manynovel 0013 I thought it was Barbarossa's stinky dung.
0013 I thought it was Barbarossa's stinky dung.
Guilliman's Wrath, this card signifies the punishment of order, the arrival of authority, and the wrath of the monarch.
But Zhou Yun drew a reversed position.
It signifies the collapse of order, the dissipation of authority, and the death of the monarch.
But Zhou Yun's intuition told him that, aside from these inner meanings, the "Guilliman's Wrath" card revealed something much more straightforward.
Cicero and the cultists behind him, their true targets are closely related to Robert Guilliman.
Zhou Yun simply happened to be standing in the middle of their path.
Zhou Yun stood up and paced back and forth in the room.
His thoughts gradually became clearer.
It is obvious that Cicero's desire to become the governess of the Marcus Guilliman family is closely related to Robert Guilliman.
However, the scholar achieved first place in the initial job application based on his knowledge, which made Cicero feel threatened.
He deliberately approached scholars, luring them into gambling addiction—the scholars' rapid descent into depravity is likely due to the influence of some kind of subdimensional evil magic.
Even the suicide of scholars may have been facilitated by subdimensional evil magic.
The fact that the subspace veil was relatively thin on the night the scholar committed suicide is clearly not a coincidence, but rather a time chosen by the cultists.
But... what exactly were Cicero's and his cult's goals? And what exactly was their plan?
Zhou Yun recalled his memories of his past life; it seemed that Cicero and these cultists were nowhere to be found in Macurag's future.
Does this mean they failed?
That's quite normal.
After all, the veil of Makrag is so thick that even the gods' interference with Makrag is limited...
No, they likely succeeded, or at least partially succeeded.
Zhou Yun's face darkened.
The thick veil not only blocked the influence of the warp, but also made it easier for the cultists to hide.
In the memories of scholars and in what Zhou Yun sees today,
Macurag is very safe, with city guards established by Governor Connor throughout the city.
These city guards were all warriors who followed Connor on his expedition to Illyria.
However, the soldiers who were supposed to protect Macragge later succumbed to the madness of alcohol and the allure of wealth, plunging Macragge into chaos and riots. Connor himself died in one of those riots, at the hands of assassins sent by another consul, Jalan.
That's clearly not normal...
Reversed Guilliman's Wrath... symbolizes the death of a monarch.
Could the cult behind Cicero be the power of the consul Galan?
At this moment, Zhou Yun had never missed Inquisitor Grefax so much, missed his mentor who had dealt a heavy blow to cultists.
When the nation is in peril, it longs for capable generals; when the world is in chaos, it cherishes loyal ministers.
Ge Pantou, I miss you!
Zhou Yun exhaled, calmed himself, and sat back down at the wooden table, pressing his palms together against his forehead.
First of all, the previous idea of escaping into the deep mountains of Makula is now completely unfeasible.
My appearance could very well trigger some kind of butterfly effect.
If history were to deviate from its original course, and Robert Guilliman were to be corrupted by chaos, then he would truly be finished.
The Horus Rebellion was definitely not more intense than the Guilliman Rebellion.
Guilliman's Ultramarines will later become the largest legion in terms of numbers, boasting a staggering 250,000 men.
However, this was not the limit of Guilliman's operational capabilities; it was merely the limit permitted by the Empire.
The fact that Guilliman could easily restore the Ultramarines to a strength of 250,000 after suffering heavy losses in the Battle of Cows and the Shadow Crusade proves this point.
Besides this consideration, there's also Tita.
If Zhou Yun runs away, then the debt will likely fall on Tita's shoulders.
Tita is a good girl and shouldn't be treated like this.
Therefore, Zhou Yun needs to find a way to improve the strength of this body.
He wants to transcend the "boundaries" and allow the psychic talents of this body to be truly brought into play.
Besides enhancing psionic abilities
Zhou Yun actually has an even more effective method with a higher potential...
A method he had always wanted to try, but had not been able to find an opportunity to use due to the unsafe environment of Nest City and the Caliban Forest.
Zhou Yun slightly separated her consciousness from the scholar's body.
The scorching heat of the golden throne almost immediately enveloped Zhou Yun.
The intense pain almost made Zhou Yun wonder if his own willpower had been ignited.
Zhou Yun's expression was contorted and twisted, but he remained lucid; his perspective was also split in two.
One piece remains within the scholar's body, while the other has ascended into the warp, looking down upon the soul fires of all beings from the golden throne.
Zhou Yun gasped for breath, clutching his chest, and his body went limp as he fell off the chair.
"Ah!" Tita cried out as she pushed open the door, holding the bowl of soup she had just finished cooking. The bowl slipped from her hand and spilled all over the floor.
She rushed forward to help Zhou Yun, who was lying on the ground, her body trembling.
"It's so hot!" Tita exclaimed, feeling the heat emanating from Zhou Yun's skin.
It felt as if flames were burning inside Zhou Yun's body, making his skin scalding hot.
Tita turned pale with fright.
"Uncle Zhou Yun, hang in there, I'm going to find a doctor right now ——————"
"No need." Zhou Yun grasped Tita's wrist and gently shook his head.
He took a few deep breaths, his expression calmed down, and his body temperature gradually returned to normal, as if the burning sensation just now was only Tita's illusion.
It was a success...
Looking at the two perspectives before him, Zhou Yun blinked. The perspective from the Golden Throne gradually thinned out, and the intense pain gradually subsided, turning into a nerve-burning pain similar to background noise, but it was still acceptable to Zhou Yun.
Just as he had guessed,
Zhou Yun's soul was actually still on the Golden Throne; what controlled the scholar's body was merely his extended will, like an outstretched hand.
When a person uses one hand, they can also use the other hand.
In theory, Zhou Yun could also control two or even more bodies simultaneously.
Zhou Yun is currently multitasking; most of his will still controls this body, but a sliver of his will remains on the Golden Throne.
That limited willpower could only perform simple tasks, such as searching for new, usable bodies in the warp.
This will still cause Zhou Yun pain, but the degree of pain is directly proportional to the amount of will Zhou Yun retains on the Golden Throne. At present, this level is completely acceptable to Zhou Yun.
As long as a new body can be found, Zhou Yun will not only be able to acquire new skills, but also have a usable body after the current body dies.
"I'm fine, I just got burned by the candle flame," Zhou Yun said to Tita with a smile, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Really...really?" Tita was still a little worried.
"Of course, do you think I'd be a scapegoat for a dried-up corpse sitting on the golden throne torture rack?" Zhou Yun said deliberately in a mocking tone.
"What is all this?" Tita couldn't help but shake her head, but seeing that Zhou Yun was alright, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Be more careful next time." Tita stood up and looked at the soup bowl spilled on the floor. "Look, your dinner is gone."
"The soup's spilled, so what am I supposed to eat?" Zhou Yun stood up from the ground, scratched his head, and asked Tita.
"Go hungry!" Tita nodded and said with a soft snort.
"Am I going to go hungry too?"
Tita glanced at Zhou Yun, and finally sighed helplessly, "I'll give you half of mine."
"Yay!"
A moment later...
"What did you add to the soup?"
"The Tarrassal fish sauce you bought."
"I thought it was Barbarossa's stinky dung!"