Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

The void shattered.

This was Qin Mo's last sensation before losing consciousness.

Qin Mo, a renowned evil cultivator in the Xuanhuang Realm and a peak Mahayana cultivator known as the Myriad Souls Daoist, has spent his life collecting the souls of all the evil people in the world. He uses the Myriad Souls Banner to suppress the souls of countless evil cultivators, making him a fearsome figure throughout the entire cultivation world.

But he never expected that when he was undergoing the final tribulation and trying to break through the void to ascend to the immortal realm, something went wrong.

Just as he withstood the thirteenth tribulation lightning, a spatial rift he had never seen before appeared—as if something had torn open a hole in another dimension, which resonated with the spatial tremors he had caused during his tribulation.

Then, he was swallowed.

……

"Cough cough..."

When Qin Mo opened his eyes, all he saw was a gray, desolate sky.

It was a sight he had never seen before.

Above the sky, a huge purple crack was slowly widening, as if the sky itself had been torn apart by some force.

Deep within the cracks surged a nauseating color—not any normal color, but a distorted light imbued with intense malice.

Qin Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.

He could sense the terrifying energy contained behind the rift, a power filled with endless negative emotions: anger, greed, depravity, despair... all the darkest emotions intertwined into a chaotic ocean behind that rift.

"Where is this place?"

Qin Mo pressed his temple, quickly checking his condition.

His cultivation level was still intact, and the spiritual power at the peak of the Mahayana stage circulated normally within his body.

Behind him, a huge banner, entirely black and emanating a dark aura, floated silently.

This is his natal magic weapon, the Myriad Soul Banner, a peak-level Mahayana stage artifact. It is also the origin of his reputation as an "evil cultivator."

However, unlike most evil cultivators who use living souls to refine magical artifacts and take pleasure in slaughtering cities and destroying countries, Qin Mo, although he cultivates the demonic path, takes an unorthodox approach, and refines soul banners, always has rules for extracting souls.

He takes in the most wicked and evil people, and those who commit numerous evil deeds. If any fellow practitioners of heretical cultivation fall into his hands, he will leave none alive.

He often said that others use all the people in the world as firewood, while he uses animals as lamps.

Therefore, his reputation in the cultivation world is extremely complicated.

The righteous path condemned him as a heretic and evil, while the evil path condemned him for disregarding rules. Yet, ordinary people secretly built temples and offered memorial tablets to him.

Qin Mo simply couldn't be bothered with such things.

On that pitch-black banner, countless souls with distorted faces were tumbling and wailing.

Those were the more than 130 million evil souls he had collected in his lifetime, including quite a few souls of evil cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage.

After confirming that he was unharmed, Qin Mo looked around.

Beneath his feet lay scorched earth, plowed countless times by artillery fire. Everywhere were huge shell craters, burning debris, and scattered...some kind of metal implements he had never seen before.

In the distance, booming sounds and explosions rose and fell, and the earth continued to tremble.

Qin Mo's divine sense spread outwards, instantly covering an area of ​​dozens of miles in radius.

His expression changed slightly.

"The laws of space are in disarray, the secrets of heaven are chaotic, and the principles governing the movement of stars are all different... Interesting."

Qin Mo looked up at the enormous rift tearing through the sky, his brows furrowing slightly.

There is no spiritual energy here.

Or rather, there is almost no spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the normal sense.

What filled the world was a chaotic, filthy, and frenzied force.

If an ordinary cultivator were to rashly absorb it, at best they would suffer from demonic possession, and at worst their soul would mutate, turning them into a monster that is neither human nor ghost.

But for Qin Mo, this place, though disgusting, was not dangerous.

What truly concerned him was the overwhelming malice emanating from afar, and the group of... strange mortals on the other side.

On the defensive line built of steel ruins, soldiers in khaki uniforms are making a last stand, relying on trenches, bunkers, and armor wreckage.

Their faces were exhausted, their eyes sunken, and some even had blood-soaked bandages wrapped around their bodies, yet they were still roaring and firing.

Its equipment seemed quite strange to Qin Mo, like a mechanical creation of an ordinary person, yet it could shoot out energy beams with considerable power.

Before these mortal armies lay an endless array of monsters.

There are corrupt soldiers clad in filthy armor, grotesque demons whose bodies are constantly sprouting eyeballs, tentacles, and fangs, and towering demons engulfed in eerie flames.

"An extraterrestrial demon?"

A hint of joy appeared in Qin Mo's eyes.

This level of negative emotion, this pure and outrageously evil aura, is simply the perfect material for the Myriad Souls Banner.

And this is Cardia, the front line of the Thirteenth Black Crusade, the human empire's defense against Chaos.

With a wave of his sleeve, Qin Mo transformed into a wisp of black smoke and instantly appeared in front of the group of people.

"Ho—!"

A gasp of surprise rang out.

Qin Mo looked down and saw about thirty or forty human soldiers crammed behind the fortifications.

They held some kind of weapon in their hands and were now pointing it at Qin Mo with terrified expressions.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group had a resolute face, a hideous scar above his left eye, and an insignia on his shoulder armor that was slightly different from the others, making him appear to be a leader.

He gripped a chainsaw sword and a pistol-like weapon tightly in his hand, the muzzle pointed directly at Qin Mo.

But Qin Mo noticed that the man's hands were trembling slightly, not from fear, but from exhaustion.

His aura was extremely weak, indicating that he had been fighting for a long time.

"Hey, where is this place? Tell me quickly." Qin Mo used his divine sense to translate his thoughts into a language the other party could understand, and said coldly.

He paused, then slightly raised his hand, and the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls appeared in response.

A gigantic, pitch-black banner unfurled out of thin air, its surface writhing with ghostly figures, countless twisted souls churning and howling within. A chilling, eerie aura instantly spread outwards.

"Otherwise, I will collect your souls into my Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, so that you will never be reincarnated and can only fight and kill for me day and night."

Qin Mo thought that these words, combined with the intimidation of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, would be enough to terrify these mortals.

After all, in the Xuanhuang Realm, let alone mortals, even Nascent Soul cultivators would tremble and turn pale upon hearing the name of the Myriad Souls Daoist.

To be imprisoned in the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, unable to reincarnate for eternity, and to suffer day and night, would be the most terrifying threat in any world.

however--

The soldiers' reaction was completely unexpected.

The scarred middle-aged man at the head of the group was taken aback at first, and then a kind of... hope lit up in his tired, bloodshot eyes?

He suddenly turned around and glanced at the soldiers behind him. The soldiers all had incredulous expressions on their faces, and then they all showed expressions of relief and even joy.

"What did you say?" The scarred man lowered his weapon, his voice trembling slightly, but the tremor was clearly not from fear. "No need for reincarnation? Never... never need for reincarnation? Is there really such a good thing?"

Qin Mo frowned: "???"