Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

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A body that can be entered... not sensed on the golden throne, but seen in the storm of blue and gold...

Zhou Yun had himself on the golden throne memorize the location of that planet, and then quickly withdrew the bit of will he had infiltrated into the child's mind.

Reality returned to its stable state, the mirror was restored to its original state, the bricks and stones were rebuilt to form the room, dust drifted in the flowing air, and the light and shadow cast by the setting sun moved slowly, as if everything that had just happened was merely Zhou Yun's illusion.

But Zhou Yun understood that if he had gone any deeper and pierced through the child's outermost layer of thought, the terrifying subspace power within the child's body would have surged into reality according to Zhou Yun's will, tearing Zhou Yun's brain tissue into mush.

Now, Zhou Yun was certain of his guess: the person behind the mirror couldn't possibly be that Marcus Guilliman's fortieth illegitimate son—unless Marcus was an emperor walking among men or he had been cuckolded by the emperor.

Such a powerful subspace projection means that the person behind the mirror is undoubtedly the Primarch Robert Guilliman.

But... something's not right. That feeling... is a bit scary. If an ordinary person were to glimpse that cold, multi-threaded thinking, they would probably be driven mad by it.

"What did you do?" A cold, indifferent voice, almost devoid of emotion, rang in Zhou Yun's ears.

He's been discovered... No, Robert Guilliman, let alone now, has never received any psionic training from childhood to adulthood. Among all the Primarchs, he is the most illiterate about the warp.

Rus has his mysterious runes, Chagatai Khan has his own divine way, Angron could sense the pain of others before he was hit with nails, and even Mortarion, the anti-psychic vanguard, is skilled in numerology.

Guilliman's only psionic attack method in the future was the Emperor's flaming straight sword, which could kill demons.

He wasn't perceiving Zhou Yun's actions on a psychic level.

Was it instinct? Or did he observe Zhou Yun's expression? Or perhaps a subtle secondary phenomenon of psionic energy caught his attention?

He didn't even know the extent to which Guilliman had sensed it, nor did Guilliman tell him. He only told Zhou Yun that he knew, but didn't say what he knew.

This sense of the unknown is actually a powerful source of pressure, especially the threat that can be clearly perceived even through the mirror—the kind of threat a lion poses to an antelope...

If Zhou Yun's will hadn't been tempered by the Golden Throne, he might have fled like Cicero.

"Want to learn?" Zhou Yun simply replied with a smile.

The air fell silent once again.

Mrs. Euton looked blankly at her child, and also blankly at Zhou Yun.

What are you going to learn...? She didn't quite understand what the two of them were talking about.

But she sensed that this teacher was extraordinary; he showed no fear of the child whatsoever...

Zhou Yun was carefully considering whether he should lay all his cards on the table and tell Guilliman everything about the future and the Emperor.

If, if it were the future Robert Guilliman, the one most like a human, Zhou Yun might actually risk doing this.

But this child... he seems to be a human-machine interface.

Zhou Yun had only glimpsed his superficial thoughts and sensed a chilling indifference and coldness within them. He was not yet the Robert Guilliman of the future; a large part of his mind still belonged to the Thirteenth Primarch created by the Emperor.

In a sense, he is much like the emperor of the thirtieth millennium: he loves all mankind, but not specific people, or rather, he has not yet learned to love.

He may be a Primarch who can make Macragge, Alterama, and the galaxy better, but he will never be the one who can make everyone better.

If Zhou Yun reveals everything, what choice will Guilliman make? How will he view Zhou Yun?

As soon as Zhou Yun slightly activated his precognitive talent, he felt alarm bells ringing in his heart.

We must calm down and teach him little by little, subtly influencing him and reminding him of future dangers without him even realizing it.

Of course, most importantly, I pray that His Excellency Connor, this truly great educator, can quickly correct this damn child.

"What do you think of Ottara?" A calm, indifferent voice rang in Zhou Yun's ears.

"Five hundred worlds..." Zhou Yun blurted out, then his expression twisted into a grimace.

Although he did not use psionic powers, Guilliman seemed to have gotten Zhou Yun to speak his mind without hesitation through pure questioning skills—the timing of the question, seizing the moment when Zhou Yun's thoughts were racing, the sudden question, and the carefully designed tone.

"...Five hundred worlds." The child's voice rose slightly, as if he was extremely interested in Zhou Yun's words.

It's like when a parent takes out the toy their child has been longing for...

"Your thoughts are the same as mine." Guilliman's voice carried a sincerity: "It's about having five hundred worlds, with Macragge as the core, expanding outwards to form a new core of Ultramar... You know there need to be five hundred worlds, so you must have carefully studied the ancient star charts of the Golden Age, right? You understand the role of each of those five hundred worlds, right? And do you understand the role of these five hundred worlds in the galaxy?"

Upon hearing Guilliman's words, Zhou Yun immediately understood: Robert Guilliman already had a vision for the future five hundred worlds at this point in time, and he had even finalized the list of these five hundred worlds and the roles they would play.

And what role do these five hundred worlds play in the Milky Way...?

"It is a beacon, a model." Zhou Yun said solemnly to Guilliman behind the mirror, "The five hundred worlds of Altera will be a template, a model for all mankind. Everyone who looks at Altera will know how they should live, how they should develop, and what level they can reach."

"He will be a ray of light in the dark ages, a hope in the times of suffering. People look to Altramar and move toward Altramar, both spiritually and materially. Altramar will become a new human empire."

"The theory is possible," Guilliman's voice rang out, carrying a clear sense of approval.

He would certainly approve, as this ambitious rhetoric was Guilliman's own idea, which later became his guiding principle in creating the Second Reich, a disloyal and unjust entity that all three Primarchies considered a dark chapter in their history.

Zhou Yun had just used telepathic spiritual energy to forcibly extract this passage from his past life's memories and then relayed it to Guilliman.

"Then..." Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment, "If, and I mean if, in the future, humanity's political power is reunified, and someone takes advantage of the crisis facing the human empire to establish a new separatist empire centered around Alteramar, how would you evaluate that?"

"This behavior is undoubtedly a crime, a betrayal of humanity and even of Ottama itself, and a purely ambitious act. Only the most ambitious person could do such a shameless thing," Guilliman commented bluntly from behind the mirror.

What should I do?! I really want to record this!