Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Qin Mo silently checked his current merit balance in his mind.

Current merit points: 31427

This number brought Qin Mo a slight sense of relief.

According to his original plan, he intended to accumulate these 30,000 merits first.

The independent space inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner needs to be expanded. There are several options for expanding the independent space of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the system shop, with the cheapest option starting at 20,000 merits.

But now, Qin Mo glanced at the ever-expanding subspace rift on the distant horizon, and then at the undead power armor emitting black smoke behind him.

Broad's words echoed in his mind.

Tribunals, extermination orders, trials of heresy, and efficiency.

If pretending to be a living saint can increase the efficiency of acquiring merit several times or even dozens of times, then spending 10,000 merits to buy the fake Emperor's Banner is actually a profitable move in the long run.

Invest first, then reap the rewards.

"System, exchange for the pseudo-Human Emperor's Banner."

[Ding—Confirmed exchange of the Pseudo-Human Emperor's Banner, consuming 10000 Merit Points. Current Merit Balance: 21427]

[Redeem successful.]

As soon as he finished speaking, a warm golden light appeared out of thin air in Qin Mo's right hand.

The light condensed and took shape in his palm.

A magnificent golden flag.

The flag is edged with exquisite gold thread patterns, and the whole flag exudes a warm and solemn aura, an aura that is exactly the same as the holy light of the Golden Wheel of Merit.

The space wolves noticed the object that had suddenly appeared in Qin Mo's hand.

Several wolf cubs craned their necks to look curiously.

Jill's attention was also drawn to it.

"That is..."

Qin Mo did not answer.

Following the system's instructions, he raised the pseudo-Human Emperor Banner and then gently covered it over the Myriad Soul Banner.

The moment the golden flag touched the black banner, a change occurred.

A silent golden ripple spread outward from the point of contact.

Wherever it passed, the dark background of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner faded, replaced by a warm, flowing gold.

The twisted and writhing soul patterns on the banner disappeared, and the countless grotesque, distorted faces that seemed trapped within it vanished.

The malevolent black aura surrounding the banners dissipated, replaced by a sacred aura.

In just three seconds.

The Myriad Souls Banner, that evil cultivation treasure that had accompanied Qin Mo for thousands of years, refined countless souls, and struck fear into the hearts of countless cultivators, has been completely changed.

It is no longer that eerie and terrifying banner of ten thousand souls.

It transformed into a flag of the Emperor.

The Emperor's Banner, gleaming with gold, exuding a sacred aura, and seemingly carrying the will of the Emperor himself.

The flag fluttered in the wind, and golden light spilled from its surface, softly illuminating the surrounding space.

The light was warm but not dazzling, solemn but not oppressive, like the emperor's gaze looking down on his people through the banner.

The space wolves were all stunned.

"...Fenris's Frost!" Grenal was the first to speak, his mouth agape. "What kind of banner is that?!"

"How is this possible..." Torg froze on the spot, his eyes wide open. "It was that black flag just now... how could it have changed so much in the blink of an eye..."

Jill stared intently at the flag; the changes were far from over.

Golden light continued to emanate from the flag.

It covered the undead power armor.

The faint black mist that had been covering the surface of the carapace suddenly trembled and began to change color.

It eventually transformed into a soft golden halo, covering the surface of the power armor.

All the undead power armor has changed.

A sacred feeling.

Like a group of heroic warriors bathed in the emperor's holy light, the souls of heroes who sacrificed themselves for the empire, under the emperor's grace, donned their armor once more and continued to protect the land they had guarded in their lifetime.

The same golden light even spread to the Titan, and a layer of flowing golden luster appeared on the surface of the entire Titan's armor, completely covering the original traces of chaotic corrosion.

From a distance, the Titan looked like a brand-new machine that had just been driven out of a Martian temple.

It looks like a sacred war machine that has been personally blessed by the emperor.

"..."

The space wolves were collectively speechless.

Even Brod was speechless for a long time.

Qin Mo took in all of this and nodded slightly.

The effect is good.

It was even better than he had expected.

But he wanted to test it again, and a thought popped into his head.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls—no, it should now be called the "Human Emperor's Banner"—trembled slightly.

He summoned several malevolent spirits from the banner.

In their normal state, they should appear as ghostly blue flames, surrounded by resentment, with a ferocious and terrifying appearance.

But at this moment, it was accompanied by... a hymn?

Yes, hymns.

The melodious, solemn, and awe-inspiring hymns rose from the void, as if an unseen choir was singing for the arrival of these souls.

Then—golden light.

A blindingly bright golden light.

Several humanoid figures emerged from the flag, radiating a dazzling golden light so intense that one had to squint to make out their outlines.

The shapes of those lights and shadows were humanoid, tall, and majestic. If someone who didn't know the inside story saw this scene, they would definitely think it was a heroic spirit.

The spirits of heroes before the emperor's throne.

The souls of the heroes who died for the empire were summoned back to earth by the emperor's holy light and thrown back into the battle against darkness.

Where is there even a trace of its sinister and terrifying appearance?

This is absolutely, completely a miracle.

The true miracles described in the doctrines of the Imperial State Religion, which trillions of believers prayed for day and night.

The space wolves were completely stunned.

Qin Mo gazed at the scene before him: "Golden light shines everywhere, heroic spirits descend upon the world, and sacred songs echo."

His lips twitched slightly.

"..."

He remained silent for a long time.

Then he let out a sigh.

He has been a heretical cultivator for thousands of years.

For thousands of years.

With the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls in hand, he commands malevolent spirits as his servants, feeds on yin energy and resentment, and righteous cultivators avoid him as if he were a ghost.

Those self-proclaimed righteous henchmen of the Daoist sects gritted their teeth and hated him to the bone whenever they mentioned his name.

A powerful figure in heretical cultivation.

A leading figure in the demonic path.

This is his label in the Xuanhuang Realm for thousands of years.

And now, just by placing this fake Emperor's flag on top, changing the special effects, and illuminating the scene with golden light, they've created a whole new world.

He has become a paragon of righteousness.

If the Taoist elders of the Xuanhuang Realm saw him like this, they would probably be so angry that they would have a stroke on the spot.

Qin Mo took a deep breath.

"...I'm starting to lose control," he thought to himself.

The system paused for a second, then responded in an extremely calm tone:

[The host will get used to it soon.]

Adapt my ass.

Qin Mo felt that he needed time to process this huge psychological gap.

However, it must be admitted that the effect is really good.

Great.

It sounded so good that even he almost believed it.