Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

At this moment, the system's voice rang in Qin Mo's mind again:

[Host's reminder: All visual effects of the "Pseudo-Human Emperor's Banner" can be precisely controlled according to the host's wishes. The host can freely decide the intensity, type, and on/off status of the effects on each unit.]

[For example: For those undead power armors powered by the souls of Iron Warriors, the host can choose to completely turn off their golden light effects, restoring them to their original Iron Warrior power armor appearance.]

This can be useful in certain situations where camouflage is required. For example, it could be used to infiltrate enemy Chaos Space Marine forces for infiltration operations.

[For example: The host can activate only the golden light effect of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls itself, while setting the effects of the undead troops to "neutral," meaning they neither emit golden light nor black mist, making them look like ordinary automated war machines. This allows the undead troops to be used without revealing the identity of the "Living Saint."]

In short, it's entirely up to the host. Every detail can be adjusted individually.

Qin Mo nodded slightly.

That's a pretty thoughtful design.

Qin Mo sighed inwardly, thinking that spending 10,000 merits was worthwhile.

At this moment, Brod finally snapped out of his shock.

The old wolf took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

"Brother Qin Mo..."

Broad's voice carried an indescribable mix of emotions: shock, admiration, confusion, and a subtle... doubt.

It's not a question about Qin Mo's character, but a question about "the underlying logic of this world".

"Your methods are truly... truly..." Old Wolf racked his brains for a long time, finally managing to utter only two words: "Amazing."

He spun around twice, glancing left at the gleaming golden "Human Emperor's Banner," right at the undead power armor bathed in holy light, and up at the Titan that was almost blinded by its golden radiance.

Then she turned her attention back to Qin Mo.

"That's it." Broad nodded, his tone carrying an air of approval.

"From this perspective, almost no one will doubt you. Golden light, hymns, heroic spirits—this is exactly the scene of a miracle described in the doctrines of the Imperial State Religion. Even if the Inquisition members saw it with their own eyes, their first reaction would be that a living saint has descended to earth, not heretical witchcraft."

"but--"

Brod stared into Qin Mo's eyes and asked:

"Excuse me for asking one more question."

His voice was lowered.

"Brother Qin Mo, are you really not related to Quan's father?"

"Full Father" is how Space Wolves refer to the Emperor.

This title embodies the unique sense of intimacy and respect in Fenris culture. It does not worship the emperor as an unattainable god, but rather as the father of all mankind.

Broad asked the question sincerely.

Because he simply couldn't understand it.

Qin Mo said he came from another world, and okay, he believed him.

Qin Mo said his power had nothing to do with the subspace, and fine, he believed him; the pure aura of the Golden Wheel of Merit wouldn't lie.

But such extraordinary power, such incredible methods.

It can change the essence of things with a snap of its fingers, heal incurable wounds, reshape flesh and blood, and command the soul as easily as an arm or finger.

In Brod's cognitive framework, there is only one being in this universe who possesses this level of power.

Emperor.

Their entire father.

Even if Qin Mo says he comes from another world, so what?

The power of the father is unfathomable; who knows if he can summon a powerful being from another world?

Who knows if "coming from another world" might actually be an arrangement of the Father's will?

In this universe, nothing is impossible.

Qin Mo remained silent for a moment.

He could see no malice in Broad's eyes, only pure curiosity and a certain...hope.

Yes, I hope so.

An old soldier who had been sleeping in an iron coffin for five hundred years was pulled back from the brink of death by a stranger at the last moment of his life.

Not only that, but they were also given a new body and a new life. If this benefactor is related to Quan Fu, then all of this has a deeper meaning.

That means that the whole father is still watching over them.

The Father has not abandoned his people.

Qin Mo could understand this mentality.

But he doesn't intend to lie.

"Full Father... refers to the Emperor you speak of."

Broad nodded slightly.

Qin Mo pondered for a moment.

Regarding the Emperor, he had pieced together a general understanding from the various memory fragments he had previously retrieved using the Soul Searching Technique, as well as from the supplementary information provided by the system.

Emperor.

The creator of the human empire.

Ten thousand years ago, no, it should be said that tens of thousands of years ago, this being was already walking among humans.

His origins are shrouded in mystery. Some say he was born in a tribe on ancient Earth and is a super psionic being formed from the fusion of the souls of thousands of shamans.

Some say he is not "human" at all, but rather a being from a higher dimension who was born in human form.

Regardless of its origins, the emperor's power is beyond question.

He single-handedly unified the Earth, and then launched the "Great Expedition" from Earth as a base—leading humanity's fleet to conquer millions of planets in the Milky Way and establishing a super empire spanning the entire galaxy.

In that glorious era, humanity's territory stretched from one end of the galaxy to the other, and no race dared to challenge humanity's dominance.

According to Qin Mo's assessment of the Emperor's cultivation level, based on the system's evaluation, he was at least a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

This state of being could allow one to roam freely in the endless void, unbound by any constraints.

But the emperor did not.

He chose to stay.

They chose to fight for humanity.

Ten thousand years ago, half of his eighteen sons, the super soldiers known as the Primarchs, betrayed him, sparking a civil war that nearly destroyed the entire Empire.

In the catastrophe known as the Horus Rebellion, the Emperor personally killed the leader of the rebellion, his most beloved son Horus, but he himself also suffered a near-fatal injury.

From then on, the emperor sat on the golden throne.

It was a life support device that kept the emperor's broken body on the edge of life and death, neither alive nor dead, neither born nor destroyed.

It's been ten thousand years.

A full ten thousand years.

The emperor sat on the throne, unable to move or speak, like a living corpse, nailed to that cold metal throne.

When Qin Mo learned about this information, he was genuinely filled with respect.

That's a Great Immortal.

Beings with the cultivation level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal could transcend everything, be carefree and limitless, and live eternally at ease.

But he chose to be imprisoned in a cold chair for ten thousand years.

It wasn't because they were defeated or sealed away, but because they made their own choice.

They chose to sacrifice themselves.

They actively chose to endure the pain.

Simply because he loves humanity.

It's that simple.