Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 135 You Will Become My Curse, Pointing to Demons and Evil Gods

Led by Tatius, Zhou Yun stepped through the iron gate extending from the sewer.

The room was dark and gloomy, with the lantern in Tatius's hand being the only light. Its orange-yellow light dispelled the darkness and swept across the thirty-one stone platforms in the room. On each platform lay a shriveled corpse, and on each face was an expression of painful struggle.

"These are the thirty believers who carried Simonetta's body back to this sewer. Each of them died from the extreme pain of the impact six minutes after touching Simonetta's body."

Zhou Yun looked at the corpses. Even though they were shriveled, the pain on their faces was still clearly visible. But in addition to the pain, there were traces of another emotion on the faces of these corpses.

Hatred.

Each corpse struggled to stretch its arms toward the sky, as if trying to tear apart the hidden mastermind, and to seek revenge against the demons and dark prince lurking beneath the dimensions of reality.

"I've thought that maybe we should bury them, let them rest in peace."

Tatius shook his head. "But then I realized, how can one enter the tenth if the hatred hasn't subsided?"

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The old man's eyes were filled with tears, which shimmered with an orange-yellow light.

There was sadness, there was pain, and there was hatred just like that of those corpses.

Tatius took a deep breath and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "I'm so sorry that I'm still so vulnerable at a time like this. I hope you can forgive me."

"Just thinking of the believers who sacrificed themselves, of Simeneta who suffered so much, of the high priests of the past who endured the same pain as me, of those agonizing nights of the past decades, of my poor Tacitus, I... I hate it."

"I truly yearn to exact revenge in my generation."

Zhou Yun placed his hand on the old man's shoulder. He understood the old man's sorrow and how unattainable the revenge the old man craved was.

They could destroy many Slaanesh demons, they could destroy all the Slaanesh followers on this planet, but Slaanesh, the Dark Prince... that's too ambitious a goal.

"Someday," Zhou Yun said to the old man, "Someday."

He assured the old man of this.

This was not just encouragement; unlike the other three gods, Zhou Yun actually knew clues and opportunities to kill Slaanesh.

Inard, the Eldar god of death, and the sword of the old woman.

It is said that Death God Inard was the last member of the Eldar pantheon, a god yet to be born.

He will only be born in the infinite loop that houses the souls of the Eldar when the last Eldar is killed, bringing death to Slaanesh and completing the Eldar's revenge.

The Eldar were naturally unwilling to die in exchange for a chance for revenge, so a group of Eldar pinned their hopes on five divine weapons called the Old Woman's Sword, forming an organization called the Army of Death, attempting to gather those five divine weapons forged from the finger bones of the Old Woman Goddess Mori-Haeg, who controls souls and destiny.

Of course, it is well known that the Slaanesh and Eldar have a close relationship and are of the same lineage.

First of all, the first four swords of the old woman were indeed collected by the Death Army, and they even brought Inard into the world as a Death incarnation named Inkahn.

But the problem is, the fifth sword of the old woman... the fifth sword of the old woman is in Slaanesh's chambers, in Slaanesh's own hands.

To defeat Slaanesh, you must obtain the fifth Old Woman's Sword; to obtain the fifth Old Woman's Sword, you must defeat Slaanesh. It's incredibly difficult.

So, how powerful is the Death Army, which aims to kill Slaanesh, with Incahn, the incarnation of Death, and the four swords of the old woman?

The answer is that Azak, the chosen one of the Tzeentch Gods, the chief think tank of the Thousand Sons, the master of the Red Letter Network, and the one who loves to capture Eldar in the Web Path, was used as a speed bump.

Furthermore, if it weren't for the presence of the old prophet Eldrad, who had once befriended the Emperor, the Death Army would have suffered heavy losses.

There wasn't even a chance to get a speed boost.

It's better to hope that the Death Army will snatch the fifth Old Woman's Sword than to hope that the Laughing God Sigucci will win it back at the gambling table with Slaanesh.

However, it was precisely because of this strong connection, because the Spirit Race itself could not achieve it, that Zhou Yun felt that the Death God and the Old Woman's Sword were truly effective.

After all, if a prophecy can be easily fulfilled by the lowly Eldar, it is almost certainly a trap. The fact that the lowly Eldar cannot fulfill it only proves its value.

However, we'll have to wait for opportunities in the future.

now.

"Now, let them pay the interest first," Zhou Yun said to Tatius.

Tatius nodded heavily and led Zhou Yun to the central stone platform, where they looked at the withered, broad-skeletal corpse.

Those are the remains of Simeneta.

There was a knife wound on the neck of this corpse, severing the trachea and artery. Simeoneta had used this wound to commit suicide, banishing the Slaanesh demons possessing him back into the Warp, but...

Zhou Yun placed his hand on the corpse, sensing the power still contained within. Simeneta, in the chaotic era of the Old Night where the warp and reality were blurred, had endured so much faith; his body had long been consumed by the power of the warp.

The shaping process made Him a being that exists between two worlds.

Even though he is dead now, those powers have not dissipated and are still connected to Simeneta's spirit, able to form a passage between reality and the warp.

This is probably what the Slaanesh cultists wanted: to corrupt Simeneta's remains into a gateway to the Slaanesh realm, allowing the power of the Slaanesh realm to flow into reality.

But who says that this gate can only allow the power of Slaanesh to corrupt humanity, and not allow humanity to corrupt Slaanesh's territory in return?

Zhou Yun only needed to make one small change to reverse the effect of their entire ritual, creating an opportunity for the power on the Golden Throne to flow into the Slaanesh's domain, allowing him to have a dialogue with Simeneta.

Tatius's eyes widened as the lantern in his hand swayed on its own in the still ground. The light flickered a few times before suddenly going out, and darkness enveloped reality once more.

But in Tatius's eyes, everything before him did not turn to darkness; a light, invisible to the naked eye but perceptible to all, emanated from Zhou Yun.

It was a golden light, like a fleeting flame, mixed with prayers, like a torch standing in the void, burning fiercely and illuminating the void.

That was the faith that Zhou Yun had accumulated over these days, from the starlight idols of the Broken Lighthouse Temple, and from the free people of Dicia and Deshia above Nuseria.

Simeneta, also from the realm of Slaanesh...

Pain, sorrow, pity, bitterness, anger... Through the connection of faith, Zhou Yun, who placed his hand on Simeneta's body, could vaguely sense the emotions of the goddess.

However, the dominant emotion here is not the pain caused by the torment of Slaanesh, nor the sorrow caused by seeing people being humiliated.

It is hatred.

He looked upon the demons that tormented and corrupted humanity, upon the Sixth Ring that devoured souls, upon the depraved feasts, upon the proud and perfect phoenix that fell into an ugly serpent, upon the once glorious warrior that became a drug addict, upon the songs that contained human talent that were altered into tools for spreading corruption, upon... upon... upon the dark prince's palace deep within the Sixth Ring.

Torture, bullying, humiliation, mockery, ridicule—the Slaanesh demons tried to subdue Simoneta in a million ways. Thus, the sorrow in Simoneta's heart was worn away by each lash, the bitterness in her heart was severed as her nerves were ripped out, and the shame disappeared as her spine was broken.

Slaanesh's demons and followers always believed that pain could subdue anyone, corrupt anyone, and turn anyone into their slave.

But as Vulcan described the way of forging, some people break in the face of pain, some people regard pain as a blessing, but some people understand that pain is pain, pain is worthy of cursing, pain is worthy of disgust, and pain is even more worthy of resistance. In the process of being forged in the hammer, they are shaped, impurities are removed and essence is retained, and their bodies and souls are forged.

This was true for Simeoneta; it all burned her like fire, consuming everything she had ever possessed, leaving only hatred in the emptiness deep within her soul.

Kill them.

This was the last remaining prayer in Simeoneta's heart.

Kill them.

This was the only remaining desire in Simnetta's mind.

Kill Him.

This was Simonetta's final curse.

He murmured the name of "the cursed," believing that only those cursed by the gods could curse the gods.

So He prayed to the "cursed"...

Zhou Yun chose to respond to this faith, to respond to Simeneta.

A spark of faith surged toward Simeneta's remaining body, hidden among the withered muscles and organs, as Zhou Yun placed his fingers on Simeneta's forehead.

In Slaanesh's chambers, where nerves were extracted from her body and used by succubi to entertain the keepers of secrets, Simeneta suddenly felt a cold warmth.

He felt a hand placed on his forehead.

He couldn't help but raise his head slightly, and suddenly saw those gray, dark eyes with needles inserted into them.

A burning star torch stands at the center of the Milky Way, illuminating the entire galaxy in solitude.

A blazing torch rises from the shattered arena, vowing to replace the blood-stained sun.

They called Him the Star Torch.

They called Him the Liberator.

The demons feared His glorious name, His cold flames, and the light and heat born of vengeance; they dared only call Him by the name of the cursed.

Then Simeneta heard His voice.

That was a voice from reality, coming through her remains.

+I wish you well, Simoneta. +

I bless your remains, I bless your soul.

You will become my curse, a curse directed at demons and evil gods.

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