Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

"Go," he said softly.

On the banner, the imprisoned souls let out excited hisses.

The battle, if it could still be called a battle, ended in a very short time.

The steel warriors, driven mad by their own desires, rushed into Qin Mo's inescapable trap like moths to a flame.

Titan's ranged firepower reaped most of their kills on their way, while the undead power armor's close-range strangulation took out another batch. The few remaining ones who rushed close to Qin Mo had their armor shattered by a casual palm strike, and they fell to the ground before they could even swing their chainswords.

The interim commander was the last to fall.

Dragging his half-destroyed power armor and a severed arm, he rushed to within ten steps of Qin Mo, raising the chainsaw sword tightly gripped in his only remaining hand.

Then a ghostly green chain flew out from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, piercing his chest precisely and tearing his soul out of his body.

Qin Mo looked around.

Not a single one survived.

"Not bad," Qin Mo said calmly. "The souls of these Iron Warriors are more solidified than those of the Word Bearers. It seems that the stronger a warrior's fighting will, the higher the quality of their soul."

He raised his left hand and gently stroked the surface of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. The struggling souls instantly quieted down as if they had been electrocuted by his touch.

In the distance, the Space Wolves' pursuit force also stopped.

Jill stood amidst the corpses of the Iron Warriors, looking up at the black-robed figure suspended in mid-air, remaining silent for a long time.

That human, no, that being, in just a few minutes, single-handedly annihilated an entire combat company of Iron Warriors, plus a whole Titan Legion of traitorous machines.

The methods he used were all bizarre and beyond his comprehension.

But what Jill cared about most was that golden halo.

Throughout the battle, the halo remained suspended behind the black-robed figure, radiating a soft and warm light.

That light, Jill swears on his soul, was completely different from the power of chaos.

It was a light that brought him peace.

A light that reminded him of...home.

The aurora borealis in Fenris.

The Emperor's Holy Light.

"Who are you?" Jill asked in a low voice.

On the battlefield, Space Wolves warriors are clearing wreckage, recovering ammunition, and gathering their wounded comrades at a makeshift medical station.

Every space wolf that passes by the body of the Iron Warrior will glance down, not out of pity, but out of a hunter's instinct to examine its prey.

At the heart of it all, Qin Mo slowly descended from the clouds.

He casually rolled up the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and it transformed into a beam of light that disappeared into his sleeve.

He also temporarily recalled Whisperer and Alpha to prevent them from continuing to frighten the space wolves.

As for the Titans and Knight mechs, he left them where they were. These big guys were too conspicuous, and storing them in his storage space would take up too much space, so it was better to let them stand there as a deterrent.

Gil walked over slowly with a few guards.

His steps were steady and cautious. His right hand seemed to hang naturally at his side, but his five fingers were slightly bent, ready to draw the Frost Claws from his waist at any moment.

The space wolves behind him also maintained a state of "relaxed but ready to fire at any time," which is the standard guarded posture of the Sons of Fenris when facing the unknown.

Qin Mo smiled slightly as he watched Jill approach.

He could sense the wariness and vigilance emanating from these space wolves.

To be honest, this reaction is quite normal.

"Relax, Wolf Lord," Qin Mo said calmly. "If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have intervened to save you."

Jill stopped five steps away from Qin Mo.

This distance is just right; it doesn't seem too distant and offend the other party, yet it leaves enough room to react if the other party suddenly attacks.

Of course, given the strength Qin Mo has demonstrated, these five steps are actually meaningless.

But the Space Wolves' pride wouldn't allow them to show any sign of backing down.

"Who exactly are you?" Jill asked directly.

Space Wolf has never been good at, nor does it care about, roundabout diplomatic rhetoric.

"You don't seem to be a psionicist. Nor do you seem to be a Chaos follower. And you have a human appearance. What exactly are you?"

Qin Mo remained silent for a moment.

He was thinking about how to explain his origins.

To be honest, although his understanding of this world had increased considerably in the past few hours, he knew that the people of this world had a completely different understanding of the concept of "other worlds" than those in the cultivation world.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, while exchanges between different worlds and planes are not common, they are by no means unheard of.

The barriers between realms vary in thickness, so it's not uncommon for high-level cultivators to traverse between realms.

But in this world, based on the information he gleaned from the memories of those Chaos Space Marines, the interactions between different "worlds" seemed far more complex.

If he says he comes from another world, these space wolves will most likely interpret it as "subspace".

Anything related to the warp is equated with "chaos contamination" in the Empire's context.

This is not the outcome Qin Mo wanted.

However, it's better to tell the truth than to fabricate a complicated set of lies.

In any case, given his strength, even if the other party doesn't believe him or even turns against him, they can't pose any threat to him.

"My name is Qin Mo," he said calmly, "and I am not from this world."

Jill's pupils contracted slightly.

"I come from a place completely different from this world; you can understand it as another... dimension."

Qin Mo carefully considered his wording.

"The specific reasons are too complicated to explain, but in short, I was transported here by an accident and landed on this planet called Kadia."

"Another dimension?" Jill's tone was clearly skeptical.

"That's right." Qin Mo nodded.

"I know what you're thinking; you suspect I'm connected to that so-called warp. But I can assure you, my origins have absolutely nothing to do with chaos."

"The souls of those Chaos warriors are now within my magical artifact. Do you think the creations of Chaos would be so ruthless to their own people?"

Jill did not answer immediately.

His eyes narrowed, a sharp glint in his pupils. The Space Wolves' perception far surpassed that of ordinary people; their sense of smell could even detect the scent of lies.

At that moment, his sense of smell told him.

This person is not lying.

At least, within the limits of his own belief, he was not lying.

But this did not completely dispel Jill's doubts.

"Even if you're not a lackey of Chaos, your methods—manipulating the undead, controlling the corpses of those traitorous Space Marines, seizing control of Machine Souls—each of these is enough to get you killed a hundred times over under Imperial law. Do you know what the Inquisition would do if they knew you existed?"

"I don't know, and I don't care," Qin Mo said calmly.

"I know only one thing: when your enemies attempt to destroy this world, I choose to stand with you. Not because of any lofty ideals or beliefs, but simply because..."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"The souls of demons can enhance my power."