Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0065 A Gift from the War Dog Think Tank

Zhou Yun exhaled a breath of foul air and opened his eyes in Otramar's room.

In the future, Angron will still become a demon.

Furthermore, Angron responded to his name, indicating that he had indeed done something, but failed.

Why? What went wrong?

Zhou Yun did not believe that fate was unchangeable. Everything in the subspace was a reflection of the will of mortal beings. Will is everything in that dimension, including fate in that dimension.

Human will came first, and then destiny in the subspace came into being.

Rather, fate in the subspace determines human will.

Moreover, he has now gained new power from the future.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath, feeling the vast surge of psionic energy in the subspace flowing through his body.

Pain, intense pain swept through Zhou Yun's nerves, but for Zhou Yun, this level of pain was about the same as being tickled.

It was psionic energy; psionic power from the Warhound Think Tank surged into Zhou Yun's body.

Level 11 Z, Level 12 E, Level 13 Δ...

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yun's spiritual energy surpassed that of the conjoined witches who had been forcibly modified and upgraded to level 13Δ by a high-level rider, reaching level 13Δ and approaching level 14γ.

However... Zhou Yun gently moved his arm, and a sharp pulling sound came from his arm.

If Zhou Yun were truly just a mortal, that level of spiritual energy surge would probably have driven him insane, just like that conjoined witch.

Zhou Yun withstood the onslaught of spiritual energy thanks to the will forged by the Golden Throne, but his current body was not the body of the Astartes of the think tank, but merely a mortal's shell. Such a massive influx of spiritual energy had pushed his body to its limits.

He clenched his arms slightly, and the psionic energy slowly receded from his body.

He temporarily controlled the psionic energy surging into his body at the level of 11th level Z, ensuring that his psionic energy would not tear the body apart.

It seems I need to slowly digest this spiritual energy and gradually allow this body to adapt.

Nutheria's body is stronger, barely able to withstand the level of 12E.

Inside the caverns of Nutheria, Zhou Yun gently moved the gladiator's body, his level 12 E psionic energy flowing between his strong muscles, and the surrounding air grew colder.

"Old Zhou, you exude a chilling aura." Kleist moved closer to Zhou Yun, somewhat enjoying the coldness emanating from him.

It's sweltering inside the cave; cool moments like this are rare.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but smile as he looked at Kleist's relaxed expression.

He began to digest the skills that the War Dog Think Tank had given him.

He spent too little time inside the War Dog Intelligence Unit, and most of his memories and skills are still hidden within it. He can only acquire them after Zhou Yun gradually awakens his memories under stimulation.

Zhou Yun has only acquired one skill from the War Dog Think Tank so far.

But it's the most powerful skill...

"Sacred Ritual" is a psionic technique in which the Warhounds combine their psionic powers into one, fusing them together, and even briefly enabling them to contend with the Primarch, Loka.

The principle behind this psionic technique is somewhat similar to that of the previous conjoined witches.

Blood ties bind them together, souls resonate in unison, brotherly affection transforms into interlocking chains, amplifying each other's strengths. Left foot steps on right foot, spiraling upwards to create a unified spiritual entity, achieving a synergistic effect greater than the sum of its parts.

The combined strength of the nineteen Warhound think tanks was enough to briefly rival the Primarch, Loka. In the past, when the think tanks had more members, they even repeatedly suppressed the rampaging Angron.

This is a unique skill of the War Dog Think Tank, the highest crystallization of their wisdom, and a secret born from the bond between the blood brothers of the War Dogs.

Recalling the feeling of merging together during the sacrament, Zhou Yun could clearly perceive the emotions of the other eighteen think tank members and feel that pure brotherhood.

That feeling is actually the same as the bond between gladiators in the underground world today.

Zhou Yun clenched his fists.

The World Eater has drifted further and further away from our ideals, but the final Warhound is similar to the original Angron.

"Has something happened?" Anglong vaguely sensed some change in Zhou Yun.

"Brother," Zhou Yun looked at Angron, his gaze meeting the Primarch's, "would you choose to die freely or live forever as a slave?"

Anglong's expression turned slightly serious: "I don't know what freedom feels like, but I'd rather die than be a slave forever."

Luo Jia, that wasn't his choice; it was merely the madness and rage brought on by the Butcher's Nail. That wasn't Angron...

"Brother, remember this."

Zhou Yun said earnestly to Anglong:

"If anyone says 'blood sacrifice to the blood god' in the future..."

"I would just reply with 'Fuck your mother.'"

"Remember, I may not say this the way I do now, but as soon as you hear it, you must immediately kill the bastard who said 'blood sacrifice to the blood god'."

"That bastard wants to make you his slave forever."

Angron nodded solemnly.

Although he didn't understand why Zhou Yun said that, Anglong trusted Zhou Yun. They were brothers, blood brothers without any blood relation.

Zhou Yun calmed himself down and recalled the scene of Angron's ascension to demonhood.

After Luo Jia said "blood sacrifice to the blood god", he replied with "fuck your mother".

But Angron did not react.

This means that in the original timeline, I didn't tell Angron what he just said, otherwise Angron should have at least reacted.

Although minor, this proves that the ascended Angron is already in another timeline.

Unlike the Eldar prophecies, the future that one experiences personally after entering a body can be altered.

"...The three of you."

Zhou Yun calmed down and began to focus on the current problem:

"I have an idea now, which might deplete the power of the machines used by high-level riders."

"What should we do?"

Onomamus asked:

"After you said that the arena is their source of energy, I also came up with some ideas."

"For example, we could refuse to fight, but that would probably be pointless. There are other crypts inside the arena with even more insane prisoners and gladiators, and we probably wouldn't be able to cooperate with them."

"No, no, no." Zhou Yun waved his hand, a smile playing on his lips. He recalled the scene of returning to the Golden Throne with the will of the conjoined witches, and the Khorne demons who were burned to death: "I plan to burn their warp generators directly."

Subspace, Brass Throne.

The God of Blood looked at Nuseria in silence.

Behold the burning golden light that rises again and again in Nuthria, guarding the soul of a gladiator, passing through his domain, burning the demons who killed Him, and connecting to the golden throne.

The cursed one... what is he doing...?