Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

The Space Wolves arrived as well. However, the moment they approached and saw Qin Mo, both of them stopped in their tracks.

Jill's eyes widened.

Broad's eyes widened as well.

They saw a "handsome man" with silver hair, golden eyes, white robes and golden armor, and a dignified demeanor, standing among the nuns kneeling on the ground.

The golden flag fluttering behind that "handsome guy" is the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

"...Brother Qin Mo?" Brod asked tentatively in a low voice.

Qin Mo turned his head slightly, nodded, and said softly, "Call me Raphael now."

Broad confirmed it was him.

"My Fenris," Jill muttered to herself, "he can even change faces?"

Of course, they wouldn't expose Qin Mo.

the reason is simple.

Qin Mo saved them. It was Qin Mo who destroyed the Iron Warrior, healed Brod, and rebuilt Brod's physical body.

Space Wolf will never forget this kindness.

Moreover, Qin Mo's strength is undeniable.

Any one of these methods would be enough to shake the entire empire.

Such a strong person is exactly what Kadia needs right now.

Last but not least, Qin Mo stands on the side of humanity.

He destroyed chaos.

He saved the imperial army.

What he was doing was in line with the emperor's will.

Does it matter whether he is a living saint or not?

At this moment when Cardia is about to fall, who still cares about "truth or falsehood"?

As long as it works.

Jill and Broad nodded knowingly.

Both of them shut their mouths at the same time.

Space Wolf has never liked the Inquisition's "heretical trial" gimmick.

In Fenris, what truly matters is never your birth or status, but your conduct and honor.

Qin Mo's actions deserve the honor.

This is enough.

After a brief rest, Jill had a short tactical discussion with the two elder sisters.

"Kraf Bastion," Jill said, pointing to a marker on the holographic map. "That's where we're going to rendezvous with the main force."

Genevieve nodded.

"We also received orders to go to Kraf Bastion to provide support, but we were attacked by the Lord of Skulls en route. If it weren't for Lord Raphael's arrival..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but everyone knew what the second half meant.

"Qin—no, Saint Raphael. He saved us before, and he plans to come with us to Kraf Bastion. Do you want to come along?"

When the nuns learned that Qin Mo was going to Kraflåm,

"By the Emperor, we wish to travel with Lord Raphael!"

The nuns' morale had reached an absurd level.

In their view, what is there to be afraid of if there is a living saint by their side?

That was a living saint who blasted the Lord of Skulls to pieces with a single shot! The three demon engines were reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye!

Thousands of golden heroic souls devoured the souls of the Chaos Believers in a single encounter!

With that kind of fighting power, let alone Kraf Bastion, even if he were sent to fight Abaddon, the nuns felt it wasn't impossible!

The power of faith can make people blind, but it can also make them fearless.

Thus, an army consisting of space wolves, battle nuns, hundreds of Astral Army soldiers, and a "living saint" set out for Kraf Bastion.

However, in places they cannot see, beyond the real universe.

In that chaotic ocean of emotions and souls known as the subspace.

A storm is brewing.

The highest heaven.

The realm of terror.

The bronze throne stands atop an endless mountain of heads, heads from beings slaughtered over millions of years, some still screaming silently.

On the throne, the Blood God Khorne, that colossal being clad in brass armor, was filled with rage.

The mountain of skulls trembled. The river of blood boiled.

Khorne's demonic army, hundreds of millions of bloodthirsty demons, trembled before the throne's wrath, lying prostrate on the scorching brass floor, not daring to utter a sound.

"That, the lackey of the cursed!"

The voice of Khorne echoed throughout the highest heavens.

"How dare you devour my demon!"

The three bloodthirsty demons' souls completely vanished from Khorne's perception.

They did not return to the highest heaven.

They did not reunite in the river of blood.

They no longer exist, as if they had never been created, erased from the subspace.

This is something that terrorism cannot tolerate.

Demons are the embodiment of the power of evil gods. Each demon is a fragment of the evil god's own will, and devouring a demon is equivalent to devouring the power of the evil god itself.

Although the three bloodthirsty demons are but a drop in the ocean compared to Khorne's overall power, this is a matter of principle.

The Blood God's prey can only be harvested by the Blood God.

"Find him!"

"Offer his head to my throne!"

The Crystal Labyrinth. Tzeentch's Realm.

In stark contrast to Khorne's rage was Tzeentch's ecstasy.

The Lord of All Changes, the being that is forever in flux, sits at the deepest part of the Crystal Labyrinth.

His form changes every moment, but no matter how His form changes.

His mood was always excited.

An almost manic excitement.

Ah~

Tzeentch let out a long sigh.

"It's a new variable, a force never seen before."

"His power does not belong to this world, nor to the real universe, nor to the subspace, nor to any known system."

Countless mirrors in the crystal maze lit up simultaneously, each reflecting Qin Mo's figure, but those figures were blurry, shrouded in an impenetrable mist.

The cunning one couldn't see clearly.

The master of all changes, the weaver of destiny, and the observer of the past and the future.

They couldn't even see the fate of an ordinary person.

No, it's not that I can't see clearly.

It is blank.

Jianqi attempts to trace Qin Mo's past through the threads of fate, but finds nothing.

Trying to foresee Qin Mo's future, all remains blank.

An attempt to analyze the essence of Qin Mo's power remains unfulfilled.

That being seemed to have slipped in through the cracks of the "web of fate," with no past, no future, and no threads of destiny connecting him.

He is a complete alien who does not belong to this cosmic narrative.

"That's amazing! That's amazing! That's amazing!"

Tzeentch was so excited that the entire Crystal Labyrinth trembled, and countless colorful flames leaped through the labyrinth's corridors.

"The unknown is the most delicious form of knowledge."

"Blank space is the most alluring puzzle."

"I need to know, I absolutely must know, what he is, where he comes from, and what his power is."

Ripples spread across the surface of the Well of Destiny.

Treacherous began his scheme.

Nurgle Garden. Nurgle's domain.

In the garden, putrid flowers bloom and wither eternally, Nurgle wriggles merrily in the fertile rotten soil, and the Plague Cauldron bubbles with dark green bubbles.

Nurgle is stirring the cauldron of plague in his black mansion.

A sorrowful expression appeared on His decaying face.

"My poor children..."

His voice carried a loving tone.

"It was devoured by that unknown entity... not even its soul remained..."

A murky liquid, whether a tear or pus, slid down from the grime-filled eye socket.

It was dripped into the pot of plague.

Although the demons that were mainly devoured in the previous battles were Khorne's demons, some Nurgle demons were also devoured by the Banner of Souls.

Although the number was small, Nurgle still felt the pain of permanent loss.

Every demon is one of Nurgle's children.

Of course He would be saddened by the loss of His child.

Despite his sadness, Nagle remained curious about Qin Mo, sensing a tremendous life force emanating from him.

"But...that thing...is really interesting..."

"It can even completely digest the soul of a demon... What kind of power is this...?"

"If...he could be my child..."

The grime started stirring even more vigorously.

The plague in the pot seems to have had some new "ingredients" added.