Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 85: Dark Age Creatures That Could Make Nurgle Depressed

Chapter 86: Dark Age Creatures That Could Make Nurgle Depressed

The smell of blood lingered in the air, and mangled corpses littered the ground.

The young guard, with a broken leg, lay on the ground groaning, in pain, repenting, regretting, and cursing.

He knelt before Angron, hurling insults at Supra, at Lasita, and even at his own parents and his own bloodline.

Angron could sense his pain.

But this will not make him hesitate or give him unnecessary mercy.

On the contrary, Anglon knew clearly:

Compared to the gladiators' suffering, the pain of this high-ranking rider's guard was insignificant.

"What you are suffering from is nothing more than what we experience every day."

"What you enjoy is all because of our suffering."

"I will not forgive you, because you have never forgiven us."

Angron raised the axe, which had been deformed by his strength.

"This is war, this is a riot, this is the violent act of gladiators destroying high-ranking riders."

As the axe fell, the high-ranking rider's bodyguard exploded into a cloud of blood.

This is the fifth wave of royal guards they have wiped out.

As planned, the Royal Guard quickly fell apart after they wiped out the troops led by the Royal Guard General.

Those guards who still obeyed orders and rushed to First Avenue were in small groups of three or five, and they were defeated one by one.

The only thing that Anglo regretted was that the woman escaped.

It's hard to imagine that the general of the personal guard could barely keep up with his speed.

Even after a drug was pumped into her body through an implant in her spine, she miraculously survived a blow from Angron's axe and seized the opportunity to flee in panic.

But Zhou Yun said in the thought link that it didn't matter, it was expected anyway, and someone who could become a general in Supra's personal guard must have some skills.

He told Anglon to leave it alone and proceed with the plan.

"Big guy! The city gate!" Kleist shouted excitedly.

The gates of Nuseria had been opened as planned by the forces led by Onomamus, and the cool desert wind blew in, revealing a vast and free world behind the narrow doorway.

The gladiators cheered and raised their weapons, even those who were seriously injured.

No one fell, no one died; everyone survived as they had sworn, and the winds of freedom will blow.

No.

There is one more person.

"Big guy." Kleist stood before the city gate, letting the wind blow across her face, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips. "You take them away."

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"...What do you want to do?" Angron exhaled deeply.

"My mother is a devout woman."

Kleist gently brushed away the wind-blown strands of her hair and said softly, "But the god she worships is not the war god of Nuseria, and may not even be any god in this world."

She said that she had a dream the night before she gave birth to me, in which she saw a ray of golden sunlight. The sunlight was so warm and beautiful that she could never forget it.

"Later, I also saw that light. On the night my mother passed away, when I was crying very sadly, I saw a ray of golden sunlight sweep through my hair in a half-dream state, as if it was comforting me."

"My mother believed it was a god and spent her whole life searching for him... She didn't find him, but now I have."

"I want to go to his side."

Angron looked at his sister.

Behind me was the scorching red sand, and in front of me was the free breeze.

Then, a final, hate-filled roar rang out.

The sword, fueled by hatred, fell heavily, burning away the last traces left by the dead gladiators.

The force field shield shattered with a crash, the silver vines snapped one by one, and the flaming sword fell upon the chief high-ranking rider.

Supra plummeted from the sky, his body engulfed in flames.

The molten gold giant took a step forward, but the skeleton that supported this psionic entity was no longer there.

The connection of the "Sacrament" has reached its limit; the gladiators have all fled Daisia ​​and ventured into the vast wasteland.

Then, the giant of molten gold dissipated, and Zhou Yun also fell from the sky, landing on the ground full of broken red bricks.

Supra screamed and howled. Even with the protection of the force field shield and the silver vines, and even though he slowed down his time with the gravity field when the sword fell, thus delaying the damage, the sword still almost sliced ​​off half of his body.

The sword sliced ​​off his shoulder, an arm, half of his pelvis, and half of his thigh from his right shoulder. If it weren't for the four remaining silver vines supporting him, he would have collapsed on the red sand and been waiting to die.

Death was so close, the remaining psionic flames were still rapidly consuming Supra's body.

With a snap, one of the silver vines lifted up, its tip opening like a petal, revealing the medicine inside.

Panacea.

Treasures from the First Kingdom era.

This drug can cure almost all forms of injury, disease, and toxins, granting users an almost miraculous self-healing ability in a short period of time, and permanently strengthening their bodies and enhancing their basic self-healing abilities.

In fact, if Supera hadn't been injected with a panacea at birth and been enhanced by it, he would have died from that sword strike.

The panacea was injected into his body.

Supra's flesh and blood were recovering at a visible rate.

"You should be proud, Zhou Yun."

Supra smiled from the bottom of his heart, and the silver vine supported him as he walked toward Zhou Yun.

"Even within the Talka family, there are only a handful of panaceas left."

"You've successfully made me use up one of my shots."

I'll probably never be able to forget you.

He saw Zhou Yun's body clearly.

That force from reality clearly also hurt Zhou Yun himself.

Half of his body was covered in horrifying cracks, revealing the white bones clearly, and hot air was constantly emanating from them.

In this state, he would probably have fainted from the pain long ago. What a pity...

Supra shook his head slightly because Zhou Yun hadn't heard his last words.

If he could still speak, if he was still conscious, perhaps I would recruit him.

Even if he was just a slave...

No, he is not a slave, he is a warrior.

Supra thought to himself as he approached Zhou Yun.

He would never recruit Zhou Yun, Supra finally became certain of.

He respected Zhou Yun, but he also feared him.

If Zhou Yun were to live, that would be a terrible thing.

Then, Yin Teng revealed his sharp blade and aimed it at Zhou Yun's neck.

He wanted to take his life, cut off his head, and offer it to the god of war.

He smelled sulfur again, and his neck hurt.

Supra saw Zhou Yun raise his head, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

An invisible blade shot from his fingertips, slicing across Supra's neck and severing his head.

Silvervine grabbed Super's head, preventing it from flying off.

Flesh buds grew from the severed part of his neck, connecting to his head, and in an instant, his head and neck were reattached.

"I give up." Supra stepped back slightly, putting some distance between himself and Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun stood up. Despite his severe injuries, his expression remained calm.

"A panacea?" he asked.

"Yes, a panacea." Supra nodded.

"I give up too," Zhou Yun sighed helplessly.

His own spiritual energy was completely depleted, and his body was also severely injured. He was only able to stand up because of Zhou Yun's willpower, which had been tempered by the Golden Throne.

However, some of the spiritual energy derived from faith remains.

He had originally planned to wait for Supra to finish him off before he suddenly attacked Supra.

But unexpectedly, Nutheria actually possessed a panacea...

There's a saying that perfectly describes this relic from the dark age of technology: This thing can make Nurgle depressed.

"You can still cast spells?" Supra asked.

"Yes, I still have some psionic energy left." Zhou Yun's throat moved slightly, and the smell of ozone began to fill the surrounding air.

He planned to pounce on Supra and then detonate his psychic energy.

If we're lucky, we might be able to blast Supera into the warp.

Even if Supra still possessed the healing power of the panacea, entering the subspace would only prolong the time until his death.

"I have four silver vines left, but I estimate they can only run for a little longer."

Supra said to himself.

He saw Zhou Yun take a step forward and noticed Zhou Yun's gaze.

"There's even a way to kill me?" Supra's voice was filled with genuine admiration.

"right."

Zhou Yun almost smashed into Supra.

His body was already very difficult to move, and he could only push forward by relying on his psychic energy.

Supera bypassed the four silver vines that blocked his way, and Zhou Yun swung his arm down suddenly, his psionic blade slicing towards the silver vines.

A metallic clanging sound rang out, and one of the silver vines twitched a few times before collapsing on its own.

Clearly, the silver vine had run out of energy and was completely paralyzed after taking a spiritual energy blade from Zhou Yun.

Supra manipulated a silver vine into a blade and stabbed at Zhou Yun, but as only two defensive silver vines remained, his eyes were exposed to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun's pupils suddenly contracted, and a sharp, piercing pain surged into Supra's will.

Since physical injuries can be healed by a panacea, let's try mental ones.

The intense pain caused Supra to sway, but he managed to stay upright, though the two silver vines missed their mark.

Zhou Yun reached out and grabbed Supra's face. Supra completely abandoned his defense, and the last silver vine pierced towards Zhou Yun's head.

A lean, muscular arm with prominent veins suddenly grabbed Supra, pulling him backward and creating a distance of several meters between him and Zhou Yun.

"Lasita," Supra called softly.

A woman nearly two meters tall, with brownish-red skin, a ferocious face, and a severed arm that was still bleeding profusely, hugged Supra with one hand and backed away, glaring at Zhou Yun with resentment.

"Looks like I'm lucky," Supera laughed.

Around ten guards equipped with silver vines began to cautiously surround them.

This was clearly the last of Lasita's personal guards he could muster at this moment.

But apart from a few guards, the high-ranking riders who had been hiding in their own residences also emerged.

"You lowly slave! How dare you harm our Great Khan!"

"My lord! Your loyal high-ranking rider has come to your rescue!"

"Protect the King! Protect the King!"

"You see, they don't have the guts to offer help in times of need, but they certainly have the guts to add flowers to brocade," Supra said softly to Zhou Yun as Lasita held him tightly.

But before Super's voice could even finish, nearby high-ranking riders let out cries of agony.

A heavy object fell to the ground, red sand billowed, and a rough brass block, barely recognizable as an axe, landed between Zhou Yun and Supra.

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