r18novel 0001 May your soul return to the golden throne.
0001 May your soul return to the golden throne.
The foul air from the lower nest, mixed with a faint smell of blood, filled Zhou Yun's lungs, bringing an unprecedented sense of realism.
Zhou Yun realized once again that he had transmigrated.
He transmigrated to a world of magic and miracles, wizards and knights, priests and scholars, elves and dwarves, swords and spears. This world was protected by four gods: love, life, wisdom, and courage. In this world, faith in the heart is magic, and in this world, the Demon King sat high in his palace on a mountaintop...
The only problem is,
The Emperor's Sacred Hook is above, this is the fucking Warhammer 40k.
There are no swords or magic here, only chainsaws and warp psionic powers.
"Zhou Yun".
Judge Katharina Grefax's voice broke through Zhou Yun's thoughts.
The young female judge crouched in the shadows of the haunted alley, with five loyal stormtroopers standing beside her.
Greyfax's psionic goggles gleamed, reflecting the buildings hidden in the lower garbage mountain outside the alley.
That faint smell of blood emanated from it.
"Use your talents." She turned to Zhou Yun and gave him the order.
Zhou Yun's talent, or rather, the talent of his predecessor, was divination.
His predecessor was a street fortune teller specializing in Emperor Tarot.
This poor, unlucky fellow died in a gang war and was collected by the Corpse Guild. Just as he was about to be thrown into a fermentation tank and become a meal on the workers' tables along with other corpses, recyclables, and industrial byproducts, Zhou Yun was resurrected in his body.
As it happens, the cult that Grefax was searching for was closely related to the Corpse Guild, and he ran into Zhou Yun, who had just escaped from the Corpse Guild.
As a psychic, she sensed the true nature of Zhou Yun's divination abilities.
Zhou Yun possesses prophetic psychic abilities, enabling him to foresee the future to a certain extent.
Grefax admired Zhou Yun's talent, and the fledgling judge chose to recruit Zhou Yun as his follower, personally teaching him how to utilize his abilities.
Zhou Yun took a deep breath, calmed himself, and began to unleash his psionic talent according to Grefax's teachings.
He clasped his hands together and pressed them against his forehead.
"Terra Himalayas are cold, the emperor on the golden throne longs for loyalty, the star torch burns, psychic power, this one bestowed with the emperor's personal prophetic dream, alas..."
Zhou Yun murmured a rhythmic tune and closed his eyes tightly.
Grefax wasn't surprised; psykers who weren't proficient in using their abilities often needed to assist themselves with words, shouts, and rhythmic phrases.
Praying to the emperor in a folk tune, like Zhou Yun did, was a common and relatively safe method.
"...With utmost loyalty, I beseech the Divine Emperor! Weasel, quickly reveal your true spirit, show us the future and destiny..."
As he continued chanting, Zhou Yun felt a burning sensation, pain, and golden light on his back, and intricate images began to appear in the darkness before his eyes.
He saw blood, cleavers, chopped axes, chainsaws, bright red flesh, blood, crushed corpses, and butchers wearing hideous masks.
Zhou Yun opened his eyes, looked at Judge Grefax, and described what he had seen.
"The Cult of the Corpse Crushers." Grefax revealed a cruel smile; the long search had finally yielded results.
She finally captured the cult that hid within the hive, yearning for the taste of warm flesh and blood, hunting for food through slaughter, and worshipping the Lord of Blood.
According to Zhou Yun's premonition, the leader of this cult and the statue of the Lord of Blood that he worships are both inside.
"Once this mission is over, I will take you away from this haunted city."
"Your talent still needs to be honed, otherwise it might backfire and harm you."
Grefax looked at Zhou Yun and said:
"You can become my apprentice, and if you perform well enough and gain the approval of my other colleagues, you may have the opportunity to become a judge."
At this point, Grefax smiled, "Or, if I die unexpectedly on a mission, you can inherit my Rose Knot and be promoted on the front lines."
Grefax is sincere.
She is a powerful psychic among mortals, especially skilled at using psychic abilities to probe people's minds.
She had examined Zhou Yun's will, and within it she saw only a blazing golden light, like that of a saint.
Grefax believed this was evidence of Zhou Yun's loyalty to the Emperor.
Zhou Yun's lips twitched slightly; this was indeed a good choice.
In Zhou Yun's memories of his previous life, this Inquisitor from Greyfax would be captured by the space necromancer known as the "King of Figurines," the Endless One, and become part of Tarachin's collection.
It wasn't until the fall of Cardia that it was thrown out as a Pokémon by the Figure King, and later it even participated in the resurrection of Robert Guilliman.
If Zhou Yun can seize the opportunity and avoid being captured by the Figurine King along with Grefax, he will almost certainly inherit Grefax's Judge's Rose Knot and become a Judge himself.
Finally, I can leave this damned nest...
The months of struggling in this nest city had left Zhou Yun physically and mentally exhausted.
Greyfax gestured, and five loyal stormtroopers and Zhou Yun rushed out of the shadows of the alley with him, attacking the building hidden among the garbage heaps...
After ten minutes,
"Destroy those blasphemous things, clean up the mess, and then burn this place down."
Looking at the massive, highly distorted corpse-crushing cult leader lying on the ground, Grefax gave the order.
Although she anticipated that this group of cultists, not exceeding the matchmaking mechanics of the Underground Clan, wouldn't pose a threat to Grefax and her loyal Stormtroopers,
But Zhou Yun truly hadn't expected it to be so easy.
Even the cult leader whose body had been distorted by the power of the warp was only dealt with in a single shot by Grefax using his explosive crossbow.
Zhou Yun even suspected that Grefax had asked him to make prophecies simply to hone his precognitive abilities.
Ok?
A series of chaotic images flashed before Zhou Yun's eyes.
He saw blood gushing, he saw Grefax's back, he saw a meat cleaver...
Zhou Yun saw himself fall to the ground under the meat cleaver.
Zhou Yun almost immediately took a few steps forward, moving closer to Grefax in an attempt to find some safety.
"Offered to the Lord of Blood! Offered to the Lord of Flesh and Blood!"
A sharp roar rang out, and a cultist wielding a meat cleaver suddenly emerged from the pool of blood.
Holy crap!
The cultist actually wanted to kill Grefax.
However, Zhou Yun adjusted his position because of the prophecy, and now he is standing right between the two, facing the cultists' cleaver.
Zhou Yun recalled what Grefax had just said...
"Your talent still needs further development, otherwise it might backfire and harm you..."
The cleaver pierced Zhou Yun's body, while the cultist's head was smashed by a nearby storm soldier.
This scene was exactly as Zhou Yun had predicted.
Zhou Yun's throat moved, and his body suddenly collapsed to the ground, falling next to Grefax.
Grefax stared in astonishment at the sight. She crouched down and looked at Zhou Yun, whose body was almost cleaved open by the butcher's knife.
"You...you predicted that cultist, and you knew the danger but still chose to protect me?" Grefax's eyes lowered slightly, his voice filled with disbelief.
She had always thought Zhou Yun was a loyal person, but after all, he came from the Nest Capital and was a psionicist... She never expected him to be this loyal.
Zhou Yun's throat moved; he really wanted to say that he had been completely ruined by his own prophetic talent.
His act of dodging towards Grefax perfectly fulfilled the prophecy that he would be killed by the butcher's knife; if he hadn't moved, he would have been fine.
A hint of annoyance flashed across Zhou Yun's face; now he had to go back again.
Grefax was moved; she seemed to interpret the annoyance on Zhou Yun's face as a desire for repentance on his deathbed.
Grefax took an eagle pendant off his body and pressed it against Zhou Yun's chest.
"Whatever you wish to repent for, you have atoned to the Emperor through your loyalty."
"My child, the suffering of the world will be far from you, and the emperor will warmly embrace your soul."
May your soul return to the golden throne.
Upon hearing that his soul had returned to the Golden Throne, Zhou Yun gave a bitter smile that was more like a grimace.
His throat moved a few last times, uttering indistinct words. Grefax paused, stunned.
She... seemed to hear Zhou Yun say the last thing...
"Fuck your mother, you weasel..."
No, you must have misheard...
Heat, scalding heat filled Zhou Yun's withered body.
On the golden throne, Zhou Yun's soul emitted a silent shriek from within the withered corpse.
damn it,
They're back.
Zhou Yun returned to the golden throne.