Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0027 Slightly Outperforms Psionic Oglin

"A jinx!!"

"doom!!"

"Dark energy!!"

The blind witch let out a sharp wail, and smashed her red shoe directly into Cicero's face.

"What are you doing?" Cicero shouted in alarm as a red shoe fell across his face, leaving a shoe print.

The blind witch, panting heavily, stretched out her withered fingers, her empty, lifeless eyes staring blankly at Cicero.

Then......

"Huh?" The blind witch sluggishly turned her head, seemingly observing Cicero. She stood up from the sofa in the box, barefoot, and walked up to Cicero.

Her withered, twig-like fingers drew close to Cicero's eyes, and he could even see the filth between her long, grooved fingernails and smell the decay, nausea, and depravity emanating from her.

"What's wrong with Cicero?" Lipo stood up and walked over to the blind witch, frowning as he looked at Cicero.

But in his view, Cicero didn't seem to have any problems.

Cicero had already received the blessing of the first-crying god before the altar, though it was meager, only slightly enhancing his perception, luck, and mental abilities.

But a gift is still a gift, and even the slightest gift comes from the protection of the heavens. If anything happens to him, Lipo will surely notice.

Unless the god of the first cry has already abandoned Cicero—but that's unlikely, as Cicero's thinking aligns well with the god's will, and he won't be abandoned as long as he doesn't do anything foolish like insulting the god.

"It seems... there's nothing wrong." The blind witch hesitated and withdrew her finger. "How strange, I just saw a black, sticky, greasy pustule on his body, and it was screaming... It must have been a hallucination."

Cicero took a step back with slight disgust, distancing himself from the blind witch. He truly loathed this ugly, withered old woman.

But he really needed this woman's witchcraft.

"And you, Cicero, what happened?" Lipo asked Cicero. "How much did he lose?"

"More than ten thousand dinars," Cicero said through gritted teeth.

"Over ten thousand dinars? Has this idiot gone mad?"

Libo frowned:

"You and Thur should end this bet quickly. Our temple's money doesn't come from thin air..."

"He's already won over ten thousand dinars," Cicero said, his throat bobbing and his face contorted with rage.

Most of them were won from him.

"...This is insane!" It took Libo a few seconds to understand what Cicero meant, and he couldn't help but curse, "Doesn't this just make him pay off all his previous debts?"

"He seems to have converted to some religion; his luck has become strangely good." Cicero frowned.

Luck became strangely good... Libo's first suspicion wasn't about the power of a particular religion or god, but rather about Zhou Yun's teacher, Lucretius.

Lippo looked at the blind witch.

"I'll handle this..." The blind witch pointed at Cicero: "You go back to the gambling table."

Cicero nodded slightly, left the private room, and returned to the gambling table.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Cicero bowed his head in apology to Tour and Zhou Yun.

Tours simply smiled and waved to Cicero.

Zhou Yun smiled slightly: "You seem to be a little constipated?"

Cicero paused for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "That's what happens when you have a bad stomach."

"You could try a different toilet." Zhou Yun still had that slightly mocking smile on his face. "I once sat on a golden toilet. The suction was so strong, it felt like my soul was being sucked out."

"Alright, I'll definitely give it a try if I get the chance." Cicero brushed it off, the cards in his hand fluttering and landing in front of him, Tull, and Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun smiled slightly and pushed all the chips in his hand onto the gambling table.

Eleven thousand five hundred dinars, or one hundred and fifteen chips, were piled up like a mountain in front of Zhou Yun, looking quite intimidating.

How dare she be so bold! Has the blind witch already begun to exert her power?

A glimmer of hope flickered in Cicero's heart.

He turned over one of his cards...it was a 6.

A fairly standard and safe card.

At that moment, Tours turned over his cards: an 8 and a King, the sum of which was 18.

Tuer waved his hand, not asking for any more cards, and instead turned his gaze to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun crossed his arms and looked at the two cards in his hand with a slight smile.

The first one is A.

Cicero's palms began to sweat.

A. If the next card is J, Q, or K, Zhou Yun will achieve Blackjack and win immediately.

Although it was clear that there were no more Jacks in the deck, and only one Q and one K remained, making the probability of getting a blackjack very small, Zhou Yun's bizarre luck just now really frightened Cicero.

Zhou Yun turned over the second card...it was also an Ace.

This subtle scene brought a sigh of relief to Cicero.

But Zhou Yun's gaze shifted from the cards, revealing an expression of great interest.

At a table not far from the gambling table, the blind witch was silently glancing in Zhou Yun's direction.

Those empty eyes seemed to reflect things that didn't belong to the real world...

"No, there are no traces of the Supreme Heaven on this kid. He's just lucky."

"The blind witch said with certainty."

"Cicero, that good-for-nothing." Upon hearing the blind witch's assessment that Zhou Yun was nothing more than an ordinary mortal, Libo's face revealed disdain.

Cicero, a mere mortal, had already received the blessing of the first-crying god.

His thinking must be faster than that of ordinary people, and his luck must be better than that of ordinary people, yet he still managed to let Zhou Yun win more than 10,000 dinars.

"I'll distract him and make him make a mistake."

The blind witch slightly raised her withered finger, pointing in Zhou Yun's direction, and at the same time took out a coiled snake pendant made of pure gold and inlaid with amethyst snake eyes from her bosom.

The pendant features six exquisitely carved pure gold serpents with slender bodies and intertwined forms. The serpents' heads all display anthropomorphic expressions, resembling six beautiful men and women engaged in mating.

The blind witch's withered, twig-like fingers gripped the pendant tightly, and the six coiled snakes on it began to writhe slightly, as if they were alive...

"Offer sacrifices to my weeping lord, to my lustful king."

"Joyful Lady, grant me happiness."

"Dark Prince, grant me power."

"Indulging my six desires will erode my six senses."

The six coiled snakes on the pure gold pendant writhe more violently, opening their mouths to reveal their fangs, stretching their bodies, and climbing up the witch's palm, biting the blind witch's wrist. Blood was drawn into the pendant, and the amethyst snake eyes emitted a faint light.

Obscene, lustful, sexual, sensual, pleasurable, joyful, and sadistic sounds rang out from the mouths of the six venomous snakes.

One of them slowly raised its head and aimed it at Zhou Yun's back.

A venomous snake, formed purely of spiritual energy and visible only to blind witches, appeared in mid-air and lunged at Zhou Yun...

"It's finished," the blind witch said, putting down the pendant in her hand.

"Okay—hmm?" Libo's words trailed off as he suddenly choked.

The blind witch's body also trembled violently.

They saw it.

Zhou Yun, who was sitting at the gambling table, slowly turned his head, a smile on his lips, and looked directly in the direction of the two people.

"...Huh?" The blind witch exclaimed in bewilderment.

The venomous snake, visible only to her, which was lunging at Zhou Yun, suddenly froze in mid-air, as if fixed by Zhou Yun's gaze.

Then the snake's body began to twitch and twist, its head opening wide and emitting a silent shriek, before suddenly exploding and disappearing into the air.

At the same time, on the pure pendant, the amethyst eyes of a venomous snake burst open, and the gold that formed its shape quickly dimmed.

The blind witch stared in disbelief at the scene, her breathing becoming heavy.

She looked up, her empty, dark eyes meeting Zhou Yun's gaze.

Zhou Yun's smile remained gentle, and his eyes subtly flickered with a light that seemed to originate from another universe.

The blind witch saw the shadow of fear in those eyes...

He simply nodded slightly to the blind witch, then turned his head away, as if he didn't care about her at all.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

Why are there so many psionic mongrel dogs in Macurag? It's unbearable.

Is this all there is to it... Such a simple, crude, conspicuous, and easily countered telepathic energy technique.

What's the difference between this and trying to smash Zhou Yun on the back of the head with a rock?

Why did they have to shape it like a snake? Was it to increase the chances of being discovered?

Zhou Yun was, to some extent, a master of precognitive psychic abilities.

Unless he suddenly became a psionic illiterate like Guilliman, he couldn't possibly have failed to detect such a clumsy attack beforehand.

When Zhou Yun discovered them, the blind woman was completely bewildered, as if Zhou Yun's discovery of her was a very significant event.

Is she very confident in her psychic abilities?

Honestly, based on Zhou Yun's recent perception, that blind woman's spiritual power was at least level 9Θ, which was stronger than Zhou Yun's.

However, her psychic powers seem to come from extreme stimulation, and are forcibly activated and enhanced by strong emotions, making them less than her control.

Moreover, her skills were so laughable that she was only slightly better than an Oglin with psychic abilities.

In Macurag, a world where everyone's psychic powers are suppressed, her meager psychic strength is simply no match for the gap between her earthhound skills and the psychic techniques that Zhou Yun has learned and that the Inquisition has continuously improved over thousands of years.

Zhou Yun turned his attention back to the card table.

"I want to deal the cards," he said with a smile to Cicero and Tours.