Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

"That's enough."

Qin Mo spoke.

Since neither of them wants to go inside this metal lump—

He raised his hand and flipped it over.

Two pills appeared in his palm.

Blue-green, round pills that emit a faint medicinal fragrance.

The surface of the pill has a warm, jade-like luster, and upon closer inspection, one can see a trace of cyan spiritual energy flowing inside the pill.

A refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted through the air.

The aroma of the medicine made the Space Wolves present almost simultaneously take a deep breath.

It wasn't intentional, but instinctive; the medicinal fragrance made every pore of one's body involuntarily open.

"This is a healing pill," Qin Mo said calmly. "It's more than enough to treat their current injuries."

He handed over the two pills.

"Take this and drink it."

Jill stepped forward and took the pills with both hands.

It was slightly warm to the touch.

The two pills lay in his palm, so light they were almost weightless, but the energy fluctuations they contained caused Jill's genetically enhanced senses to constantly send out signals of attention.

He brought the pill to his nose and smelled it.

It wasn't doubt; after going through so much, he had enough trust in Qin Mo.

If Qin Mo wanted to harm them, he could do it with just a flick of his finger; there was absolutely no need to resort to such a low-level method as poisoning.

He smelled the pills purely out of curiosity.

A complex and rich medicinal aroma flooded his olfactory system.

Just from the scent, Jill felt a distinct sense of refreshment. Her mind became clearer, and the fatigue from the continuous battles seemed to lessen somewhat.

This is the effect of just smelling it.

Jill's pupils contracted slightly.

He strode over to the two wounded men, knelt down on one knee, and offered the pills to Grenard and Torg respectively.

"Open your mouth."

The two of them opened their mouths together.

The pill enters the mouth.

The pills melted instantly upon entering their mouths; before they even had a chance to chew, the pills had already turned into a warm liquid on their tongues and slid down their throats into their stomachs.

then.

The results are in.

Grenard was the first to sense the change.

A warm current rose from my abdomen, like a gentle fire serpent, and quickly spread throughout my body along my blood vessels.

The pain subsided wherever the heat flowed.

He looked down at his abdomen.

Through the bandages and hemostatic gel, he could see that the wound was healing.

Moreover, the healing process is incredibly rapid and visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye.

A complete, brand-new right leg came into Gennar's view.

On the other hand, Torg's situation was equally astonishing.

After a few breaths, Grenard and Torg sat up at the same time.

Then he stood up.

The two men looked at each other in disbelief. Just moments ago, they were on the verge of death, but now they were full of energy, as if their previous injuries had been an illusion.

The two looked at each other again.

Then, without prior arrangement, they all turned to the Fearless with its gaping mouth, and at the same time revealed a smile of relief at surviving a disaster.

That was close.

That was a close call.

One of them almost said goodbye to Fenris mead forever.

The pharmacist examined the two individuals' physical conditions.

His professionalism allowed him to maintain a semblance of composure, but his slightly trembling hand as he turned on the testing equipment betrayed his inner shock.

All injuries have fully healed.

Siwen raised his head and gave Qin Mo a complicated look.

As a pharmacist, a Space Marine specializing in the study of the human body and medicine, his feelings at this moment were extremely complex.

Two tiny pills, in just a few breaths, accomplished what he could never have done with all his learning in his life.

It was a shock tinged with a touch of sadness.

Jill walked up to Qin Mo.

"Brother Qin Mo."

"Iron Wolf Dalian will never forget this kindness."

Qin Mo watched Jill's actions, a barely perceptible hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

But that gentle feeling was fleeting.

His expression returned to its usual calm:

"No need for thanks."

He turned his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the gray sky of Kadia, looking towards a place very, very far away.

"It was just that I remembered an old friend."

Jill was slightly taken aback.

An old friend?

He wanted to ask more questions, but there was a sense of detachment in Qin Mo's tone.

Jill didn't ask any further questions.

The Fenris people know how to respect other people's past.

Before becoming a Space Marine, every Space Wolf was once a mortal on the Fenris Icefield.

They all have a past, old friends, and names they don't want to be mentioned and memories they don't want to be revisited.

Grenard and Thorg stood to one side, bouncing around with joy on their faces, as if they had been given a new lease on life.

Grenard even kicked his leg excitedly, sending a fist-sized piece of gravel flying dozens of meters away.

"Great legs!" Grenard exclaimed excitedly.

"Stop kicking me!" Sven shouted from behind. "I haven't finished the entire checkup yet!"

Torgh laughed heartily to the side, but then suddenly stopped. He turned and glanced at the empty, fearless sarcophagus that still had its mouth wide open.

That dark, gaping iron coffin, waiting to devour some unfortunate soul.

Torg shivered.

Then he quickly walked to Grenard's side and lowered his voice:

"Let me tell you, that was a real close call. Be careful in future battles, and don't get injured like that again. Next time, you might not have Brother Qin Mo's miraculous medicine to save you."

"How dare you say that to me? Aren't you the same?" Grenal rolled his eyes at him.

The two stared at each other for a second.

Then they reached out at the same time and clenched their hands tightly.

"In future battles, you absolutely must not get your mouth injured."

The two spoke in unison.

Then they all showed smiles of lingering fear.

Brod watched as Gnar and Torg stubbornly refused to participate in the farce of the Dauntless, and a complex smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

He understood perfectly.

Brod looked down at his newborn hands.

The fingers were long and strong, with distinct knuckles, and the palms had the thick calluses characteristic of Space Marines. Although they were new hands, the golden light of merit seemed to have restored even the traces of battle, as if these hands had never left the battlefield.

He slowly clenched his fist.

Then it slowly loosened.

His fingertips touched the rough surface of the rock, and the real, uninterrupted tactile sensation made his Adam's apple bob slightly.

He really wanted a drink.

I want to think about it now.

I really, really want to.

But he knew that now was not the time.

The war in Kadia is still raging, and he has neither power armor nor weapons, so he is temporarily unable to join the battle.

Upon returning to the flagship, the first thing he would do was go to the wine cellar, fetch a barrel of Fenris mead, and then...

He wants to drink until the end of time.

No one can stop it.

Broad's lips curled into a smile full of anticipation.

And Qin Mo—

The black-robed monk stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, his gaze calmly sweeping over the pack of space wolves—those laughing, those playfully fighting, those checking their injuries.

Everyone's face radiated the vibrant energy of someone who had survived a catastrophe.

Qin Mo withdrew his gaze.

He Changgeng.

That old friend who was addicted to alcohol.

If you were still alive, seeing these wolf cubs who love alcohol to the core just like you, you'd probably smile and offer them a drink.

"...I was just thinking of someone from the past." Qin Mo repeated the sentence.

The sound was very soft.

So quiet that only the wind could hear it.