Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0002 You weasel! You're using me as a scapegoat!

"Fuck your mother...you weasel..."

Zhou Yun's will rose from beside the Nest City Diviner.

As Grefax prayed for his soul to return to the Golden Throne, Zhou Yun's will rose higher and higher, passing through the church of the Corpse Crusher Cult, through the hive city, and through the veil of reality.

The blazing golden light, like chains burning with flames, overwhelmed Zhou Yun's will, dragging him towards the starlight shining in the warp, towards Terra, humanity's homeworld, towards the palace on the Himalayas, towards the Sanctuary...

The withered corpse fell onto the golden throne.

For others, returning to the Golden Throne is faith, a blessing, and a prayer.

But for Zhou Yun, this was the truth.

He was firmly pressed onto the throne, a machine-like mountain made of machinery and cables.

The unimaginable agony struck almost instantly, like a jailer eager to torment mortals, punishing Zhou Yun, the prisoner who had temporarily escaped his cage.

Zhou Yun felt his skin being peeled away inch by inch under the scorching heat, his nerves being burned to ashes, and a million unimaginable things swirling in his mind, like blades slicing through his brain. His spine felt like it was being trampled by the most savage and furious beast, every bone feeling like it was being crushed into atoms.

Strangely, despite such intense pain, Zhou Yun's soul remained intact, and his will remained clear.

It was as if some unseen force was protecting Zhou Yun's soul and will, forcibly keeping him clear-headed and rational, and enabling him to think.

The pain that swept through every cell reminded Zhou Yun,

When he arrived in the world of Warhammer 40, the first character he was transported to wasn't the Seer of the Hive.

In fact, that fortune teller was already his third body in this world.

The first one is the body he is currently inhabiting.

The good news is that he traveled through time and became the ruler of a galactic superpower civilization.

His rule was incredibly secure; a million planets were ruled in his name, and their inhabitants devoutly believed in him.

His lifespan is incredibly long; he is an immortal being, having survived from the dawn of human civilization to the fortieth millennium, and will continue to live even longer.

He also possesses the world's most powerful combat strength; he can stand alongside the gods and even defeat them.

He was in a perfectly safe place, protected by an extraordinary royal guard of nearly ten thousand bio-alchemists.

And throughout the entire galaxy, millions of cyborg warriors are loyal to him...

Bad news,

He was the emperor of mankind.

Ten thousand years ago, when humanity's golden age ended, the terrors of the old night ravaged different worlds, and the once glorious human civilization was fragmented into lost pieces scattered across galaxies.

The immortal human known as the Emperor embarked on a Great Crusade from an ancient planet called Terra, or rather Earth, leading twenty offspring who inherited his extraordinary genetic sequence and were known as the Primarchs, along with the Astartes who inherited the Primarch's genetic sequence, to once again conquer the galaxy.

However, the Chaos Four, lurking in the warp behind reality, corrupted the Primarch Horus Lupecal, prompting Horus to lead half the Primarchs and the Astartes in a great rebellion. After the final battle with Horus, the Emperor of Man was forced to sit on the Golden Throne to prolong humanity's existence, enduring the torment of this horrific instrument of torture for millennia...

Zhou Yun had transmigrated into the body of that human emperor.

He desperately wanted to cry like a jerk whose toes had been stepped on, but his eyeballs had already been scorched and shrunken by the heat of the golden throne, and he couldn't shed a single tear.

Zhou Yun really didn't understand.

In his past life, although he was a hammer user, he was by no means loyal. The most loyal act he could have done was choosing the Emperor over Slaanesh's lewd pictures.

Why?

Why the hell did those weasels have to drag him down as a scapegoat?!

Why not recruit those who claim to be loyal but never actually go when asked?

Calm down and think about it; at least I wasn't reincarnated as one of the more unfortunate or miserable people in the Warhammer universe...

Are there... are there such people?

Even throughout the entire Warhammer 40 universe, it seems there's no one more unfortunate or tormented than the Emperor?!

Compared to the extreme pain brought by the Golden Throne, even Slaanesh, the demon who loves pain and masochism, would say that the throne terrifies Slaanesh's soul. I'm an outsider to the demon world.

The only thing that gave Zhou Yun some comfort was that he could occasionally "escape" from the golden throne.

His will can extend from the golden throne, reside in the corpse of a recently deceased person, thereby escaping this golden instrument of torture and walking normally among mortals.

Zhou Yun couldn't tell whether this was an ability that the emperor originally possessed, or a vacation that the weasel had given him out of a moment of conscience, or perhaps it was his cheat code as a transmigrator.

Zhou Yun couldn't explain these things clearly, but he definitely knew what to do; it was as if it were his instinct.

It just takes some time and luck; he only succeeded twice during the time he traveled from.

He first awoke in the body of a forest hunter, his memories fragmented. He found himself in a dark, dense forest, teeming with bizarre wild beasts. For a moment, he thought he had transmigrated a second time. He survived for over a month in that forest, drinking stream water and eating herbs, before being killed by a giant beast that suddenly appeared.

The second time, the one just now, he transmigrated into the body of a diviner in the Nest City—his extended will seemed unable to take away the Emperor's spiritual power.

However, it seems that the abilities of other bodies besides the Emperor's can also be used by the new body. When Zhou Yun acts as the Nest City Diviner, he can still use the stealth and hunting skills he learned from the Forest Hunter.

The torment from the Golden Throne made Zhou Yun lose the will to continue thinking about his abilities. The excruciating pain was like a whip urging him to quickly use his abilities to escape the torment of the Golden Throne.

He focused his mind and gazed at the sea of ​​souls known as the subspace.

Pure energy rippled through the warp, and Zhou Yun could see sparks of starlight reflected in it.

Those are the projections of mortals in the subspace. Almost all intelligent beings with spirits have projections in the subspace, though some are dim and some are bright.

Mortals are like sparks, psionicists are like torches... and Zhou Yun, or rather the Emperor, is a pitch-black sun.

Zhou Yun's gaze swept across the countless sparks, searching for an opportunity to escape the Golden Throne.

The torment of the Golden Throne and the characteristics of the warp blurred his perception of time.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally felt the pull of reality on a dying flame.

This pull grew stronger as his gaze lingered, as if reality were extending its tentacles, attempting to drag his consciousness from the subspace back into reality, binding it back into its material form.

Zhou Yun did not resist this pull, but surrendered to its gravity and fell towards reality. The pain gradually faded away from him, and the powerlessness and strength brought by the emperor's withered body were simultaneously left on the distant golden throne.

He could feel his bones hardening again, instead of becoming brittle from the intense heat.

He also felt the temperature of his flesh drop, it become moist again, and blood begin to flow from his veins.

His shriveled, raisin-like eyes were filled with aqueous humor, and the lenses began to capture light once more.

Zhou Yun slightly opened his mouth, and specks of golden light emerged from his throat. Blazing golden flames flowed from his body, tearing apart every cell, burning every inch of flesh, and utterly destroying the corpse.

In an instant, Zhou Yun turned to ashes.

Then, in the next moment, the flames, which did not seem to be products of the material universe, dragged the ashes and reshaped the body exactly as it was, except that the will within the body was replaced by Zhou Yun's.

Zhou Yun guessed that the flames were transmitted from the golden throne, belonging to the emperor's spiritual energy.

However, this spiritual energy can only reshape the corpse, removing the fatal damage and allowing Zhou Yun's will to enter it; it has no other effect.

Zhou Yun opened his mouth, wanting to take a deep breath and feel his lungs fill with air again.

But he failed.

Zhou Yun realized as soon as he opened his eyes that his current perspective was very high. At first, he thought it was because the corpse he had entered was very tall.

But now, feeling the rope tightening around his neck, Zhou Yun understood how the guy his consciousness was inhabiting had died.

He was playing tug-of-war with the ceiling using his neck.