Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Five hundred years.

Five hundred years of life in an iron coffin.

Few people truly understand what that concept is.

You will never truly feel anything. You will never smell anything. You will never taste anything.

An endless cycle.

This mode of existence has a slow but profound erosion effect on the spirit.

Broad never mentioned this to anyone.

He is an elder of the Iron Wolf Dalian and a pillar of support for the younger generation.

He must always appear strong, open-minded, and optimistic.

He tells his children stories, jokes, and scolds them for being unambitious. Every time he is awakened, he has to put on the mask of a "spirited old man".

But beneath the mask lies exhaustion.

Exhaustion that seeps deep into your bones.

He is tired.

I'm really, really tired.

So when the sarcophagus's sealing layer ruptured and the life support system collapsed, his first reaction was not fear, but relief.

I can finally rest.

But now, that feeling of fatigue has disappeared.

It has completely disappeared.

The mental wear and tear, psychological trauma, and repressed fatigue accumulated over five hundred years melted away completely under the golden light.

At this moment, Brod felt as clear-headed as a newborn Space Marine who had just undergone implantation surgery, full of energy, curiosity, and a desire to fight.

This feeling made him both touched and frustrated.

What moved him was that the healing was so thorough, even healing the weariness of his soul; he truly deserved this kindness.

What's frustrating is that he had mentally prepared himself to drink mead, and now that he's in such good condition, he doesn't know how many more years he'll be stuck in this iron coffin.

Not only did his body recover, but the Dreadnought itself was also completely renewed.

This old iron coffin, which had been with him for five hundred years, looked like a brand new product that had just come off the world's casting assembly line.

"Senior citizens!"

Jill's voice interrupted Broad's thoughts.

Iron Wolf Dalian's Wolf Lord strode up to Fearless, his expression extremely complex.

"Elder, you—" Jill's voice trembled for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it, adopting a forcedly calm tone, "How are you feeling now?"

Brod was silent for a moment.

A strange sound, somewhere between a sigh and clenched teeth, came from the Dreadnought's loudspeaker.

"...in good condition."

These four words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

Jill was slightly taken aback, because he detected a subtle emotion in the elder's tone that was hard to describe.

He said he was happy, but his tone sounded like he was holding his breath.

While it might be said that she was unhappy, the phrase "in great condition" is indeed a positive assessment.

"Excellent. Absolutely wonderful. So wonderful that I don't even know what to say."

Brod added.

Each word carried a subtle, almost imperceptible, gritted edge.

Jill: ………

He had a strange intuition that the elder's feelings at this moment might not be as simple as they appeared on the surface.

But now is clearly not the time to pursue this issue. The elder is alive, and that's good enough. We can discuss other things later.

Brod took a deep breath.

Then, he turned the body of the Dreadnought Mech to face Qin Mo.

Brod stared at the man in black robes before him.

He looks so...ordinary?

No, it can't be described as ordinary.

But at least in terms of appearance, he was a human man wearing a black robe. He was not particularly burly, and his face was delicate and even somewhat fair, which was completely different from the aesthetic of the Space Wolves, whose faces were full of flesh and scars.

Had he not witnessed it firsthand, or more accurately, experienced it personally, Brod would never have associated his appearance with that divine golden light.

Brod stopped in front of Qin Mo.

A nearly five-meter-tall fearless mech and a black-robed monk less than 1.8 meters tall stood face to face.

The difference in body size is extremely stark.

But all the Space Wolves present knew very well that if it really came down to comparing which was more dangerous, the answer was definitely not the Dauntless.

Brod was silent for a few seconds.

Then, he did something that surprised everyone.

He extended the right arm of his Dreadnought.

That mechanical arm was larger than Qin Mo's entire upper body.

The massive metal knuckles slowly opened, palms facing upwards—a handshake gesture.

A cautious, even somewhat awkward, handshake.

Because the arms of the Dreadnought were not designed for "handshakes".

But Brode did it anyway.

Broad's aged yet earnest voice came through the loudspeaker.

"This old man isn't good with sweet talk. You saved my life; I'll remember this kindness."

The voice was very sincere.

Every word carries the simplicity and profoundness unique to the Fenris people.

Qin Mo looked at the giant mechanical hand and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He stretched out his right hand and grasped one of the fingers of the fearless mechanical arm, but since he couldn't grasp the whole hand, he could only grasp the index finger.

The cold touch of metal traveled through my palm.

But at the moment of touch,

Qin Mo's divine sense captured the emotions surging deep within Brod's soul at that moment.

gratitude.

Without a doubt, the dominant emotion is gratitude.

It's not just gratitude for saving my life, but also gratitude for the kindness that healed even the weariness of my soul.

Five hundred years of spiritual wear and tear vanished in an instant; the weight of this debt of gratitude was such that even Fenris's oldest oath could not fully repay it.

But beneath that intense gratitude,

Qin Mo sensed a barely perceptible hint of resentment.

It's very light.

It was so faint that if Qin Mo's divine sense hadn't been strong enough, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

But it does exist.

Qin Mo smiled inwardly.

"This fearlessness, perhaps it's because I'm meddling in other people's business."

He understands that feeling all too well.

They had already prepared themselves mentally and said goodbye to this world properly; even their last words were so beautiful.

Then you suddenly rushed out and pulled them back from the Bridge of Helplessness.

Anyone would have a little bit of a subtle, unspoken resentment in their heart.

"Yes, host," the system's voice sounded.

"However, according to my emotional analysis, gratitude accounts for about 85%, while resentment only accounts for 15%. After all, the host's mental state has been completely restored. This has significantly reduced his resentment level. A spirited and fearless person and a physically and mentally exhausted fearless person have completely different levels of acceptance of being rescued."

The system paused, then continued in a suggestive tone:

"If the host wishes to further increase the other party's favorability, they can directly repair their body."

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly: "Repair the body?"

"Yes. With the host's current merit points, limb regeneration is entirely possible; simply consuming merit points will reshape the target's complete body."

"cost?"

"Based on the Space Marines' genetically enhanced physique, a complete physical reconstruction would require approximately 1000 merit points. However, the resulting boost to faith and favorability would be extremely substantial. It's foreseeable that not only Brod himself, but also the entire Space Wolves Iron Wolves League, and even the entire Space Wolves Chapter, would see a significant increase in favorability through word of mouth."

Qin Mo quickly weighed the options in his mind.

"So be it," Qin Mo sighed inwardly. "Since that's the case, let's finish this good deed."