Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

The entire Iron Warriors line fell into a deathly silence, behind their helmets were faces contorted with disbelief.

Their brains were struggling to process the information before them, which was completely beyond their cognitive scope, but no matter how they calculated, they could not come up with a reasonable answer.

Titans fired in unison.

Unharmed.

Putting these two concepts together is a paradox in itself.

Qin Mo looked down at himself.

A thin layer of dust clung to the black robe, remnants from when the smoke and dust dissipated.

He casually patted his sleeve, then looked up with a slight smile on his lips.

"A great fireworks display."

"But that's all."

Qin Mo's gaze swept over the few Raider-class Titans, then looked at the Warhound-class Titans and Knight Mechs, and finally shook his head.

"Test complete, and I'm getting a little tired of it. It's time to end this."

After saying that, Qin Mo slightly raised his right hand, and his fingertips began to be surrounded by wisps of chilling bluish-black lightning.

That was the Nine Nether Annihilation Divine Lightning, unique to cultivators at the Mahayana stage. With just one strike, he was confident he could reduce those massive Titans to a pile of scrap metal from the inside out.

However, just before the spell was about to be completed—

[Ding! System notification: Host, please wait.]

Qin Mo paused slightly.

[The system has detected a soul entity within the target mechanical construct. The inhabitants of this world call it a machine soul, or the soul of a machine. It is similar to the concept of artifact spirits in the host's Xuanhuang Realm, but the formation mechanism differs.]

Furthermore, most mechanical creations in this world possess souls of varying degrees. The older and more complex the machine, the more powerful its machine soul. For example, the Raider-class Titan in the target area possesses a machine soul roughly equivalent to a mid-grade artifact spirit in the Xuanhuang Realm.

[System suggestion: With your Mahayana stage spiritual cultivation, you can easily suppress and control these mechanical souls. Instead of destroying these mechanical creations, it's better to take them for yourself and use them to enhance your combat power. After all, why not take advantage of freebies?]

"Oh?"

The lightning at Qin Mo's fingertips paused slightly, and a surge of intense interest ignited in his eyes:

"These inanimate objects, pieced together purely with mortal technology, can actually naturally give birth to spirits? And they're actually quite common?"

He withdrew the spell he was gathering and instead used his divine sense to probe deep into the mechanical cores of the seven Titans!

Sure enough, they found the so-called machine soul.

It was a tangled mass of souls curled up at the core of the Titan.

Qin Mo could sense its emotions: ancient, irritable, chaotic, and carrying a bloodthirsty ferocity born from long battlefield experience.

"There really is one."

He had seen many artifact spirits in the Xuanhuang Realm, but all of them were cultivated by master craftsmen using a great deal of effort and precious materials.

For a magical artifact to develop a spirit, it needs at least several hundred years of nurturing, and sometimes even thousands of years of accumulation.

Moreover, the quality varies greatly, with most artifact spirits possessing low intelligence and only able to execute simple commands.

However, while the intelligence of these Titans' machine spirits was still inferior to that of the top-tier artifact spirits he had seen, they had the advantage in terms of quantity and coverage.

If most of the machines in this world possess machine spirits, wouldn't that mean there are ready-made "artifact spirits" everywhere?

"Truly rare," Qin Mo exclaimed. "In my Xuanhuang Realm, cultivating a weapon spirit is no easy feat. It's quite interesting that most machines in this world possess weapon spirits."

After finishing his reflections, Qin Mo didn't waste any more time.

He sat cross-legged in mid-air, his hands forming a spirit-controlling seal, and a vast amount of divine soul power instantly swept out in all directions like a tsunami.

"Divine Soul Secret Technique - Subduing All Spirits."

This was a secret technique he used to suppress and tame artifact spirits when he was in the Xuanhuang Realm.

The principle is simple: use spiritual power far exceeding that of the target to forcibly suppress the target's will and imprint one's own spiritual mark deep within their soul, thereby achieving absolute control over the target.

When Qin Mo's divine soul power came into contact with the machine soul of the first Marauder-class Titan, that ancient and violent soul did indeed struggle.

It let out a silent roar, trying to drive away the invading force, but it only struggled for less than three seconds.

Three seconds later, the souls of the three Raiders, four Warhounds, and ten Knights—all the mechanical creations—were controlled by Qin Mo's soul imprint.

The instant the change is complete.

The power core of the first Marauder-class Titan suddenly emitted a muffled hum and began to slowly rotate, but this time, its cannon muzzle was no longer aimed at Qin Mo.

Instead, it targeted the Iron Warriors.

Inside the Titan's cockpit.

"What's going on?! The machine spirit is going berserk! It's rejecting my neural connection!" A Titan pilot covered in tubes screamed in agony, sparks flying from his neural interface.

"The system is malfunctioning! The fire control system has been forcibly locked! No! It's turning the gun around!"

No matter how frantically the mechanical priests pounded on the control panel or even shouted soothing prayers, it was all in vain.

Under Qin Mo's domineering and incomparably powerful divine sense suppression, these violent machine souls had no room to resist and were instantly branded with Qin Mo's divine sense mark, completely changing hands!

Immediately afterwards, the first Marauder-class Titan's volcano cannon completed its recharge.

boom!!!

A high-energy, orange-red jet pierced through the left flank of the Iron Warriors' defensive position, evaporating the entire trench along with the dozen or so Iron Warriors inside into molecules.

The aftershocks of the jet overturned more fortifications and bunkers, tearing a huge gap in the hard-won defensive line.

Immediately afterwards, both Warhound-class Titans opened fire simultaneously.

The blue-white orb of plasma burst cannon accurately struck the Iron Warriors' heavy weapon position, blasting their last few heavy laser cannons and missile launchers into a pile of smoking wreckage.

Ten knight mechs charged directly toward the core position of the Iron Warriors.

The Iron Warriors' front line collapsed instantly in the face of this sudden "backlash".

"Titan Legion! Titan Legion response!" the interim commander practically roared, "What are you doing?! Cease fire! I order you to cease fire immediately!"

The communication channel was filled with the desperate cries of the Titan pilots:

"It wasn't us! The Machine Soul... the Machine Soul has completely gone out of control! We can't perform any operations! All systems, all systems are locked! It was that human, it must have been that human who did something!"

They took control of the machine spirit.

That human controlled the machine spirit.

What kind of power is this? It's completely beyond his comprehension.

Throughout his war career, he had witnessed cases of demons possessing machines, cases of mechanical viruses causing machines to go out of control, and cases of the heretical technology of the Dark Machine Cult hijacking the Titan control system.

But he had never seen anyone who could directly control the machine spirit itself.

Machine soul is the soul of a machine.

It is the sacred spark bestowed upon machinery by the god of all machines.

Even the most powerful sorcerers and the most cunning Dark Mechanicus cultists can only interfere with or influence the Machine Soul through indirect means; no one can directly suppress and seize control of the Machine Soul.

Apart from the black-robed human in front of him.