Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0035 Thanks to you, you and the demon behind you can now gaze upon the golden throne.

The Father's eye hangs high in the heavens.

The satellite is named Formacas, one of the four moons of Macraghall. Magma periodically erupts from its surface, forming a spectacle known as the Eye of the Father. The Macragians believe this is the Father of the Gods gazing upon the earth, and on this day, Macraghall's veil is at its thinnest.

However, Zhou Yun couldn't quite understand why the divination had led him to enter a new body at 1 a.m. today, when the Eye of the Father was at its highest point. Was there some numerological significance to this?

As he pondered, Zhou Yun calmed himself down, took a few deep breaths, and began to slowly redirect his will back to the golden throne...

"Let's begin."

The blind witch spoke in a hoarse, hollow voice, as the aphrodisiac mist, like white snakes, swirled around her and coiled around the necks of her sixty-six followers.

Sacco Paulus's heart pounded; the aphrodisiac smoke opened every pore on her body. She was dazed, her mouth agape, breathing like a wild animal.

She was nervous, yet also somewhat excited about what was to come. She was about to experience true joy and be welcomed into the courtyard of the God of First Cry... That's what her father and sister had told her. Her second sister had also ascended to the banquet of the God of First Cry before her.

But she also knew what she was about to experience: she shed her mortal body and ascended into the courtyard as her spirit, or rather... death.

The mere thought of this filled Sakoff with shame; she remained fearful, apprehensive, and worried—a sign of her lack of devout faith.

Or perhaps, she still longed for the pleasures of the mortal world.

She loved the way her father would tell her stories by the fireplace, even though he hadn't done so in a long time; he now preferred sadism and masochism.

The eldest and second eldest sisters seem to have forgotten those days. Now, they prefer to hear painful groans, whether they are their own or those of others, rather than stories.

She also missed her classmate Tita, who was a very interesting person who would suddenly do something neurotic that was both startling and surprising.

And Tita's uncle... Lately, that grammar professor seems to have become increasingly charming; Saccofi is not very resistant to mature men like that.

Sakoffie didn't actually like pain. She didn't understand why her sisters could enjoy it, but she couldn't... She just gritted her teeth and endured it because she didn't want to disappoint her father.

She found that she didn't like those extreme thrills or exaggerated indulgences either. She seemed to prefer having a simple romance with a mature and steady man on a warm afternoon, but she didn't have the courage to tell her father this.

She still remembered what her mother looked like before she died. The high concentration of drugs took her life, and those lifeless eyes, almost completely bulging out of their sockets, stared at Sakoffee... Sakoffee was afraid. She realized that she was indeed afraid of death, afraid of all of this. She could no longer deceive herself.

But she no longer had the chance.

A pale mist tightened around her neck, a powerful and terrifying feeling of suffocation washing over her. Her eyes widened; she was flying, she was rising, she was...

Sakoffie let out a painful cry as she saw sixty-five other people, also strangled by smoke and hanging in mid-air, like her broken puppet, carved by her father.

The blind witch spread her arms on the stage, and a sticky, nauseating, shrill song, as if spitting out her soul, poured from her throat. The wild tones and violent beats crashed directly onto Kofina's body.

Her body contorted in exaggerated poses, her bones were broken, her blood vessels gushed out, and her senses became extremely sensitive to the stimulation of the musical notes.

Each and every one of the sacrificers twisted their bodies to the notes, dancing a passionate aerial ballet. The sounds of their bones breaking converged into the melody, becoming the instruments that played this piece.

Sakoff saw it—the courtyard, the six courtyards surrounding the palace of the God of First Cry, where an eternal, cruel feast was taking place, and Sakoff's soul was ascending into one of them.

She saw a pitiful woman enduring cruel torture, every nerve being pulled out and made into strings for a musical instrument.

The woman looked exactly like the sculpture in the Temple of Simeneta, and she was looking at Sakoff with a sorrowful, painful, and pitying gaze...

The bull-headed monster seized Sakoff's soul, its mocking voice flooding his ears. The monster laughed at Sakoff's foolishness, and excruciating pain, beyond the limits of his senses, began to surge into his body.

The blind witch let out a piercing scream, and a dazzling storm of sixty-six souls, fueled by their sacrifice, lifted her soul into the heavens.

This sacrifice will allow her talents to flourish, enabling her to reach higher levels and receive even more blessings from the God of the First Cry.

Her soul began to change form. In the warp, she transformed into a shrieking witch, surrounded by six burning pure gold serpents, writhing in boundless agony as she attacked her target. She was about to kill the pathetic wizard named Zhou Yun. Following the scent in the warp, she searched for Zhou Yun's direction...

Then, she saw it.

She saw Zhou Yun also rising, his will suspended in the sea of ​​souls, staring at the blind witch with eyes burning with golden psionic flames.

Zhou Yun looked at the blind witch and noticed the boundless suffering surrounding her and the extreme emotions that arose when the sixty-six sacrifices were offered. He saw the scene of the sacrifice.

The blind witch sensed Zhou Yun's emotions—disgust and contempt...

The contempt directed at the blind witch... the disgust directed at the sacrifice...

+The sacrifice of sixty-six people, sixty-six anguish. +

Is all this just to rip your soul out of your body and then smash it against me like a brick?

+Don't you think this is dangerous? What if your soul can't defeat me? Or what if some warp current blows your soul away?+

Have you considered outsourcing to a warp entity? Holy crap, you've been believing in Slaanesh for so long, and you don't even know a succubus? Are you that lacking in connections?

+Well, if all else fails, you can just project pure psionic energy!

Why did you throw your soul out with you? Why?

Holy crap, what's the difference between this and ripping your own heart out and smashing it against someone in hand-to-hand combat?

Zhou Yun's voice rang in the blind witch's ears.

There was no mockery in that voice, only pure incomprehension.

But the blind witch broke down. She endured boundless pain and countless torments, losing countless amounts of life force under the blessing of the God of First Cry, and could only survive by absorbing the life force of young girls.

And the talent she gained through so much sacrifice, even with the blessing of sixty-six offerings, was no different from a clown in Zhou Yun's eyes.

She screamed and lunged at Zhou Yun—but before she could touch him, she saw...

They saw what was behind Zhou Yun.

The towering golden throne, and the desiccated emperor seated upon it.

Logically speaking, you, and even the demons behind you, are not qualified to see the Golden Throne at this level.

But today, thanks to you, you and the demon behind you can now gaze upon the golden throne.

Zhou Yun's voice descended from the golden throne and reached the blind witch's ears.

Then, she started to burn.