Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0073 A Guide to the Customs of the Gamorin Women

A Guide to the Customs of the Gamorin Women

Zhou Yun couldn't help but reach out and cover her eyes, as if that would prevent her from seeing those cringe-worthy memories.

What he obtained from the Emperor's memories was a summary made by the Emperor himself and the Eldar prophet Eldrad during their time in Gamora, when they were unaware of the nature of heaven and earth. It contained the addresses, detailed reviews, and recommended services of 2,197 Gamora brothels.

With high emotional intelligence, the human emperor infiltrated Gamor before the start of the war of unification, investigated the alien social structure, fought against the alien witches, and drew a complete map of Gamor.

Low emotional intelligence, the old man went to Gamora one last time before the Great Expedition began, and wrote down his thoughts and feelings to keep for future reflection.

Zhou Yun now realizes that the Emperor's body does indeed contain many powerful skills, but the problem is that the Emperor's skill pool is too deep.

He stuffed everything into his head, and even if Zhou Yun accidentally remembered some of his memories, most of what he got were useless things.

"Now, what should we do?"

Onomamus's voice rang in Zhou Yun's ears. The elderly gladiator sat down beside Zhou Yun and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

It's clear he's under a lot of pressure.

If Zhou Yun is implanted with the nail, falls into madness and rage, and becomes a bloodthirsty monster who only knows how to kill, then their original plan will have to change drastically.

"If I don't do that, Angron will refuse to take orders from the high-ranking rider, he'll be the one with the spikes, and then he'll kill you in a fit of rage."

Zhou Yun said to Onomamus.

"I understand, fate has been incredibly cruel to this child..."

"Thanks to your quick thinking and sacrifice today."

The elder emphasized the word "sacrifice," saying:

"But you're also one of our brothers. We swore to escape from here together, and you were one of them!"

"Brother, why do you take your life so lightly? You accept your sacrifice far too easily."

Zhou Yun smiled. This body was only a part of him. Even if he really died, there would still be Macurag's body.

Even if Macragge's body also dies, it will only return to the Golden Throne to find the next one.

If this alone can save Angron, then it's well worth it.

Moreover, he had done everything he could, and he had even left the gladiators a way to escape after his death.

"I think it's worth it. Trading the life of this body for the sake of preventing Angron from having the Butcher's Nail implanted is a great deal," Zhou Yun said, spreading his hands.

Just then, a large hand was placed on Zhou Yun's shoulder.

Zhou Yun looked up and found Anglong looking at him with a sad expression.

He had retrieved the grain stalks at some point and was standing beside Zhou Yun.

Anglong stuffed the rations distributed in the arena into Zhou Yun's hand.

"Brother," Angron said with unprecedented seriousness, "I've only ever lived in this arena; I don't know much."

"But I don't know why, I seem to be born with the ability to sense other people's feelings... This led me to discover something."

"I have found that people who disregard their own lives will ultimately disregard the lives of others."

"I think this is no different from a butcher's nail."

Zhou Yun looked at Anglong.

He was indeed an excellent Primarch...

"Let's talk about what's going to happen next," Zhou Yun changed the subject, waving his hand to indicate that Anglong should sit down in front of him.

He took a bite of the grain bar in his hand.

"Our original plans have been disrupted," he said.

Onomamus and Angron nodded in unison.

Their original plan was to wait until the guardian androids were disabled, then escape the arena under the cover of night, rush into the city, scatter into the narrow streets and alleys, and then find an opportunity to escape the city.

But now they have to change their plans.

"Your mind was really quick back then; you even thought about what would happen after you died."

Onomamus couldn't help but express his admiration:

"It's 'war,' you plan to have us all stand in the arena together, then break through the force field and escape from the arena together, right?"

"This is the only chance," Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

The high-ranking riders were clearly planning an even more brutal gladiatorial contest in an attempt to bring back the blessings of the warp.

They'll likely continue killing each other, and they won't even have the chance to wait for the guardian androids to become incapacitated.

Now that they're all standing together in the arena, they can avoid these guardian omnics that only operate in the crypts...

But in contrast...

"Scattering into the streets and alleys is no longer feasible. Before we can even hide properly, the high-level riders will arrive. We must break out in one fell swoop."

Onomamus shook his head and said:

"We will have to face the pursuit and interception of high-ranking riders. This is not a simple escape, but a real uprising, or even a war."

"We are all excellent soldiers, but there are two different things about soldiers and soldiers. None of us are commanders who can lead a war and a breakout."

"Moreover, after you fell, the worm announced that the 'war' would begin in eight days, leaving us with only eight days to prepare."

Hearing Onomamus's words, Zhou Yun let out a deep breath.

Yes, the new plan is much more difficult than the previous one.

The original plan was at most to escape or run away, and there was no need to actually confront the high-level riders.

Now they have to face high-level riders, even those who have been weakened by the scarcity of warp energy.

More importantly, as Onomamus said.

Gladiators are top-notch warriors, but they are not soldiers. They excel at one-on-one combat and teamwork, but when hundreds of gladiators act together, it is war, which tests not only individual combat ability but also collective organization... and there are only eight days left.

Unless one of these gladiators is a genius military strategist who is born to rival Alexander the Great, Hannibal, Huo Qubing, and Li Shimin, who can train every gladiator into an excellent soldier in a very short time, who can formulate perfect strategies and tactics to bridge the gap between gladiators and high-ranking riders, and who can think so meticulously as to arrange their escape route so that they can all obey orders and escape from Dysia without panic.

Moreover, this wasn't just a military matter; the person also needed to understand politics. Gladiators were bound together by loose, free-spirited brotherhood, lacking a true command structure. A brilliant politician was needed to organize everyone within eight days, establish a command structure, make everyone understand their role, and prevent any discontent...

Finally, this person also needs to know how to manage things. These hundreds of people need to eat. How will they survive after escaping Diya? What should they do? Where should they go? These are all questions that need to be considered.

How could there be such a person among gladiators?

He is also a natural-born military strategist, politician, and operations master.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but shake his head.

"Teacher, are you done with your work?"

Just then, Markrag, Guilliman behind the mirror suddenly spoke.

Zhou Yun's expression stiffened slightly.

This kid can be really scary sometimes.

He must have noticed that Zhou Yun had been... well, for most of the day he'd been focused elsewhere, completely ignoring him. He understood that Zhou Yun was busy with something he didn't know about, and considerately didn't disturb him...

Ok?

Zhou Yun suddenly realized something, and he looked up at the mirror in front of him.

Wait, it seems...

A smile appeared on his lips.

Advanced riders are about to enjoy the good life.

"Little Ji, it's time for your teacher to test you."