Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

The scarred man suddenly stepped forward:

"Doesn't that mean our souls won't be torn apart and devoured by those warp demons? We'll just be locked inside your flag and fighting a few battles?"

He glanced back at the ever-growing purple crack in the sky, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"I've guarded Kadia for twenty-eight years, twenty-eight years! Wave after wave of demons have poured out of the Eye of Terror. I've watched my comrades, my brothers, being torn apart by those monsters, watching their souls being dragged into the warp—do you know what it means to have your soul devoured by demons? That's true eternal damnation!"

Qin Mo: "..."

"Sir!" a young soldier suddenly shouted from behind, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"If what this sir says is true, then being taken into that flag is a million times better than being devoured by demons after death!"

"Yeah, yeah!" another bearded veteran chimed in. "At least we can keep fighting under the flag, which is better than being tortured by demons, right?"

"By the Emperor, this is truly a blessing!"

For a moment, the remaining thirty-odd Star Realm soldiers started discussing among themselves, and the topic of their discussion was—whether being taken into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner could be considered a good end.

Qin Mo was completely stunned.

He was a heretical cultivator for over six thousand years, traveling across the eight continents of the Xuanhuang Realm, and collecting over a million souls.

Before he took their souls, which of those evil people didn't beg and plead, weeping and wishing they could bring up their ancestors for eighteen generations to beg for mercy?

This was the first time he had ever encountered someone who actively requested to have their soul taken.

"You...you didn't hear me?" Qin Mo frowned, feeling his dignity as a heretical cultivator had been severely challenged.

"I'm talking about a demonic artifact! Once you're inside the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, you won't even be able to be ghosts! How dare you speak to me like that? Believe me, I'll annihilate you right now, leaving not even ashes!"

In the world of cultivation, the annihilation of one's soul and spirit means the complete extinction of one's true spirit, being wiped out from the universe—the deepest fear of all living beings.

However, after hearing this, the scarred man did not back down. Instead, he knelt down in the mud with a thud and made a devout eagle salute with his hands in front of his chest.

"That...that's wonderful!" His lips trembled, his eyes filled with a sense of facing death with equanimity and a feeling of liberation.

"Please, you must annihilate us completely! Utter annihilation is better than becoming playthings of chaos. My lord, let's put it in writing! You absolutely cannot go back on your word!"

After saying that, the scarred officer actually took off a metal tag hanging around his neck and put it in his mouth.

He mumbled something:

"This is my identification badge: 87th Infantry Regiment of the Cardia, Moran Caste, number 4427-CDA-0871. Come, sir, let's begin."

"Let's get started! Praise be to the Emperor!"

"For Kadia! Let us be annihilated!"

In the trenches, all the Star Guardians uniformly tore off their dog tags, bit them in their mouths, closed their eyes, puffed out their chests, and even seemed to be gesturing to Qin Mo with anticipation to hurry up and make his move.

It is a tradition of the Astral Army to keep their identification tags in their mouths so that their comrades can still recognize them even if their jaws are blown off after death.

But at this moment, they just wanted to ensure that they could maintain the dignity of a soldier before their souls were scattered.

Qin Mo was completely dumbfounded.

A cold wind swept across the battlefield.

Having been a heretical cultivator for so many years, he had slaughtered sects and beheaded powerful figures. No matter how tough a person was, they would break down and beg for mercy under the threat of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the annihilation of their soul.

Did he actively request to be annihilated? And he even demanded a written agreement, fearing he might go back on his word?

What kind of hellish joke is this?! What kind of lives do mortals in this world actually lead?!

"roar--!!!"

Just as Qin Mo was beginning to seriously doubt his career as a heretical cultivator, a deafening roar came from behind him.

A group of Khorne vampires had rushed to within 30 meters of Qin Mo, followed by a large number of other demons.

The lead vampire leaped high into the air and swung its sword at Qin Mo's head.

To the Chaos Demon, this frail human was nothing more than another piece of meat to be slaughtered.

Qin Mo's thoughts were interrupted, and an inexplicable anger rose in his heart.

His divine sense swept over the red monsters in an instant.

Qin Mo's eyes lit up.

As a heretical cultivator who uses the Myriad Soul Banner to collect souls, his perception of souls is arguably the most acute in the entire Xuanhuang Realm.

At this moment, he clearly felt that there was a strange resonance between the souls of these monsters and the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Those souls formed from negative emotions are simply nourishment tailor-made for the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls!

It is important to know that the grade of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner depends on the quantity and quality of the souls it contains.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, Qin Mo spent six thousand years nurturing the Myriad Soul Banner to the Mahayana stage, carefully selecting each soul he collected during the process. And these monsters before him...

Their soul quality far surpasses that of any evil cultivator he has ever seen in the Xuanhuang Realm!

"Step back."

Qin Mo's voice suddenly turned cold.

The group of Astragalus soldiers, still holding their nameplates and waiting to die, were stunned for a moment, then heard a roar coming from ahead.

Moran suddenly spat out the dog tag: "Demons! Demons have breached the front lines! Brothers, take up your weapons—"

"I said, step back."

Qin Mo flipped his right hand, and the Myriad Soul Banner unfolded in response.

The giant black banner suddenly expanded in the void, instantly growing to a radius of tens of feet.

Countless mournful howls of souls swept out from the banner.

Those villains, evil cultivators, demons, and monsters that he had once collected into the banner now manifested themselves.

In the cultivation world, releasing just one of these things would be enough to wipe out an entire mortal city.

But now, on this even more frenzied battlefield, they seem exceptionally... well-suited to their profession.

"go."

Qin Mo simply uttered a single word.

In an instant, countless vengeful spirits surged forth like a black tide bursting its banks, crashing down upon the group of demons.

The Imperial soldiers were stunned.

They had seen psionicists, the Inquisition, the Sisters' Warband, and the Mechanicus's mystical and bizarre weapons, but they had never seen anything so direct and brutal.

The demon charged forward.

The vengeful spirit pounced.

Then—I started gnawing on it.

Yes, gnaw.

When faced with the chaotic demons, those evil spirits became ferocious, tearing, devouring, dragging, and feeding on them, creating a scene even more sinister than a demon charge.

What pleased Qin Mo even more was that although these demons had bizarre forms, their essence was indeed very similar to the extraterrestrial demons.

They are born from the distortion of emotions, desires, beliefs, and souls, and are difficult to kill completely with ordinary weapons. However, once they fall into the devouring range of the Myriad Soul Banner, their core spiritual essence will be forcibly extracted.

It was a material that was purer and more violent than a living soul.

"nice one."

Qin Mo's eyes brightened slightly, and he changed the hand seals.

"Shoot!"

boom!

A beam of black light burst forth from the banner, sweeping across the battlefield like a tidal wave.

The dozens of demons at the forefront froze abruptly, their bodies then began to tremble violently, as if something was being forcibly ripped from their shells.

The crimson, eerie green, and purplish-black spiritual cores were forcibly extracted, emitting a piercing shriek in mid-air before disappearing entirely into the Myriad Soul Banner.

As the first batch of demon soul cores entered the banner, the entire Myriad Soul Banner emitted a satisfied low hum.

The black mist on the banner grew even thicker.

Those soul shadows became more solid.

Even the ancient patterns on the flagpole gleamed with a dim, ethereal sheen.

The soldiers below felt a chill run down their spines.

"By the Emperor..."

"Is this really something a human could do?"

"He just...took the demon inside?"

On the battlefield, Qin Mo had completely let loose.

He made a hand seal with his left hand and held a banner in his right, strolling leisurely through the air.

Each time the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls is waved, a large swath of black light sweeps across, and hordes of demons wail as their core souls are extracted.

A few powerful demons attempted to resist, roaring as they soared into the sky. However, as soon as they approached Qin Mo within a hundred feet, they were suppressed by the protective demonic energy and the evil energy of the soul banner, and were then surrounded and devoured by countless evil souls within the banner.

As more and more demons were refined into the banner, the aura of the Myriad Souls Banner rose steadily, subtly resonating with the chaotic energy of this battlefield.

In just a dozen or so breaths.

The demonic charge formation, which was originally enough to annihilate an entire Astral Army company, was completely wiped out, leaving not a single drop of blood or trace of warp energy.

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking to himself, "Sure enough, the souls of these monsters are a great tonic for the Myriad Soul Banner."