Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0047 Faith in Kill Rate Division

"This is His Excellency Imhotep, the High Priest of the Church of the Broken Beacon."

The Flying Spaghetti Monster, carrying a pot of soup on his head, was sitting in the Catholic church, next to a tall, thin old man.

The old man wore a robe as black as midnight, embroidered with emerald green lines like those on a circuit board, weaving a pattern of a lighthouse.

The Cult of the Broken Beacon... Zhou Yun remained unfazed. Based on the information he had obtained through mind reading at the bathhouse, the Cult of the Broken Beacon was currently investigating the wizards in Macurag City.

Without even a second thought, they knew that the wizard they were looking for was Zhou Yun.

It's likely that Zhou Yun's previous premonition caught the attention of the divinity within the Pharos Lighthouse.

"We are waiting for High Priest Tatius of the Temple of Simeneta. We have a small meeting today, and we hope it won't affect your... uh, research?" Laganon said politely to Zhou Yun.

Is Flying Spaghetti, Broken Lighthouse, and the Church of Simeneta going to hold a meeting here?

Zhou Yun looked around and finally confirmed that this was indeed the Catholic church and that he had not gone to the wrong place.

"Of course we cannot meet in our own temple."

The high priest Imhotep of the Broken Lighthouse Temple spoke, sensing Zhou Yun's thoughts:

"No matter whose temple the meeting takes place in, it symbolizes the submission of the other two temples. Even if we ourselves don't care, the political impact is too bad. The believers will be unhappy, not to mention what some of our ambitious priests might do with it. Personnel matters are politics, and we can't afford to act recklessly."

"But here, in this Catholic church in the whole of Macurag where there are hardly any believers and no threat whatsoever, it naturally became the most suitable meeting place for us."

Few people believe in him, and he poses no threat whatsoever... Won't that hurt him too much?

Zhou Yun looked at Bishop Agrippa, "I thought our church had always rejected polytheism."

Agrippa wore an indifferent expression: "But our church doesn't exclude dinars—wait, what do you mean by 'our church'? Did you pay for baptism?"

"My Lord baptizes me every day with His divine power," Zhou Yun said solemnly.

He wasn't lying; the Emperor's psychic energy was constantly washing... or rather, burning him.

"My Lord baptized you, what does that have to do with our church? If you bribe the governor, does that mean you don't have to pay taxes?" Agrippa said earnestly.

Zhou Yun was at a loss for words after being put to the test by Agrippa.

"I still want that triangular room." With that, Zhou Yun placed the dinar in front of Agrippa.

"I've been saving this for you." Agrippa gestured for Zhou Yun to go in.

Zhou Yun didn't linger. After nodding to Agrippa, he stepped into the depths of the church.

Watching Zhou Yun's departing figure, Laganon turned to look at Imhotep.

"Is it him?" Laganon asked.

"Uncertain." Imhotep shook his head. "I've investigated him; he's Lucretius's student... Lucretius has studied the era of the Wizarding Kings too deeply, and I'm worried."

Is it profound? Lucretius's understanding of psychic powers is roughly equivalent to an emperor's understanding of chastity...

"Are you worried that he's a slave of 'Eagle Crystal Flip Pigeon'?" Laganon asked in a low voice.

Eagle Crystal Flip Pigeon... Is that a trick? Flying Spaghetti Monster's naming skills are truly remarkable.

"It was my lord who used the obelisk to suppress the almost ascended King of Sorcery, and I cannot help but worry—" Imhotep suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.

He looked around warily, then stepped out of his robes a cylindrical object that gleamed with a metallic sheen, with a black stone embedded in its very center.

Is this... some kind of device utilizing black stone? Has it been discovered?

Imhotep gently twisted the cylinder, causing the black stone inside to tremble a few times.

Laganon frowned slightly; he could feel that the protection from the Flying Noodles around him seemed to have weakened considerably.

"You think he was spying? You're right. If he really is a servant of Eagle Crystal Flip Pigeon, he might actually have mastered this kind of complex psionic technique."

What's so complicated about it? Isn't this just a regular minor psionic spell?

"I'm just worried, not sure, about the necessary security measures." As he spoke, Imhotep increased the power of the cylinder in his hand, and Laganon even began to feel a void in his soul.

"You're really good at judging people..." In the triangular room, Zhou Yun's projected will was shattered by the anti-subspace field released by the black stone.

It seems that all the wizards in Macurag are probably under suspicion of the Broken Lighthouse Temple. They cannot be sure whether Zhou Yun is the one who saw the lighthouse in his premonition.

Zhou Yun did not intend to contact the Broken Lighthouse Temple now, lest he lose the initiative.

He did indeed want the Pharos Lighthouse, but he did not trust the divinity within it.

In the Xinya Space, the kill rate is not even 100%.

But Xin Xingshen is different; Xin Xingshen's kill rate is a solid 100%.

Think of the fear of the dead. Just because they believed in the Star God, they were eaten up, their souls and bodies devoured, leaving nothing behind. Then, they were pulled out as metal skeletons with some of their memories copied.

A person can insist that they are still themselves, even though they were born as a demon prince by the gods; they can say that they are still themselves, even though their soul was shattered and pieced back together; they can also say that they are still themselves, even though they were resurrected time and again by the gods in the bodies of those who killed them.

But he would never say that the excrement he produced after being eaten by the Star God was also his own.

Those who fear death have been completely eradicated on both the spiritual and material levels.

Zhou Yun would not rashly contact Broken Lighthouse before gaining Guilliman's trust and confirming that Guilliman had grown to a certain level.

In the entire Macurag, only Robert Guilliman can rival a supreme star god.

It's worth noting that even the fragments of Bloodhand Cain, the Eldar war god who once rivaled the Star Gods, could be strangled to death by a naked choke from Fogrem. The Primarch is truly amazing.

Zhou Yun briefly composed his mind, which had been thrown into chaos by the dissipation of his extended will. He took two deep breaths, prepared himself mentally, and slowly released his will back onto the golden throne.

The piercing, burning pain on the golden throne assaulted Zhou Yun's will without pause; almost instantly, it was projected onto the coordinates he had discovered amidst the blue and gold storm, onto that world shrouded in the stench of blood and crimson sand.

breathe----

Blood-soaked sand rushed into Zhou Yun's lungs. He heard the sounds of clashing weapons, deafening shouts, and the low growls of wild beasts.

He opened his eyes, and the sunlight reflecting off the hot sand entered them. The raging fire that surged down from the golden throne burned away every cell in his body, then reshaped it, and the fatal wounds disappeared.

He stretched out his arms, bracing himself on the red sand, and slowly stood up...

Silence, first silence, then deafening cheers erupted.

"Ladies and gentlemen! An astonishing scene has unfolded! Our new gladiator slave, Zhou Yun, is not dead! He has stood up!"