Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0051 Arena? Altar?

Zhou Yun was multitasking, his will split into two: one part was used to teach Guilliman, and the other remained in Nutheria.

His gaze fell upon the dark cave, where gladiators huddled together. Kleist spat, and the saliva landed at the feet of the steel-clad figure.

The "body of steel" is not a metaphor; it truly refers to clumps of moving steel, with limbs extending from streamlined bodies that appear to be made of liquid metal. They wield spikes that flicker with electricity and speak the voices of their masters, driving the gladiators through the tunnel.

That's... some kind of armed AI? It seems to possess a certain level of intelligence...

Damn it, Nutheria, how come they even have this thing?

Nutheria's technology is too bizarre. This world doesn't even have a single satellite, yet it possesses anesthetics capable of stunning Primarchs, these armed androids, and force field generation devices that cover the entire arena...

Zhou Yun really wanted to go up and touch those armed machines so that he could use his innate psionic talent as an archaeologist to figure out where they came from and understand the origins of Nuseria's abnormal technology.

No, not here.

The current veil is still quite thick, and Zhou Yun's body has not yet crossed the realm to establish a stable connection with the subspace and truly awaken his psionic talent... While he was in the cave, he kept trying to find an opportunity to break through the realm, but the subspace in the cave was too thick and not easy to do.

If Zhou Yunchun relied on her physical abilities to get close, she would probably be easily taken down by this armed AI.

"Damn it, Zhou Yun, Yochuka, something's not right. When you two get on stage, stick close to us. Don't go charging in like idiots." Kleist said to Zhou Yun and another rookie gladiator.

There were eight gladiators being herded by the armed omnics. Besides Zhou Yun, there were Angron, Kleist, the spearman Leon, and Yochuka, who was holding a sword and shield and looked very nervous...

"Who knows what kind of crazy ideas these bastards are up to this time?" Léon the Spearman complained.

Those high-ranking riders always find ways to toy with gladiators. Cleisthenes, who stands next to Zhou Yun, is one such example. Her legs were forcibly sawed off and replaced with two sharp spears equipped with anti-gravity devices, just to make her killings more interesting.

Young Yochuka nodded nervously; like Zhou Yun, he had only ever participated in one gladiatorial combat.

However, Zhou Yun won a red line for himself in the previous match, symbolizing triumph and victory.

Yochuca nearly died in the arena, earning only a black line, symbolizing a defeat.

In fact, if Angron's power hadn't absorbed his pain, he might already be dead.

"I will do my best to protect you." Angron, who was walking at the front, said to his brothers and sisters behind him in a deep voice. His words seemed to have a comforting magic, and Yochuka did relax a little.

"Big guy, we trust you the most," Claythius said with a grin. "I'd feel even more at ease if Old Bear were here too."

Onomamus the Bear, the elderly gladiator, one of the two pillars of all gladiators, is resolute, steady, and reliable. In a sense, he is the foster father of many gladiators, including Angron.

The other pillar of support was Angron. Zhou Yun's gaze fell on Angron, who was over two meters tall. To others, Angron was already considered a giant, but only Zhou Yun knew that Angron had not yet truly grown to the height a Primarch should have.

He is now completely different from the future Khorne Primarch, who was insane, bloodthirsty, and respawned every eight days.

In the hearts of all gladiators, Angron was that gentle elder brother. He was invincible in the arena and sincerely regarded all gladiators as his own flesh and blood outside the arena. He possessed a unique power that seemed to be able to feel and absorb the pain of those around him, soothing and comforting the gladiators' minds.

"Zhou Yun? Brother, are you alright?" Anglong looked at Zhou Yun with a hint of worry: "You seem to have been in a lot of pain."

Of course, because I was sitting on the golden toilet and experiencing its super suction power.

A small portion of Zhou Yun's will remained on the Golden Throne, used to anchor Prospero's coordinates and to search for a new body to enter.

This allowed Zhou Yun to still feel the burning pain from the Golden Throne, diluted countless times.

That pain might be extreme torture for ordinary people, but for Zhou Yun, who had personally sat on the Golden Throne, it was already quite normal.

But what Zhou Yun said was, "I'm not quite used to it here yet."

Anglong nodded slightly and patted Zhou Yun on the back with his large hand.

"Don't be afraid. Onomamus told me you have extraordinary martial skills. He has a keen eye for people. You will be victorious in this arena."

"If you're really feeling scared, then hide behind me today."

As he spoke, Angron looked at another young gladiator.

"Yochuka, you too. If you can't fight, let me protect you."

"Brothers, there's no need to be afraid. Just muster your courage, swing your spears, and kill the enemy. It's that simple," said Leon the spearman with a grin.

Angron smiled, patted Zhou Yun and Yochuka on the shoulder, indicating that they didn't need to pay attention to Leon's words.

Zhou Yun looked at Angron...blood...nails...the scene he had seen in his premonition flashed through his mind.

Not long ago, in a prophecy, he personally witnessed Angron being nailed to the Butcher's Nail.

This gentle and benevolent gladiator elder brother, this extraordinary Primarch created by the Emperor, this warrior who could sense the pain of others, will be destroyed by those horrific nails... ultimately becoming a bloodthirsty monster.

No, that won't happen. He came here to change all of this.

Just then, bright light shone down from the end of the corridor, as bright as fire. Several gladiators couldn't help but let out a battle cry. The lancer Leon was one of them, and Yochuca followed suit.

They were driven into the arena by the omnics, driven into the light.

The sand was baked red-hot by the scorching sun, and heat waves rose from the cracks in the red bricks. When the gladiators appeared, cheers instantly erupted, pressing down on them from the high platform. Several gladiators were infected by the cheers and pounded their chests.

Zhou Yun's gaze remained fixed on Anglong; he was still observing him.

He discovered that Angron was also somewhat excited; he seemed to really enjoy the cheers. It was as if he could sense not only the pain of others but also their joy.

Zhou Yun and his companions were already lined up and waiting. They were still horned beastmen, but strangely, they were gathered together, staring blankly at Zhou Yun and his group.

This is strange; beastmen are not such orderly creatures.

"Something's not right..." Zhou Yun heard Anglong mutter.

However, at that moment, those beastmen, wielding crude weapons, began to charge towards Zhou Yun and his companions.

"Screamer!" Kleist cursed in the Beastman's swear words, followed by the sound of a blade slicing through the air.

It is said that high-ranking riders called Cleisthenes a flying poem, and their metaphor is quite accurate.

Cleisthenes was so light and graceful, like a line of poetry slicing through the air. As soon as the anti-gravity device on her sharp spears was activated, she pierced out like a bird. Her blades cut through the air, and her legs swept across, slicing open the throats of two beastmen.

Léon the spearman, impatient, let out a battle cry and charged after Cleisthenes, his spear piercing the chest of a beastman.

These beastmen are stupid; all they do is charge forward...

The other gladiators also stepped onto the battlefield, and even Yochuka mustered his courage and charged out alongside Angron.

Angron was the most terrifying one on the battlefield; when he charged into the midst of the beastmen, a wave of flesh and bone was unleashed.

Wild beasts and men fell, the red sand drank its fill of blood, the breeze carried their mournful howls, and the audience cheered and rejoiced in approval...

Only Zhou Yun remained still.

The curtain is indeed very thin... Why is the curtain of this arena so thin? Could it be that this place is essentially an altar? Dedicated to someone...?

Ok?

Suddenly, Zhou Yun smelled a familiar scent—the scent of ozone…

That was the scent he always detected when using his psychic powers; it was a common psychic phenomenon. Besides that, there was also...

Cold, a chilling aura emanated from the depths of the beastmen's ranks, freezing the sand drifting in the air into frost, congealing the blood on the ground into red ice, and the smell of ozone swept in like a tidal wave.

Angron tore through the beastmen's formation, and the opening allowed him and Zhou Yun to see what was hidden deep within the beastmen's ranks.

She was a woman who was as thin as a rake... No, saying she was one is not quite accurate. She was a twin, but they were connected back to back, as if they shared a single spine.

The conjoined twins had disheveled hair on both heads, their mouths agape revealing corroded and rotten teeth, and their eyes wide open, flashing with madness and psionic sparks.

"Witch!!!" Léon the spearman screamed in alarm as his body flew into the air.