Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

"What a commotion!" Qin Mo's eyes lit up.

He turned to look at Moran, who was floating beside him, supported by spiritual energy. This veteran of Kadia had now basically adapted to the feeling of flying.

"What direction is that?" Qin Mo pointed south.

Christian looked in the direction he was pointing, and his expression changed slightly.

"That's the Klarak Plain, sir." His voice grew serious.

"That's one of the core areas of the southern defense line of Cardia. I heard... a unit of the Space Wolves Legion is fighting the Chaos Rebel Legion there."

"Space Wolf?" Qin Mo had no idea what this name meant.

"Yes, my lord. They are among the Emperor's greatest angels." Moran's tone was filled with obvious reverence.

"The Space Wolves are the most loyal legion of Space Marines, hailing from the icy world of Fenris, and are the most ferocious warriors of the Imperium."

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly. Another Space Marine, but this time a loyalist.

He focused his senses on the battle situation and discovered that the fiery and rugged soul fluctuations were gradually weakening, while the cold and resentful ones were constantly increasing.

At the same time, a huge and heavy mechanical vibration was coming from that direction, and even 30 kilometers away, the ground was trembling slightly.

"Interesting. The loyalists over there seem to be on the verge of collapse." Qin Mo's lips curled into a smile. "Let's go take a look."

The dark clouds suddenly accelerated, like a black meteor streaking across the sky, heading straight for the Klarak Plain.

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Klarak Plain.

This open area, spanning tens of kilometers, has now been transformed into a steel inferno.

As far as the eye could see, the entire plain was littered with burning debris.

The destroyed Leman Rustank, the overturned Chimera transport truck, the broken fortress defenses, and the ammunition depot billowing black smoke.

The traces of war are everywhere.

Beneath this gloom, a fierce battle is underway.

Qin Mo's dark cloud hovered thousands of meters in the air, overlooking the entire battlefield from above.

On one side of the battlefield were the loyalists, Space Marines with predominantly gray-blue paint, and a defensive cluster consisting of a large number of Cadian assault squads.

They constructed an arc-shaped defensive line centered around a partially destroyed fortress complex, with dozens of heavy tanks and armored vehicles providing fire support behind the line.

The Space Marines, clad in grey-blue power armor with a yellow wolf head emblem on their shoulders, were putting up a desperate defense at a key position on the defensive line.

On the other side of the battlefield were the rebels: Chaos Space Marines with silver and gold stripes, and a large number of mortal rebel forces.

They surged against the loyalists' lines of defense like a tidal wave, launching a new offensive after each brief rebuff.

But what truly caught Qin Mo's attention was not the infantry battles on the ground.

Instead, it was the several huge silhouettes that were faintly visible in the smoke behind the battlefield.

That is--

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

He saw several giant humanoid machines, some even tens of meters tall.

They were slowly advancing from behind the rebel lines, each step causing the earth to tremble violently.

The giant machines were covered with thick armor plates, and their joints revealed a complex network of hydraulic lines and energy conduits.

Their arms are equipped with all sorts of bizarre, giant weapons.

Surrounding these largest giant machines were some relatively smaller, but still several meters tall, humanoid mechs. They surrounded the behemoths like servants, forming a breathtaking mechanical army.

The entire mechanized army was slowly but irresistibly pressing towards the loyalists' lines of defense.

The gray-blue Space Marines were desperately unleashing fire on these massive machines, but the bullets from their bombardment guns could only leave a few insignificant bullet marks on the thick armor plates.

Even heavy weapon fire can be blocked by the Void Shield.

It is clear that the loyalists are being forced to retreat by these giant machines.

Qin Mo watched for a few moments, then turned to the system in his sea of ​​consciousness and asked:

"Hey, System, what legions are those two groups of Space Marines down there? And what are those huge mechanical constructs?"

[Already included in the encyclopedia. Generating an intelligence summary for the host—]

The system screen unfolded in the mind's eye, and the first thing that popped up was the information on the loyalists, accompanied by a holographic projection of a gray-blue power armor and the iconic yellow wolf head emblem.

[Legion Name: Space Wolves, Belonging to the Sixth Legion.]

[Primarch: Lemanrus. According to Imperial legend, he was raised by a pack of wolves from the planet Fenris. However, these were not wolves in the conventional sense, as there are no wolves on Fenris.]

Qin Mo's lips twitched. Raised by wolves?

This isn't unheard of in the cultivation world, but it usually involves a genius boy raised by a spirit beast who eventually becomes a core disciple of the Beast Taming Sect.

[Legion Characteristics: The Space Wolves are one of the most...unique of the Imperial Space Marine Legions. They are known for their rugged and bold style, valuing individual bravery and close combat, and have a penchant for drinking—their "Fenris mead" is said to be able to dissolve the stomach lining of an ordinary human, but the Space Wolves drink it as easily as water.]

[The host can simply understand them as: a group of extremely powerful but severely delusional Norse Viking-type cultivators, who cultivate the path of beasts.]

"...The way of the beast." Qin Mo was speechless for a moment.

He had seen many rogue cultivators practicing the Beast Path in the Xuanhuang Realm, most of whom followed the path of taming or transforming beasts, but it was rare to see one who lived like a wolf.

[Currently engaged in combat: Iron Wolf Dalian. Wolf Lord: Jill Iron Wolf. Iron Wolf Dalian is the Space Wolves' most skilled unit in armored warfare and mechanized assault, possessing a large number of tanks and armored vehicles.]

Qin Mo nodded.

Armored combat tactics have a similar concept in the cultivation world; some puppet sect cultivators excel at manipulating large numbers of mechanical puppets for group battles. However, these mechanical puppets made by mortals...

The system screen flashed, and then information about the rebels popped up.

A projection of a silver-gray power armor appeared in his mind, with an iron-colored skull emblem on the shoulder and an overall paint job that had a cold, metallic feel.

Legion Name: Iron Warriors

[Legion Number: Fourth Legion (Ruined Legion)]

[Primarch: Peturabo, who later betrayed the galaxy and joined Chaos. He was described by Imperial historians as "the most powerful contractor in the galaxy."]

Qin Mo: "...A contractor?"

[Explanation: The Iron Warriors Legion is the most skilled legion in Imperial history in siege and positional warfare, bar none. Their Primarch, Peturab, was an obsessive genius obsessed with fortification and siege warfare. He could design an impregnable fortress in an afternoon, only to dismantle it himself the next morning, simply because he felt the angle of the third defensive line was off by 0.3 degrees.]

However, during the Great Expeditions, the Emperor always assigned the dirtiest and most arduous tasks of siege warfare to the Iron Warriors, while they rarely received the credit.

[Long-term psychological imbalance ultimately led Peturabo to betray his employer and join Chaos. In layman's terms, this contractor did the most work but received the least pay, and in a fit of rage, he smashed up his boss's construction site.]

Even ten thousand years after the Iron Warriors' betrayal, they have retained their core tactical strengths: siege warfare, attacking cities, and fortifying fortifications. They are the most hated siege enemies in the entire galaxy, possessing exceptional patience and a multitude of methods. Once they set their sights on you, your fortress will sooner or later be riddled with holes.

[Note: They especially hate the Imperial Fist Legion because the Imperial Fist is the Empire's most skilled defensive legion. The two sides are natural enemies and have disliked each other for over ten thousand years.]