Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0044 The Storm of Blue and Gold

Cicero doesn't look too happy.

As Zhou Yun watched Cicero tumble and crawl past him, his face pale and terrified, he couldn't help but stroke his chin and think to himself.

What happened to him? He's so terrified...

As Zhou Yun pondered, he walked down the corridor of Marcus Guilliman's mansion, following the waiter's directions to the room where the so-called fortieth illegitimate son of Marcus was supposedly located.

"It's just ahead," the waiter said, pointing to a room at the end of the corridor.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly to the waiter and reached out to push the door open... Hmm? Zhou Yun suddenly stopped, raised his head, and looked through the pillars of the corridor towards the courtyard of the Marcus Guilliman family, and then towards a three- or four-story tower opposite the courtyard.

The hunting instincts that Zhou Yun possessed made him aware of a gaze coming from the tower.

The windows on the tower were open, and a blurry, short figure could be vaguely seen behind one of them.

However, there was no malice in those gazes; rather, they were filled with a mocking, appraising tone, as if they were waiting to witness the scholars' unseemly exit....

Zhou Yun's pupils narrowed slightly as he activated a secondary psionic spell based on bio-chemical energy.

Bright Feather. Eagle Eye... Zhou Yun's eye structure was slightly adjusted, allowing him to see clearly the small figure in the tower.

Was that a...child? No, not a child, but a dwarf, a short, atrophied dwarf with dry, short blond hair who looked like he was probably in his teens.

The dwarf was looking at Zhou Yun through binoculars. Zhou Yun slightly raised his head, letting his gaze meet the dwarf's, and then nodded slightly to the dwarf.

The dwarf gaped, and the binoculars in his hand fell to the ground.

Zhou Yun stopped paying attention to the peeping tom, and instead gently pushed open the door and entered the room.

What Zhou Yun saw was a mirror spanning the center of the room, with a chair in front of it. Zhou Yun stepped forward and sat down on the chair.

"Welcome, Lord Zhou Yun." The voice came from behind the mirror, not like that of a six or seven-year-old child; it sounded even older, and the voice...

Zhou Yun possessed the keen observation skills bestowed upon him by a hunter, and had also undergone training by Grefax; however, even he could not glean a single trace of emotion from that voice.

He almost thought that behind the mirror was... an abomination intelligence.

No... Zhou Yun placed his hands on his knees, leaned his body slightly forward, and slowly looked at himself in the mirror.

Could it be that what's behind the mirror is exactly what Zhou Yun had vaguely guessed before...?

"You've really angered my friend Cicero," Zhou Yun said to the person behind the mirror.

"Oh, I refuted his 'On the Soul,' are you familiar with his ideas?" the voice behind the mirror replied.

"I know he believes that people should endlessly pursue sensory experiences, whether painful or pleasurable."

Judging from Cicero's apparent vulnerability, he was probably easily refuted by the child behind the mirror...

Zhou Yun continued to concentrate his energy, and spiritual energy silently seeped out from his body. The air became slightly colder, and the smell of ozone became faintly visible.

He tried his best to suppress the secondary phenomena that occurred when psionic energy surged in...

"What do you think?" the child behind the mirror asked again.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yun couldn't help but chuckle softly. He had never really agreed with Cicero's philosophy because...

"I bet he hasn't experienced real suffering, otherwise he would feel that every day is a happy one."

Cicero was living too comfortably. If he were to sit on the golden throne for a few seconds, he wouldn't want any sensory experience and would just want to live an ordinary life.

There was a silence for about two or three seconds, and then the child behind the mirror spoke.

"It's strange, I don't know what kind of pain you've been through, but when you say this, I feel an unparalleled sense of credibility."

There was a hint of surprise in his voice; for those few seconds, he seemed to be assessing the veracity of Zhou Yun's words.

He didn't experience anything too painful; he just sat for a while on the most extreme torture device in the entire galaxy, a device that would make the Dark Eldar weep, the Bloodlust tremble in fear, and the Slaanesh demons think was too gruesome.

Zhou Yun smiled, not answering, but slowly using his spiritual energy to penetrate the glass in front of him, allowing his will to transcend the constraints of matter and look behind the mirror—

The hunter's hunting instincts were screaming; this was a beast more terrifying than the Caliban behemoth, one that even the legendary Caliban lion could not rival.

The diviner's precognitive abilities warn that it is not something that a mortal body can fathom; to try to understand his will is tantamount to suicide for a mortal soul.

The archaeologists' psychic knowledge reveled in the sight of what lay behind the mirror—the pure essence of the infinite wisdom of the subspace, the source of the highest heavens settled in the mortal realm.

The child behind the mirror slowly raised his head. In the dimly lit room, only his eyes were illuminated by the setting sun outside the narrow window, his pupils, deeper than the deep sea of ​​Makula, shimmering slightly.

Mrs. Euton, sitting beside him, couldn't help but swallow. She sensed that the child seemed different from before. He seemed to be starting to take an interest in the teacher behind the mirror, but that interest had a dangerous undertone. Euton wanted to shout at the teacher behind the mirror to run away, but she was as if controlled by a powerful order and couldn't open her mouth at all.

The air stopped moving, sound stopped traveling, dust stopped drifting, and even sunlight seemed to freeze in mid-air, as if everything in the world was submitting to the order within the child's body.

"What are you doing?" the child asked softly.

Zhou Yun's heart skipped a beat... His gaze was fixed on the child.

The hurricane ripped through the mirror, countless fragments refracting the light of hundreds of planets. The bricks of the room collapsed under the weight of the vast starry sky, and the ceiling crumbled beneath the chains of starships. All of this swirled before Zhou Yun's eyes, forming a howling, dazzling storm of blue and gold.

Each wisp of the storm seemed to be under control, converging to form a sublime, orderly, and logical will. It was no ordinary will, but the will of a planet, a galaxy, hundreds of galaxies, and billions of living beings, rising from the core of Macurag and spreading among the stars, threatening to engulf everything in this prosperous storm.

Zhou Yun's will was bathed in the storm. Such a powerful will would likely have collapsed in agony long ago if it were an ordinary person, but Zhou Yun's will had been tempered by the Golden Throne. Even when directly confronted by this storm, it remained intact and clear-headed.

He saw it clearly; he watched as the storm of blue and gold engulfed Macragge, covered the stars of Tarrassa, commanded Lax, and spread to Kos and Sosa, with countless stars bowing their heads before it...

Ok?

Zhou Yun sensed something entirely different within the world engulfed by the blue and gold storms. It was a planet on the border between the blue and gold storms, exuding the scent of blood and sand, completely out of place with the blue and gold storms, as if it shouldn't belong to him, and...

Furthermore, Zhou Yun sensed a body he could enter from above...