yun could sense it.

"The Liberator!!"

A free man with only one arm raised his remaining arm and cried out, his eyes filled with tears.

Was his arm severed by a high-ranking rider? Had he been tortured by a high-ranking rider? Zhou Yun didn't know, and neither did Anglong, but they understood.

They understood his feelings: the joy of revenge, the cheers of liberation.

Not only Zhou Yun and Anglong, but everyone in this city understands.

They have different experiences and have suffered different pains, but they share the same emotions and the same joys.

"Liberators!" they shouted, starting with the free men on the streets and gradually spreading throughout the city, "Liberators! Liberators!"

They began to surge toward Zhou Yun and Anglong, their fingers sweeping over Anglong's muscular physique and over Zhou Yun's burn-scarred skin. They wept with joy, they laughed loudly, their voices overwhelming everything, like a burning flame that ignited the entire city of Anite, turning it into a raging torch.

Burn, burn!

Outside the city, the high-ranking riders who were fleeing in panic also heard the deafening sound. They turned around in fear and looked towards the city of Anite.

Not only them, but also in the warp, in the highest heavens, the demons who had feasted on the blood of all living beings shrieked as they fled the flames rising from the Anite, listening to the sounds coming from the real universe.

"Liberators! Liberators! Liberators!!!"

At least on this day, the sun that shines on Anet is not the same sun that shines on the high-ranking riders.

In that brass realm filled with the smoke and stench of blood, loud laughter echoed through the heavens.

He was laughing wildly, He was joyful, He was delighted by the blood that was about to flow.

Whether it's for justice, for revenge, or for something else, it doesn't matter.

As long as the blood is flowing, that's all that matters.

A demon prince, once a mortal but elevated through bloodshed, shared in His joy.

He was His first chosen one, the first killer to be ascended to demonhood by His grace, and an ancient terror born on Terra, the home planet of humanity.

He was once a human, a destruction feared by millions during the first and second millennia of ancient Terra.

The hooves of horses that once ravaged the steppes and caliphates manifested on his legs; the scimitar that had severed countless skulls to offer to the Blood God transformed into horns across his head; his wolf-like face appeared in the smoke and fire; and blood-soaked fleshy wings unfurled behind him, a thousand…

A cloak made of skulls hung down behind him.

He gazed high in the sky at the red sand star called Nuseria, at the raging flames of rebellion.

He praised the courage of those mortals, and he would respond to them with his blood.

He burst into laughter, and the skull cloak behind him jingled.

On the night of the night, Zhou Yun reached out and turned off the alarm clock on the bedside table.

The alarm clock was a mechanical timepiece made by Vulcan himself, driven by finely crafted metal gears and inlaid with gemstones native to Nocturne, exquisite yet not extravagant.

Zhou Yun sat up in bed and put the clothes made of coarse fibers from the headboard over his dark gray skin.

In fact, Zhou Yun felt that it was unnecessary for Vulcan to make an alarm clock for him.

The sound of Vulcan's knocking would ring out precisely every day.

Recently, Zhou Yun has not returned to his original home, but has been living in the blacksmith shops of Vulcan and Enbel, learning forging techniques from them.

Enber is Vulcan's adoptive father. He was once the most skilled blacksmith in town and is now a gentle elder.

Zhou Yun waited for the sound of Vulcan striking the steel, but it never came.

He was a little confused. Did Vulcan also sleep in late?

Zhou Yun pushed open the door and went into the blacksmith shop.

En Bell had also woken up and was setting out breakfast on the small table by the stove. When she saw Zhou Yun, she nodded to him, indicating that he should sit down and eat.

"I cooked some barley porridge," Enbell said with a gentle smile.

Zhou Yun expressed his gratitude and sat down opposite Enbell.

It was supposed to be coarse wheat porridge, but considering that Zhou Yun was still growing, En "Bell" specially added marinated Shaoluoke meat to the porridge.

The Shorok is a common animal on the planet Nocturne, with a gentle and slow temperament, and looks like a mixture of a cow and a lizard.

The fire simmered the coarse barley until it became almost a paste, softening the tough shaurok meat and giving it a unique flavor.

"Uncle Bell, where's Vulcan? Did he leave so early?" Zhou Yun swallowed a mouthful of porridge, looked up, and asked curiously.

"Yes." Enbell smiled mysteriously and said, "He went to the Earth Shaman."

Earth Shamans are psionic beings on the planet Nocturne. These psionic beings awakened during the Old Night Era, but unlike their counterparts on other planets, they do not oppress other humans. Instead, the Earth Shamans use their talents to help the inhabitants of Nocturne avoid active geological changes, find stable settlements, and defend against ferocious beasts.

These shamans are said to be able to communicate with the earth and the Nocturne star, which reminded Zhou Yun of what he had sensed in the Deadfire Mountain.

It's difficult to extract psionic energy directly from the subspace on Nocturne. The vast majority of psionic energy must pass through Nocturne's underground, deep within its core... Zhou Yun could vaguely sense something there, intertwined with this world itself, constantly sleeping, dreaming, and absorbing...

The Soul of the World? Or something else entirely?

Just as Zhou Yun was pondering, Vulcan's heavy footsteps sounded at the entrance of the blacksmith shop. The giant, who was four or five meters tall, pushed open the door, walked into the blacksmith shop, and looked at Zhou Yun, who had just finished eating.

"Eat more breakfast, you're still growing," Vulcan said to Zhou Yun with a smile.

"I know, Uncle Bell added a lot of Salted Pork to my meat."

Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment, then said, "Vulcan, I want to forge weapons, or rather, I need to forge weapons."

Zhou Yun chose to frankly tell Vulcan his needs.

Vulcan paused for a moment, his fiery eyes fixed on Zhou Yun, seemingly trying to decipher Zhou Yun's words...

"Okay, but not this morning. You have to come with me now."

"I'm going to take you to see the Earth Shaman."

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