manynovel 0039 The Human Emperor is the Pillar
0039 The Human Emperor is the Pillar
It failed.....
Zhou Yun frowned. In fact, he could feel that the black knight he had imagined was beginning to take shape.
This shows that the spell is feasible; it can indeed condense guardian spirits forged purely from faith directed towards him.
But his spiritual energy from faith was too little; it was simply insufficient to bring it to fruition...
Zhou Yun shook his head. Gathering spiritual energy from faith was too difficult; unless he created a religion or something similar, it would be impossible.
But Makula has few other things but many religions. Even the long-established Catholic Church has fallen into such a state. How easy is it to establish a religion?
He wasn't some water orphan raised by an Egyptian princess, nor was he the illegitimate son of a carpenter's wife, nor was he some camel-riding merchant who married a wealthy widow in the desert...
If only there were a ready-made religion that could replace their god with Zhou Yun, or if that wasn't possible, could they arrange a prophetic position for Zhou Yun?
Forget about Catholicism. Although the Emperor might really be Yorgia, Catholicism is currently in a rather miserable state in Macurag, with its number of believers not necessarily exceeding that of Zhou Yun's students.
Feeling the enhanced spiritual power within his body, Zhou Yun once again raised his will into the subspace and looked back at the Golden Throne.
Scalding hot, scorching, twisted... Within that golden throne, the dark brown shadow seemed poised to completely devour Zhou Yun, who sat upon it.
The dark brown shadow became slightly clearer, but only slightly...
What are you?
Zhou Yun asked the dark figure again.
+...You...are...just...a...pig...yo...+
...Why is he swearing?
Zhou Yun was confused and didn't understand why the shadowy figure behind the golden throne suddenly called him a pig.
Yes, although the Human Emperor is the pillar, and he is now the Human Emperor, but...
Zhou Yun didn't have time to think much. Just hearing those few fragmented words gave him a splitting headache. His soul could no longer look at the dark figure or hear its voice. His body plummeted back into reality, back into the scholar's body.
Zhou Yun took a deep breath.
He still couldn't see the dark figure clearly. Just how high would his spiritual power need to be to see it?
Level 16 alpha? Or an even higher level of alpha+?
Zhou Yun adjusted his state slightly and then activated the precognitive psychic spell "Foresight" to begin peering into the trajectory of fate...
Red sand, red sand soaked in blood... howling beastmen... bloodthirsty spectators...
The eye of a worm flying in mid-air... a needle...
He even heard his own voice...
"Anesthetic? You want to numb me? Do you think this place is—"
He also heard the sound of horses' hooves, the city gates opening, and cheers.
"Liberators! Liberators! Liberators!"
The sound stopped abruptly...
Then came the flames, the flames that engulfed the entire city, blood flowing across the earth, the cracking of whips, the roars of fury, nails... nails...
Then came the spear of light that pierced the heavens and the earth, and all things vanished in that instant...
But Zhou Yun was laughing, a wild, unrestrained laugh, a triumphant laugh...
Zhou Yun opened his eyes, slightly rubbing his head, and couldn't help but gently shake his head.
The images were blurry and fragmented; indeed, the veil of Makula was too heavy, even the prophecies were so vague.
He had hoped to see information about the Pharos Lighthouse, but instead foresaw a chaotic scene that would unfold in the distant future.
It seems I can only try to gather information from a practical standpoint. Since I know I'm with Guilliman, I can only focus on the recruitment event at the Guilliman family's house a few days from now.
Zhou Yun currently possesses about 70-80% of the knowledge the scholar once had. In a pure contest of knowledge, he might not be able to defeat Cicero... However, Zhou Yun has no intention of a fair contest; he plans to cheat directly using psionic energy...
In the days leading up to the recruitment drive... Zhou Yun stroked his chin slightly. He planned to make a few more trips to the bathhouse run by the Slaanesh believers, as they possessed something he wanted to obtain.
He had just fallen asleep!
The high priest of the Temple of Simeneta, Tatius, clutched his heart and trembled as he got out of bed.
His heart was pounding so hard that Tatius wondered if he was going to die that very night and meet Simeneta.
Tatius glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that he had only managed to sleep for a little over two hours tonight. At this rate, his frail body would collapse sooner or later.
For over twenty years since becoming high priest, Tatius had heard mournful cries from the void every night—undoubtedly the lament of Simeneta, the goddess of beauty, the sound of his beloved being tormented.
Tatius could only listen to this sound every night, trembling with fear and sorrow, often finding it difficult to fall asleep.
When the Eye of the Heavenly Father rises, those voices are clearest; Tatius can even see with his own eyes the agonizing torment Simeneta endures.
Sometimes the demons tormenting Simeneta seemed to sense that Tatius was watching, and they would mock him, even physically assaulting him in his hallucinations, telling him that if he wanted to end the torment, he should reveal the location of Simeneta's remains, but Tatius never agreed.
But tonight was exceptionally strange. Even though the Eye of Heaven had risen, the torment ended prematurely, and Simeneta's agonizing screams vanished. Tatius almost thought he would finally get his first good night's sleep in decades, but then...
In his sleep, Tatius vividly saw Simeneta, her body tormented and broken, and the goddess's bitter smile.
This time, Athena did not wail or cry; she simply whispered a name to Tatius and told him to find the person that name referred to.
That would be a cold hope.
Tatius remembered the name. It was clearly just a code name, but it still carried a powerful pressure, burning like fire and searing Tatius's chest.
"The cursed one..." Tatius murmured the name.
Why does it sound like some kind of cult or witchcraft?
Tatius exhaled and decided to inquire with Laganon and Imhotep... Speaking of which, Imhotep seems to have been investigating the wizards of Macragge recently. Could this be related to the cursed one?
Perhaps we could ask that old thief Lucretius.
Tatius couldn't help but smile wryly. The Temple of Simeneta was now second only to the Temple of the War King in worship within Macragne, yet he, as the high priest, could only investigate by asking around on his own.
There was no other way. Now, five out of the six priests in the temple believed that the God of First Cry was Simeneta, and seventy percent of the believers also firmly believed this. If the previous high priest had not overcome all difficulties to hand over this position to him, the Temple of Simeneta would probably have been renamed the Temple of the God of First Cry long ago.
His aged body was no longer able to resist this overwhelming force.
"Simoneta, why did you choose me, a coward and incompetent person...?"
Tatius prayed softly.
March 20th in the Maculac calendar....
"Two more days, and you're telling me you still haven't dealt with that poor grammar teacher?" In a private room at the bathhouse, a burly man roared at Cicero and Lipo.