Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Jill's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

This reason is hardly noble; in fact, it can be described as quite selfish.

But that's precisely why Jill found it even more believable.

A stranger who gives a high-sounding reason is more dangerous.

A stranger who openly admits to having ulterior motives at least lets you know what he wants.

"And another thing," Qin Mo added.

"My cultivation method requires accumulating something called merit. Simply put, it's doing good deeds. Destroying those chaotic demons and saving mortal lives all contribute to my merit. So you see, at least for now, my interests are completely aligned with yours."

Will becoming stronger mean eliminating chaos and saving humanity?

Jill silently pondered this information in her mind.

If this is true, then Qin Mo is simply a weapon specially sent by the Emperor to deal with Chaos.

The more he destroys chaos and saves humanity, the more powerful he becomes. This means he has no reason to betray the human camp, because doing so would be tantamount to severing his own foundation.

Of course, all of this is predicated on the fact that he is telling the truth.

Jill remained silent for a long time.

His gaze swept back to behind Qin Mo, where the golden halo still hovered, radiating a soft and warm light.

Throughout the entire battle, the halo never disappeared.

Its light was completely different from the power of chaos; it was not corrupted, not twisted, and not that nauseating stench.

If I had to describe it...

That light reminded him of the first ray of sunlight piercing through a blizzard on the Fenris ice plains many years ago.

Clean.

purely.

warmth.

Space Wolf trusts its instincts.

This is a tradition ingrained in the bones of the Sons of Fenris: in the face of complex situations, it is better to trust one's animal instincts than to use one's mind to analyze various possibilities.

Jill Iron Wolf's instincts told him.

This person is not an enemy.

At least not now.

Moreover, from a practical point of view, Qin Mo did indeed save their lives.

Moreover, according to the descriptions of the soldiers of the Kadian Assault Regiment who followed Qin Mo, this man in black robes saved several outposts that were about to be overwhelmed by the Chaos army and eliminated a large number of Chaos forces along the way.

The way those Kadians looked at Qin Mo even carried an almost fanatical worship in their eyes.

This is more convincing than any words.

"I don't completely trust you," Jill finally said, her voice still cold and hard, but less hostile than before.

"But I admit you saved my and my brothers' lives. Space Wolves have a tradition of repaying debts, and I'll remember this favor."

He paused, then added:

"But if I find that you have any hostility toward humans—"

"You'll be the first to rush up and fight me to the death," Qin Mo finished the sentence for him, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Don't worry, I understand."

Jill snorted coldly, without denying it.

Space wolves are never afraid of opponents stronger than themselves; it's something ingrained in their genes.

Back then, when faced with the emperor's personal expedition, Lemanrus, the lord of Fenris, dared to raise his fist and beat him.

No matter how strong this person is, can he be more terrifying than an emperor?

The worst that can happen is death.

Space wolves aren't even afraid of death, so what else is there to be afraid of?

However, given the current situation, Jill felt there was no need to break ties with Qin Mo.

The situation on the battlefield remains dire. Kadia is falling, and the army of chaos is pouring out of the Eye of Fear in endless streams. Every second, countless humans are dying.

At times like these, a powerful being willing to help humanity, no matter how bizarre their methods or how suspicious their origins, is invaluable.

not to mention……

Jill glanced at the three Predator-class Titans in the distance.

The Titans that Qin Mo subdued alone were enough to change the course of several battles.

"Okay," Jill said briefly, "we can work together."

Qin Mo nodded slightly, about to say something, but was interrupted by a series of hurried footsteps.

Two figures strode quickly through the wreckage of the battlefield, running towards Jill.

One is a space wolf wearing power armor with a gear symbol, whose left arm and part of his torso have been replaced with sophisticated mechanical prosthetics, and a mechanical tentacle extends from his backpack.

This is a technical sergeant, a specialist in Space Wolves responsible for maintaining war equipment and dealing with machinery.

The other was wearing power armor with a white helmet marking, and his waist was covered with various medical instruments and medicine bottles.

This is the pharmacist—known as the Wolf Priest among the Space Wolves—responsible for battlefield medical care and retrieving the genetic seeds of fallen comrades.

When the two men approached Jill, their faces were heavy with anxiety.

"Lord Wolf," the technical sergeant spoke first, his voice heavy, "the elder's condition... is not good."

"What do you mean by 'not good'?" Jill's expression instantly turned serious.

"It's very bad," the wolf priest continued, his voice filled with obvious pain.

"The Dauntless's life support system is severely damaged; its outer shell has been pierced by a Titan's volcanic cannon, and the internal sarcophagus seal has been breached."

"Life support fluids are leaking, and our field equipment is simply beyond repair. Even worse—"

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts.

"What's worse?"

"The internal stasis field generator has also been damaged. The life support system is unable to put the elder back into a stasis state. In other words, if we cannot repair the sarcophagus and replenish the life support fluid in a short time, the elder will..."

The wolf priest didn't finish speaking, but everyone present understood what he meant.

Jill's expression suddenly darkened.

He didn't say another word and strode towards the east side of the battlefield.

The technical sergeant and the wolf priest followed closely behind.

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow as he watched them hurry away.

"An elder?" He murmured the title to himself. "System, what kind of elder are they talking about?"

[System search in progress... Search complete. Based on the context, "elder" here should be a respectful term used by the Space Wolves Legion to refer to the pilots of the Dreadnought Mechs.]

"Dreadnoughts?" Qin Mo recalled that among the memories of the Chaos Space Marines he had obtained through the Soul Searching Technique, there were indeed fragmented pieces of information about Dreadnoughts.

However, those memory fragments were too chaotic and did not provide much useful detail.

[Unlock detailed item guide?]

"Unlocked."

Qin Mo stepped forward and followed.

His speed seemed slow, but each step covered several meters, and he caught up with Jill and the others in just a few steps.

Jill noticed a figure behind her, frowned slightly, but did not stop it.

They soon arrived behind a relatively intact ruin on the east side of the battlefield.

Then Qin Mo saw that thing.

It was a huge mechanical construct, about three and a half meters high and nearly three meters wide, covered with thick ceramic steel armor plates. Its overall shape resembled a sturdy humanoid coffin fitted with two short, thick mechanical legs and two huge mechanical arms.

Its outer surface is painted with a gray-blue color, and is decorated with the wolf head emblem of the Space Wolf and a large number of Medal of Honor markings.

But at this moment, the machine is in a terrible state.