Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0058 The Gladiators' Rebellion

"I can only share some information that we know with you."

Onomamus exhaled and said:

"The Worm Eye can only be used at a maximum of sixteen units at the same time, and each unit can only carry one anesthetic. — A brother who used to be a mechanic once guessed that the original design of the Worm Eye did not have the function of firing anesthetic, nor did it have space reserved for storing anesthetic. It was later modified by advanced riders, and firing one anesthetic was the limit."

"In other words, the anesthetic can only be fired sixteen times, while the electric current seems to be able to be fired indefinitely. It's unclear where the energy source comes from."

"What about those AIs?" Zhou Yun glanced at the AIs guarding the entrance to the cave.

"The current released by these omnics is similar to that of the worm's eye, suggesting that they share the same energy source, but we have never seen these omnics charge."

Onomamus also glanced at the omnics:

"Some brothers once tried to break out directly, and these machines took three or four seconds to react. It is speculated that they are mostly in low-power standby mode, and only activate when they are escorting us to the arena or when we are escaping."

"So, what is the structure of this arena? Where can we escape from?" Zhou Yun gradually realized that Onomamus was not acting recklessly; he was actually gathering information and acting cautiously.

"No high-ranking rider has ever come into the arena in person, nor has a single free man ever entered."

"And every gladiator wakes up on the red sands of the arena."

"So we speculate that there is no real exit inside the arena. The only way to the outside world is through the red sand. From there, you can pass through the force field and escape from the audience area."

At this point, Onomamus reached into his robes and pulled out an old but well-preserved roll of cloth with a map drawn on it in charcoal.

"This is a drawing made from the memories of brothers who were once free men and came to the arena."

"There are eight passageways leading out from the audience area, which could allow us to escape into the city of Daisy."

Onomamus pointed to the map, outside the arena.

They even roughly drew a map of the city of Daisia.

"You see, the entire city of Daisia, like other cities in Nuseria, is built around the arena, with eight avenues extending from it to the eight city gates."

"In addition, there are intricate alleyways between the main roads, like a dense network. Although the map may be somewhat outdated, the overall layout will remain unchanged. We can then infiltrate the complex streets and alleys, and someone will eventually escape."

Zhou Yun stared at the map, stroking his chin in thought.

"What about the force field? How do you get through a force field?"

Onomamus and Kleist exchanged a glance.

"There is a way to break through the force field. The technology of that force field is different from that of the Worm Eye and the Guardian Omnic; it is much weaker."

Onomamus said:

"Before Angron, there was another champion in this arena, we all called him Old Kress."

"Old Kress was implanted with the Butcher's Nail by the high-ranking riders. In his rage, he killed so many beastmen that the piles of flesh piled up into a small mountain, and he even climbed over the walls of the arena and fought his way to the force field."

"Before he was completely consumed by anger, he told me his findings: those force fields were powered by heavy cables and generated by dozens of force field generators installed in front of the audience seats, and according to his experiments, the force fields became thinner and more fragile as you went up."

"later......"

"Later, I joined our big family. When I heard the news, I used a spear to scale the wall, dodged the anesthetic and electric current, and stood in front of the force field just like old Kress."

"Then, I leaped from the wall and threw the spear at the apex of the force field, which visibly trembled."

Kleist patted his two legs, which had been severed:

"How about the information I traded my two legs for?"

"My strength is enough to make the force field tremble. If... if Angron could be as agile as me, smaller in size, and able to dodge anesthetics and electric currents, if he could fly, he could smash the top of that force field hard, and that force field would definitely shatter."

"Zhou Yun, Old Zhou, brother, can your witchcraft do that?"

"If we were in the arena, I could make Angron float..."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, then said in a voice tinged with admiration:

"You guys are actually able to gather intelligence to this extent."

"Thirty-five years, brother." Onomamus grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth. "Thirty-five years have passed since I was thrown into this arena, and I've been thinking about how to escape every single moment."

"Before me, there was old Kress, forty years ago. Before old Kress, there was old Mayo, thirty years ago. And before old Mayo, there were definitely others."

"The high-ranking riders threw us into this pit, thinking they could enslave us forever, but the resistance will never end. We will accumulate little by little, and in the end, we will not only make those high and mighty guys suffer once, but we will completely destroy them."

"If we are eventually able to leave this place, we will unite with the poor free people in the city."

"You and Anglon may not know, but many of those in the audience are just poor people in the city. They also have a hard life. Every day they wake up and have to fight with others for fewer resources than yesterday. There is no way out, only bottomless despair."

"We gladiators are the anesthetic the high-ranking riders use to numb them. They can continue to live in a daze while watching our horrific deaths—but they are not our enemies. The real monsters are those high-ranking riders."

"As long as we incite resistance, we can awaken the free people from their daze. They will become our allies, and together we will have a chance to overthrow the high riders."

As Zhou Yun listened to Onomamus's words, he realized that the old gladiator had really thought things through carefully. He was genuinely organizing an uprising, a revolution, not just a simple riot.

But... Zhou Yun let out a soft breath.

In the original course of history, Onomames died.

Angron, who had been implanted with the Butcher's Nail by a high-ranking rider, killed Onomamus after being consumed by rage.

That tragedy, along with the Butcher's Nail, destroyed Angron and all of Onomamus's plans.

In the end, Angron led the gladiators to escape the arena, but instead of uniting with the free people, he led the gladiators to destroy arenas in cities, liberating many gladiators.

They did inflict heavy losses on the high-ranking riders, but a war fought by a small number of gladiators was unsustainable. They eventually became exhausted and were surrounded and killed by the higher-ranking riders...

"The key now is how we break through the omnic blockade, how we break through the worm's eye, and how we escape from the high-level riders' encirclement and suppression after shattering the force field."

"Yes," Onomamus nodded.

Zhou Yun pondered for a moment.

"Then I have two things to do today."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun looked at Anglong, who had remained silent:

"Angron, I need to examine your body."