Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0066 If your god says: I am not a god

What is the cursed one doing?

The God of Blood could not understand why His will moved in and out of Nuseria, and why He repeatedly protected the gladiators' souls as they ascended to the Golden Throne.

Want to save those insignificant souls?

Or was it simply a desire to burn His demons in order to vent his anger?

Anger is a good emotion, and the God of Blood is pleased that the cursed understand the value of anger.

But His purpose didn't seem to be to vent his anger.

The demons were indeed burned time and time again, and many were indeed destroyed by Him. Even their existence was erased in the present, future, and past.

But His demons are anger, belligerence, and bloodlust, not stupidity, idiocy, and wildness.

After the cursed beings repeated this several times, the demons gradually discovered the pattern: the cursed beings' will would only rise randomly in Dicia's arena, and they only needed to avoid Dicia's arena.

It was just a sacrifice in the arena; it wasn't a great loss for Him or the demons.

As for the loss of Nuseria's high-ranking riders, Blood God did not care.

Those people have forgotten the importance of shedding blood and killing for far too long.

In the council chamber of Diya's palace, which was filled with extravagant decorations.

Suryaprakash Badr Tarka, the ruler of the First Family, the leader of the War Council of Nuseria, the Great Lord of Glory and Blood, or simply Suryapra, was frowning as he looked at his council members.

Deepak, the grand gladiator, was barefoot, with his feet resting on a finely embroidered wool carpet presented as tribute from the mountains. With his greasy fingers, he picked up a juicy grape from a porcelain bowl on the table, a gift from the equatorial city-state, and put it into his mouth.

Plaka, his prime minister, that gaunt, lustful old man, was admiring the screen presented by the Coastal Union, inlaid with pearls, shells, and corals, pointing at the scenes depicting the glory of the Tarka family.

Lasita, thank goodness, his personal guard general was at least presentable, looking worried like Sopra. Sopra hoped that she and he were worried about the same thing, not the feud between the male concubines in the house.

How could the once glorious Talka family have fallen to such a state?

The ancestor Tarka I was of noble lineage, born into the royal family of the First Kingdom among the stars. He was carried by eighty-eight suns to Nuseria, where he opened the first treasury of the First Kingdom, built the city of Dacia, and constructed the Great Colosseum. Modern Nuseria thus came into being.

Today, most of the descendants of the Talka family have become hedonistic, extravagant, and licentious individuals.

One day, he will surely restore the glory of the Talka family and restore the nobility of the bloodline of Talka I.

Supra sighed softly and addressed the crowd in the council chamber, saying, "More and more Silvervines are ceasing operations these days."

Silver vines are the most commonly used implants by high-ranking riders. These silver metallic vines are their vehicles, armor, and weapons; they are everything to high-ranking riders.

But recently, more and more Silvervine has mysteriously stopped operating.

Besides the Silver Vine, many other weapons unearthed from the First Kingdom's armory have also ceased operation.

Supra looked at his prime minister, Praka.

"Yes, why?" Plaka said blankly.

Shouldn't it be your responsibility to answer this question?

Supra was furious.

"It seems there's a problem in the Grand Arena," said General Lasita of the Royal Guard. "Deapak."

As he spoke, Lasita looked at the person in charge of the Grand Arena.

Supra also cast his gaze in that direction.

Deepak's pale fingers twisted together: "My radiance, my lord, you know, the arena has always been running smoothly."

"Every fight is bloody, every kill is met with cheers, and we even have a new champion."

If Zhou Yun were here, he would realize that the pale, fat man's voice was exactly the same as the one in the worm's eye.

Supera had to admit that Deepak was right; the arena had indeed reaped more bloodshed, more bloodthirsty cheers, and a new champion.

That gladiator and wizard named Zhou Yun has now become a champion no less than Angron and Onomamus.

His killings were swift and decisive; his opponents often didn't even have time to react before their lives were taken by an invisible blade.

This novel depiction of bloodshed elicited cheers from many spectators.

But if the Grand Arena is not the problem, then where does the problem lie?

Surely it's not that the gods have a problem?

Supra shook his head, denying the possibility.

It must be a major arena; something went wrong with Deepak's work.

"Perhaps..." Deepak hesitated for a moment, "Perhaps the gods still feel that our gladiatorial combat is not brutal enough, not bloodthirsty enough?"

Supra's gaze returned to Deepak.

"My Mingguang, do you remember? There are still a few old guys being held in the deep dungeons of the arena. Those old guys have nails implanted in them, they're crazy, bloodthirsty, and strong."

"Perhaps we can make use of these trash and have them engage in a bloody battle with our three champions."

"Is that all? Will that please the gods?" Super asked, frowning.

"Of course it's not just that, my Bright Light."

Deepak smiled.

"I've prepared an even more spectacular battle."

"I guarantee you and the gods will be heartbroken and your blood will boil."

......

Yesterday, we learned how to make a phone call.

"You must remember those things well; they are crucial knowledge that you will need to pass on to others later, especially the red-skinned, one-eyed giant."

The child behind the mirror couldn't help but sigh.

Yesterday, Zhou Yun really taught him some things to keep in mind when making phone calls.

Don't call your dad while he's working, don't call him when he's going in and out of pipes, don't call him when your brother betrays you, don't call him when a well-meaning person says they can boost your phone signal, don't call him when you're a red-skinned, one-eyed Oglin...

It all sounded like utter nonsense, making one wonder if Zhou Yun was just there to scam extra money for teaching hours.

However, he could tell from Zhou Yun's joking words that Zhou Yun was serious, so he chose to endure and pondered the deeper meaning of his words all night.

He even asked Mr. Connor why his father couldn't make phone calls while going in and out of the pipes.

His Excellency Connor's expression at the time was somewhat complicated.

"Today, we will learn about faith."

Zhou Yun said to the child behind the mirror:

"If the god you believe in tells you, 'I am not a god,' how should you respond?"

"Option A: No! I don't believe it! He must be God, and I will build a great city to worship Him!"

"Option B, yes, he's right, he's not a god, there are no gods or supernatural abilities in this world."

"Option C, okay, okay, since He said so, then He is not God, we call Him the Father."

"Option D? What the hell is that? What's wrong with his brain? Never mind him, let's go speeding!"