Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0059 You big idiot, what the hell are you trying to do?

"Check...the body?" Angron looked slightly confused.

"Old Zhou, is there something wrong with Big Guy's health?"

Kleist was equally puzzled. She looked Anglon up and down and felt that if there was anything wrong with Anglon, it was that he was too strong and healthy.

Zhou Yun didn't offer any further explanation, but simply walked behind Anglong.

There are now three things about Nuseria that puzzle Zhou Yun.

Firstly, why are there so many extraordinary technological creations on this planet that doesn't even have space technology? And where does the energy for these things come from?

Secondly, the gladiatorial arenas of Nuseria are all altars, and every gladiatorial match there is a sacrifice to the Blood God's demons. So what did the high-ranking riders who organized this sacrifice gain from it?

Thirdly, why is Angron so weak?

There must be something wrong with him. Zhou Yun decided to use his biochemical psionic skills to examine Angron's body, hoping to find some clues.

In addition, Zhou Yun wanted to conduct some experiments.

He found the coordinates of Nuthria within Guilliman's body amidst the blue and gold storm; perhaps he can find the coordinates of another world within Angron as well.

"Is it okay?" Zhou Yun asked Anglong.

Anglong nodded solemnly, indicating that he trusted Zhou Yun and that Zhou Yun could act according to his own ideas.

Zhou Yun slowly placed his hand on Anglong's shoulder. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy within his body began to surge. His will, along with the spiritual energy, permeated into Anglong's body.

What a vibrant body! The moment Zhou Yun touched Anglong's body, he was shocked by the surging, fierce life force within it. He even wondered if he was sensing not a human body, but a scorching star.

The structure of his internal organs was so complex that it made Zhou Yun dizzy. He couldn't understand the function of those strange organs at all. These organs seemed to be changing and reorganizing themselves every moment. One second Zhou Yun could still catch a glimpse of an organ that resembled a heart, and the next second that organ disappeared without a trace. Anglong's interior was simply a maze made of flesh and blood.

As Zhou Yun delved deeper, he couldn't even comprehend how the cells that made up Angron's body operated. There seemed to be no organelles inside the cell membranes, but rather indescribable swirling colors, each strand filled with countless emotions: anger and reason, rage and resistance, joy and sorrow, hatred and benevolence were all confined within this shell forged by extraordinary craftsmanship.

He saw the magnificent inner structure, like a supernova, hidden beneath the blood and flesh, with scorching furnaces churning and raging storms crashing down, a scene far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people presented to Zhou Yun's mind.

If Zhou Yun's will had not already been tempered by the Golden Throne, simply looking at this thing would have torn his will to shreds.

Something's not right...

Zhou Yun instinctively sensed something amiss inside Anglong's body, as if some foreign object had been forcibly forced in...

What is that...?

Zhou Yun heard a blood-stained roar, saw molten lava flowing down from the broken claws, and smelled the scent of murder.

He almost thought that the Blood God had done something to Angron's body, until the things in front of him became clear and Zhou Yun realized that Angron's physical problems had nothing to do with the Blood God, and that he had wronged the Blood God.

Zhou Yun saw it: inside Angron's body, within his scalding, surging inner essence, a monstrous corpse, seemingly forged from lava, was struggling with the surging waves within. Every movement of the corpse's arm summoned raging wildfire, every swing of its sword released a chilling curse, and every wail tore at Angron's inner essence.

Although similar, it was not the power of the Blood God.

That was the soul of a dead god, that was a fragment filled with murderous intent, that was... Bloodhand Kane, the Eldar god of war, destruction, and murder.

This deity was shattered into hundreds of pieces during the conflict between the Blood God and Slaanesh at the time of Slaanesh's birth. Many of these pieces were preserved by the Eldar and can be summoned as an avatar of Bloodhand Cairne.

Now, one of the powerful fragments is actually inside Angron's body.

What's going on?

How could a fragment of Bloodhand Kane be in the inner essence of Angron?

Who the hell shoved that in?

Moreover... Zhou Yun sensed that the fragment seemed to be bound by some kind of venomous snake-like chain, restraining and trapping the fragment within Angron's body, turning it into a curse that entwined Angron.

What exactly happened...?

Amidst the roaring waves, Zhou Yun gleaned several fragments of memories. He began to utilize his telepathic spiritual abilities to excavate within Angron's memories...

Anglong trusted Zhou Yun, and his spirit aligned with Zhou Yun's actions.

A cold wind blew across Zhou Yun's face, and the mountains unfolded before him as he entered Anglong's past memories.

"Where is this?" A voice sounded beside Zhou Yun, and Anglong stood next to Zhou Yun with a puzzled look on his face.

He looked around somewhat bewildered, feeling that the surroundings seemed vaguely familiar.

This is a high mountain covered with pale snow, with cold rocks lying in all directions. The air is cold and fresh, but it seems to carry a hint of blood.

"These are memories you've forgotten," Zhou Yun said softly to Anglong. "These are memories from when you first arrived in this world..."

Angron stared wide-eyed at his surroundings, his gaze unfocused, muttering to himself, "I remember now, it was those dancers..."

The moment Anglong spoke, the scene before them changed.

Arriving on the cold wind, the slender, graceful alien, as lithe as a dancer and as agile as a ghost, let out a mournful howl.

Eldar...

Zhou Yun watched the Spirit Clan traverse the mountains, watching them fall one by one at the hands of the child they were chasing.

The child's only weapon was the rubble from the mountains, and he had no protection whatsoever, yet these Eldar warriors still fell and died in a truly gruesome manner.

Their corpses lying on the ground resembled twisted, blood-stained symbols, their heads smashed open by rubble, their brains staining the snow red.

Finally, a roar filled with fire rang out.

Zhou Yun also saw the child, the young Anglong.

"It's me," Anglong murmured to himself, looking at the child.

Opposite the child was a giant bathed in wildfire, his enormous body seemingly forged from black iron, thick smoke and ash seeping from his skin, forming a blood-red crown swirling on his forehead.

The giant's expression was terrifying, his eyes flickering like lava, and blood, death, and fire condensed into a sword at his fingertips, displaying the horror of the former Bloodhand God, Kane.

His every move was like a thousand volcanoes erupting, and every time he swung his sword, the entire sky was illuminated by wildfire.

His enemy was just a naked child covered in wounds, whose only weapon was a rough stone the size of a palm.

What's truly astonishing is that the fragment of that bloodthirsty god gradually found itself at a disadvantage in the battle against the child.

"What is that?"

Angron blurted out, shocked by the scene himself, even more shocked that he had once been able to contend with such a monster.

"And what am I?" he asked.

Zhou Yun did not answer, but simply glanced around.

Angron may not remember, but the Primarch's extraordinary senses must have recorded all the information from his surroundings at that time...

He found the answer he was looking for in the crevices of the rocks.

A Eldar prophet was hiding among the rocks, looking at young Angron with fear. It was he who had summoned Bloodhand Cairne.

Zhou Yun could sense that he was weaving a spell with dread, a spell imbued with the stench of blasphemy, sludge, lewdness, and corruption, its target being...

"Elian, do you know what you're doing? You're actually asking... asking that unspeakable darkness for help..."

A clown-like Eldar with his face heavily painted stands beside the Eldar prophet, screaming and trying to stop him.

"Get out of here, you clown!"

"I'm just doing what I have to do."

"I must kill this monster and stop him from destroying the future of our homeland."

"Even if I sacrifice my body and soul, even if I fall into the jaws of the Dark Prince, even if the fragments of Kane become a curse, I will have no regrets."

Hearing these words, Zhou Yun couldn't help but gasp.

Hey you big idiot, what the hell are you trying to do?!