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Chapter 92 Guilliman: I want to write a holy book for gladiators
Chapter 93 Guilliman: I Want to Write a Holy Scripture for Gladiators
A damp, cold white mist rose, blurring the world. Water droplets clung to Flami's face, and the chill seeped into his muscles through his pores, causing him to shiver on horseback.
He reached out and wiped the water droplets from his face, then looked ahead.
Two or three free soldiers lined up in a row, forming a long line that stretched out before Flami's eyes, extending deep into the fog, with no end in sight.
He turned his head and looked behind him, only to see the same scene... This made him slightly dizzy, giving him the illusion that the world was just an ever-extending passage, and that he would walk along it forever.
The only ones who can shatter this illusion are the high-level riders.
Deepak was not far behind him, taking up the space that would normally be occupied by two or three people.
He sat on the sofa supported by silver vines, wiping the cold, wet droplets from his face with a frustrated expression, seemingly getting worse and worse.
In addition, a few other high-level riders were scattered throughout the group, like blemishes on this orderly formation, cutting the long snake that was moving along the narrow plain between the mountains and the lake into several scattered segments.
Flammy turned his head and watched the army advance, feeling as if he were going to a funeral.
It's a good thing their opponents were just some gladiators.
If the opponent were a different army, their commander would certainly not let this opportunity pass.
All we need to do is set up an ambush force ahead, at the junction of the lake and the mountains to the east... No, it's not just that.
Flammy turned his head and looked at the hillside beside him.
If it were him, in addition to arranging an ambush ahead, he would also command his troops to circle around to the top of the mountain and charge down from there.
Thinking of this, Flami couldn't help but shudder.
That won't happen!
This requires an exceptional level of teamwork among the soldiers, something gladiators could never achieve.
But he still felt worried and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Deepak not far away, and at the worm eye flying beside Deepak.
"Sir, may I use my eyes to see the situation on the mountain?" Flami tried to keep his voice as respectful and humble as possible.
Deepak glanced at Flammy.
"Get out," Deepak yelled.
Flammy quickly lowered his head, then turned away, not daring to mention it again.
Deepak looked at Flammy walking ahead with disdain.
This free man has actually taken command of him.
Deepak, of course, wouldn't let his worm eyes see what was happening on the mountain.
Now he only has eight Worm Eyes left, and they are low on energy. How can he waste them so easily?
These freemen are truly lawless... In fact, besides the gladiators, Deepak is also very worried about these freemen.
If they realized... realized that high-level riders were currently lacking in weapon energy, and that this would lead to a rebellion... Deepak didn't even want to think about it, so he was even more unwilling to let the Eye of the Worm leave his side.
"Front!"
"Don't rush forward, there are flames!"
"Gladiators! Gladiators! It's gladiators!"
Suddenly, the procession stopped abruptly. The noise came from the front to the back, and in the thick fog in the distance, a few flickering lights could be vaguely seen.
"Don't panic! Hold the line! Everyone! Damn it!"
Flammy's shouts rang out, and before he could even make contact with the gladiators, the free men at the front crowded together, while the free men behind, unaware of what was happening ahead, continued to rush forward.
A pale mist surged, and suddenly, gladiators clad in leather armor, with muscular builds and resembling ghostly figures, charged out from the front. They held swords and shields, forming a solid formation, and spears thrust out from behind them, piercing through the shield wall and heading straight for the free people.
The freemen at the front were unable to dodge in time and were stabbed with bloody holes.
A chilling wail echoed through the pale mist, and the free men in the front ranks retreated in panic, colliding with those behind them, while the gladiators advanced in orderly fashion, slaughtering the free men with spears and swords.
"Stand still, don't move forward!" Flami shouted, knowing that the gladiators couldn't keep charging forward indefinitely.
They will grow tired, they will become weary, and they will be hindered by the corpses piled on the ground. It is cruel, but as long as enough free men die at the front, they can stop the gladiators...
"Get out of here! Anyone who dares to back down! Charge!!"
Before Flammy could finish speaking, a sharp, angry roar erupted from the worm's eye in mid-air, and electricity surged forth, shooting towards the free people who were trying to retreat.
Deepak was clearly unhappy with the Freemen's retreat...
Chaos, and even greater chaos, began to erupt. The free people dared not advance or retreat, and it eventually turned into a rout.
They screamed and broke formation, rushing madly into the icy lake beside them. Some freemen who were advancing along the mountainside tried to climb the slope to escape the meat grinder in front of them. Wailing cries rang out from the hillside as the body of a freeman who was trying to escape was thrown down the hillside.
Ghostly figures appeared on the hillside, and the gladiators let out cruel battle cries.
Flami looked terrified.
The gladiators were indeed lying in ambush on the hillside.
Those bloodthirsty beasts, far superior to the Free People, roared and charged down the hillside, rushing towards the Free People's thin, serpentine formation.
The free people, who had originally tried to rush up the hillside to escape, wailed as they charged down the hillside, crashing into their own army formation and piling up as they moved toward the lake.
Slaughter ensued; gladiators poured into the free people like a meat grinder, blood splashing like waves in the pale mist, heads flying through the air, and corpses falling into the icy lake.
"Bastard! Bastard!" Deepak screamed as lightning began to crackle on the worm eyes beside him. A slender, graceful figure leaped into the air, seemingly unrestrained by gravity. Her legs, now replaced with blades, gleamed coldly in the mist and pierced through a worm eye in an instant.
At the same time, Kleist, wielding his spear, shot down another worm eye that was even closer.
Deepak hurriedly controlled the other Worm Eyes to try to shoot down Kleist in mid-air, but invisible blades suddenly shot out from the mountain, and two more Worm Eyes fell down.
Almost at the same time, a figure that was much taller and larger than a normal human emerged from the pale mist.
The Angron Mist was torn apart, and several freemen who still tried to resist were ripped into mincemeat by the ensuing axe blades.
Meanwhile, in the distance, to the west, at the very end of the procession, came cries of agony.
The gladiators circled around the mountain and began to press the Free People's Army from three directions, pushing them toward the icy lake.
A high-ranking rider screamed as his head flew into the air, and the figure of the old bear Onomamus emerged from the mist.
We're doomed...
The thought popped into Flammy's mind.
He looked at Deepak and found that Deepak was trembling with fear on the sofa.
That piece of trash! Use his Worm Eye to paralyze Angron! What are you trembling about?
Clearly, Deepak was terrified by the sudden attack and was still in a state of shock and fear.
Flammy took a deep breath, steered his horse through the crowd of free men, and came to Deepak's side.
"My lord, our army has been defeated!"
"Let's run! I'll escort you out! I know a way to escape this hellhole!"
Upon hearing this, Deepak turned around with a look of surprise and looked at Flammy.
"What method is it?"
Deepak saw a cleaver that gleamed with a cold, icy light.
Flami gripped the knife tightly in his hand, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, which were set between his wrinkled skin.
The blade came crashing down, severing Deepak's neck cleanly.
Flammy grabbed the silver chain off Deepak's head and lifted Deepak's still terrified head high, displaying it to the charging gladiators.
"We surrender! We surrender!!!"
"Just as you predicted." Zhou Yun smiled as he looked at the mirror in front of him. "Winning was easy; only a few brothers were injured by the electric shock from the Worm Eye."
"It's good that no one was injured. Let the gladiators take over the supplies. Make me a form, and I'll teach you how to reorganize the free people."
A child's voice came from behind the mirror.
As Zhou Yun was making a table, her expression stiffened slightly.
It wasn't that he didn't want to do it; he understood that it was necessary. It was just that, for some reason, he felt a strong sense of unease creeping over him.
In particular, Zhou Yun was the only gladiator who could make spreadsheets, and he suddenly felt that a lot of work was about to fall on his shoulders.
"By the way, I'm planning to write a guide for gladiators, instructing them on how to act without my command. What do you think would be a good name for this guide?"
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Zhou Yun felt the sense of déjà vu getting stronger and stronger.
In the future, Robert Guilliman will also write a guide to instruct the military operations of the Astartes. In addition to making requirements for the organization of the Astartes and destroying nine legions in one fell swoop, he also meticulously planned how the Astartes should act in different situations.
This guide was indeed very valuable when it was written, as it helped Astartes transition from the Legion era to the Warband era and prevented a rebellion on the scale of the Horus Rebellion from happening again.
What is frightening is that this guide was used for a full ten thousand years. When Robert Guilliman recovered from his near-death experience and returned to the Empire, the guide was still in use, and Guilliman discovered that the holy book had hardly been changed a single word in those ten thousand years.
This guide is none other than the famous "Astartes Codex," the toilet paper that space wolves love to use when they poop.
Upon waking, Robert Guilliman began to regret writing the Astartes Codex, which had rigidified the military operations of the Astartes and made them unable to adapt to the ever-changing situation of the Empire.
His response was to write another book, the "Imperial Codex," which could guide the actions of every level of the empire from top to bottom.
It's like worrying that there's no toilet paper in the bathroom for a space wolf.
"How about we call it the Holy Scripture?" Although he mentally mocked the future "Astartes Holy Scripture," Zhou Yun understood even more the value of such a guide to the gladiators—more importantly, the Holy Scripture itself was not the problem; the problem was that Guilliman, who could update the Holy Scripture, was dead.
Guilliman is alive now, so there's no need to worry about the scriptures becoming stagnant.
"Holy Scripture... a good name. I'll finish it in a while." Behind the mirror, the child's voice rose slightly, seemingly satisfied with the name Holy Scripture.
Zhou Yun nodded, considering whether to introduce future enemies like the Necromancers and the Tyranid Swarm to Guilliman in the following lessons, so that Guilliman could take these situations into account when writing the Astartes Codex.
"Well then, that concludes today's lesson." Zhou Yun looked out the window; the sun had already dipped below the summit of Mount Hera, and the entire city of Macragge was shrouded in the shadow of that high mountain.
After sorting out the radiation levels, calming the free citizens down, and completing the forms, it will be time for tomorrow's classes to begin.
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A sense of crisis suddenly rose in Zhou Yun's heart. His precognitive talent sounded the alarm, and a fragment of the future flashed before his eyes.
A laser, a laser beam shattered his skull.
Zhou Yun almost immediately activated his force field shield.