Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 84 Teacher, you've got one thing right.

Chapter 85 Teacher, you've put me in a bit of a test.

"Now, we have a blood feud," Supra said to Zhou Yun.

The body of the high-ranking rider guard whose head had been severed by Zhou Yun's psionic blade lay behind him.

Zhou Yun didn't understand what he was talking about.

Hasn't the blood feud already existed?

He launched the "Sacrament" on the back of that hatred, using the brotherhood between gladiators as his body and the remains of fallen gladiators as his armor, thus transforming into this psionic entity.

Each fallen gladiator whispers in his mind, expressing their hatred for the high-ranking riders and their thirst for revenge.

Anger became pure through repeated tempering, and was forged into hatred in death. Hatred transformed into a sword, and revenge into a blade, becoming the longsword in Zhou Yun's hand.

He is standing here because of a blood feud.

The sword slashed towards Daisy's High Lord, and towards the chief high-ranking rider.

He wasn't hurt.

The closer the sword got to him, the heavier it became, the slower it moved, and the shorter it appeared.

No matter how Zhou Yun wielded the sword, he couldn't touch Supra.

It must be a creation left over from the First Kingdom period.

How does it work?

Is it some kind of anti-subspace means?

"Did you see that?"

"This is the power that we, with our noble blood, have inherited."

Supera opened his arms, and the silver vines trembled gently beside him, releasing a kind of power invisible to the naked eye.

"Our ancestor Tarka I was a prince of the First Kingdom. He conquered billions of stars and descended upon Nuseria on eighty-eight suns. In the name of the god of war, he opened the sacred treasury and brought this incredible creation to the world."

"You taught me about war, and I studied diligently."

"And I will return the favor by teaching you the price of resistance, so that you will know what happens when a slave rebels against his master." "What? What is that?" Zhou Yun frowned amidst the molten gold giant.

What prince of the First Kingdom? What conqueror of billions of star gods? What descended upon Nuseria on eighty-eight suns?

"No, wasn't Talka a slave?"

"He was captured by the weapons manufacturing company behind Nutheria and thrown into Nutheria to play the Hunger Games. After the weapons manufacturing company went bankrupt, he just happened to open one of their armories."

This was something Zhou Yun witnessed firsthand thanks to his innate spiritual ability as an archaeologist, the "language of ancient artifacts."

"The prince of the First Kingdom, conquering billions of stars, riding on eighty-eight suns... What kind of childish nonsense is this?"

"In this dark age of technology, where the hell did this prince come from?"

The air was silent for a second. Zhou Yun's voice, amplified by psionic energy, was heard by every high-ranking rider in the Eighth District.

"How dare you insult my ancestors? Insult the glorious Tarka I?" After a moment of silence, Supra roared as he questioned him.

An invisible force suddenly pressed down on Zhou Yun, causing the molten gold giant's body to stagger back several steps.

"Do you know the manifest destiny of our Talka family? You lowly, narrow-minded slave, don't you even know what you're rebelling against?"

"We will eventually return to the galaxy, conquer the galaxy, and restore the glory of the First Kingdom!"

"You slave, what do you know?"

The unseen attacks are still coming.

When Zhou Yun was hit by that attack, he felt some kind of invisible, enormous force pressing down on him.

"I hope you can still say this when you meet a golden giant who is radiant with golden light, has a thousand faces, can practically pluck the sun, moon, and stars from the sky, and is surrounded by a bunch of big guys."

Zhou Yun dodged the unseen attack by relying on his premonition... He was quite certain that it wasn't psionic energy, but some kind of technological means.

If his psionic attacks don't work on Supra...

With a cleaver of rage, Zhou Yun cleaved down, and a tower snapped in two, crashing down on Supra with his power.

Supera dismissed it with disdain.

The tower slowed down and shrank rapidly as it approached, becoming completely out of his reach.

Supra suddenly waved his hand, and the tower crashed back down on Zhou Yun, quickly returning to its original size.

Zhou Yun brandished his sharp blade and severed the tower.

"Did you see that?"

Supra took a step forward, his body hovering in mid-air.

"This is the difference between you and us."

"You gladiators may be able to stir up resistance with some tricks and our contempt, but you don't understand real power and you can't really succeed."

"My personal guard general, Lasita, must have caught up with your fleeing comrades and begun a bloody massacre by now. Don't argue, in military matters, no one can match Lasita."

"Moreover, your minds and shallow understanding are insufficient to comprehend the true nature of our power..."

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"It's gravity; it's a technology for manipulating gravity."

"Macurag," Robert Guilliman chuckled softly from behind the mirror, "very imaginative technology, teacher. I'm starting to admire you. I thought you didn't understand physics."

"You really stumped me; it took me a second or two to figure it out."

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Neither the sword nor the tower actually slowed down or shortened.

"He created a gravitational field around himself. The essence of gravity is the distortion of spacetime. The stronger the gravity, the slower time goes. You and Supera are not in the same frame of reference, so in your eyes the sword and the tower look slower and smaller."

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"..." Zhou Yun, sitting in the classroom, remained expressionless, but in reality, he didn't understand at all.

What is gravity? What is the distortion of spacetime? What is a frame of reference?

What?! I don't understand!

But he relayed it to Supra word for word.

"...What?" Supra also looked confused and bewildered.

"Illiterate," Zhou Yun said with a mocking smile. "Even if someone is stupid, how can they not understand this?"

Zhou Yun finally understood.

It turns out that Supra himself didn't understand the principles behind the technology; he was simply using it.

But for Zhou Yun, all he needed to know was that gravity was the key.

The techniques of the Falcon School, or rather the Telekinesis School, incorporate the manipulation of gravity.

Although it's far less exquisite than the relic from the dark age of technology in Supra's possession, but...

The longsword, burning with flames, was swung out once more, slashing towards Lord Supra.

Supra remains the driving force behind that ancient relic from the First Kingdom.

But this time, the sword neither slowed down nor shortened...

Supra's body, which had been suspended in mid-air, suddenly plummeted to the ground, the sharp blade pressing him hard into the red brick street.

The silver vines unfurled a force field shield shimmering with a ghostly blue light, trembling as they blocked the sword strike. Several silver vines shattered and disintegrated. Supra stared in shock at the giant sword that had been barely blocked.

Zhou Yun's manipulation of gravity using the Falcon School's psionic techniques was indeed not as sophisticated as the relics from the Dark Ages of Superna.

But he's very strong.

No matter how skillful or ingenious, it all comes down to sheer force.

He now possesses the combined psionic power of all the gladiators, along with the warp energy accumulated beneath the veil, so powerful that even his own cells are being killed by the overflowing psionic energy.

Once he understands that it is due to gravity, he can use this pure and powerful spiritual energy to forcibly smooth out the gravitational field distorted by the creations of the dark technology era.

Then, the sword, held high, slashed down heavily.

The sharp blade slammed heavily onto the force field shield supported by the Suprana silver vines, and several more silver vines shattered.

Supra's breathing became rapid. He watched as the azure force field shield trembled with each fall of Zhou Yun's longsword, and saw the hateful gladiator ghosts emerge in the fire, lunging at the force field shield, eager to tear him apart.

War, slaughter, bloodshed...

He could smell the sulfur again.

He detonated the force field shield, and the azure energy fluctuations instantly deflected Zhou Yun's slashing blade, causing it to fall to his side.

Before the blade hit the ground, he spread out the silver vines like spider legs, using them as a vehicle to dodge at an abnormally high speed.

He applied a gravitational field to himself to accelerate his own time.

This method of use is very dangerous; it can accelerate the aging of one's own cells and increase the possibility of genetic mutations.

But Supra no longer cared about any of that at that moment.

He felt his blood slightly burning; this near-death battle had stirred his nerves, and he even felt a strange excitement, his thoughts becoming faster.

Perhaps this is what is meant by the blessing of war.

"I understand." Supra looked at Zhou Yun's body, which was noticeably dimmer and more listless than before. "You can't stay like this forever, otherwise you would have already fought your way out of the arena."

"That energy that was originally intended for us high-ranking riders, you stole it, didn't you?"

"This giant was created using that energy, and it will collapse once that energy is depleted."

Supra, panting heavily, smiled and said to Zhou Yun.

Super was right.

And that's not all.

This psionic entity consists of three parts: Zhou Yun's own psionic energy, the gladiators' psionic energy, and the psionic energy accumulated outside the arena.

These three are indispensable... and as the gladiators drift further and further away from him, the bond between them and him weakens.

In reality, once the gladiators escaped from Dysia, this psionic entity would inevitably collapse due to the disruption of the "Sacrament" connection.

The moment they escaped was the moment Zhou Yun's body died.

This was the safest solution Robert Guilliman came up with after realizing that Zhou Yun was the only one who could be sacrificed.

The most comprehensive plan.

The only thing that made Zhou Yun feel a little guilty was that he had deceived Anglong.

On the night before the uprising began, Zhou Yun gave Anglong one last assurance.

This operation was by no means based on his self-sacrifice.

Anglong demanded that Zhou Yun swear an oath, an oath that they would definitely bask in the winds of freedom together.

To break a vow is to betray.

But Angron underestimated Zhou Yun, who had transmigrated into one of the four greatest swindlers in the galaxy.

He only vowed to bask in the winds of freedom together, but he didn't say it was this time.

One day, he will return to Nutheria.

Then, he, free, Angron, and his free gladiator brothers will all bask in the winds of liberated Nutheria.

...Angron will probably be furious, and might even hate him, but with Onomamus around, there's no need to worry too much.

Before the city gates of Diya.

Onomamus slit the throat of the high-ranking knight guarding the city and threw the head, which was covered in silver chains, to the ground.

The troops composed of free people looked at them in fear, not daring to make the slightest move.

Just as Zhou Yun predicted, as long as a few high-ranking riders were beheaded, the free people would not risk their lives for them.

Yochuca, Leon the spearman... many gladiators cheered for this moment, and they rushed out of the city gate together.

But Onomamus paused for a moment, turning back to look in the direction of District 8.

It's gotten smaller.

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The storm raging in the sky had noticeably subsided, especially after the gladiators rushed out of the city gates.

Almost instantly, Onomamus understood what Zhou Yun was thinking.

"Old Zhou, you fucking bastard!!!" Onomamus cursed.