Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Slaanesh's domain.

In that realm woven from endless desires and ultimate sensory experiences,

Slaanesh, the youngest of the four Chaos Gods, was also watching in the direction of Kadia.

He felt a faint, unique sense of "rupture" as some of his demons disappeared permanently from the real universe.

That feeling, for Slaanesh, was like pain.

It felt like a completely new experience.

"oh……"

Slaanesh let out an ambiguous sigh.

"An interesting soul..."

"Capable of devouring the souls of demons..."

"It must be...delicious..."

I want to... try it...

The Four Gods of Chaos.

Four beings beyond the comprehension of mortals.

The most powerful will in the four subspaces.

They have never truly been united; they are always scheming against each other, devouring each other, and fighting against each other.

But at this moment, in their respective domains, their gazes were all directed in the same direction.

An alien object that does not belong to this universe.

An entity capable of permanently devouring demons.

A variable whose fate is a blank slate.

Khorne wanted his head.

Tzeentch wants his secret.

Nurgle wanted to make him his own child.

Slaanesh wanted his soul.

The four gods began their respective arrangements.

With the emperor added to the mix, all five gazes fell upon the evil cultivator.

The journey to Krafbahn is not smooth.

The land of Cadia bears the marks of war: collapsed buildings, burning vehicle wreckage, and corpses lying scattered everywhere.

Qin Mo rode atop the black cloud, which, in the eyes of the nuns, was now a holy cloud radiating soft golden light, slowly hovering above the group.

Space wolves led the way, followed closely by nuns, while thousands of Cardia soldiers formed the rearguard.

Everything seems to be progressing in an orderly manner.

Until Qin Mo's divine sense detected something.

"Um?"

He narrowed his pupils slightly, spreading his divine sense. About three kilometers to the northeast, he clearly sensed an extremely violent soul fluctuation.

It was a very intense battle.

The quantity and intensity of the soul fluctuations told him that both sides in the battle were Space Marine-level beings.

"Let's continue," Qin Mo said to Jill and the nuns. "There's a battle ahead; I'll go check it out."

Before anyone could respond, a flash of golden light appeared.

Qin Mo had already disappeared from the spot.

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Three kilometers is nothing more than a breath for a Mahayana cultivator.

When Qin Mo appeared in the sky above the battlefield.

He saw two Space Marine forces engaged in a fierce close-quarters battle.

One side consisted of about thirty people, dressed in dark green power armor, with a symbol of crossed wings and swords painted on the armor.

Their combat tactics were calm and precise; every shot, every advance, and every cover maneuver seemed meticulously calculated.

On the other side, there were also about thirty people, but their style was completely different. They wore blood-red power armor and exuded an almost tangible killing intent.

The fighting style was simple and brutal: charge, slash, and kill. There were no tactics, no coordination, and not even a basic concept of cover.

A fighting style that relies purely on violence to crush everything.

Moreover, they kept making various sounds during the battle, roaring, howling, and even howling like beasts.

Judging from the situation, the two sides were evenly matched.

The dark green team made up for their disadvantage in close combat with their exquisite tactical coordination, while the red team relied on their almost fanatical fighting spirit to withstand the enemy's firepower suppression.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate.

Qin Mo hovered in the air, observing for a moment with great interest.

"System, unlock the information for both sides."

[Ding—Illustrated guide being unlocked...]

[Unknown faction detected: Rogue Space Marine Legion: World Eaters]

The World Eaters Legion—formerly the Twelfth Legion under the Emperor—originally named "War Hounds."

[Synopsis: This is a legion with some kind of mental issues. No, not "some," but "very" problematic. In a physical sense.]

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? In the physical sense?"

Yes. To understand the World Eaters, one must first understand their Primarch—Angron.

[Angron was the most tragic of the twenty Primarchs… He was blown to a barbaric planet called Nukelia as an infant. He was captured by the local slave owners and then forcibly implanted in his brain a neural device called the "Butcher's Nail."]

The Butcher's Nail functions simply: it stimulates areas of the brain associated with anger and violence while suppressing all other emotions. It turns a person into a machine that only knows how to kill.

[Angron grew up under the torment of this device and became the most powerful gladiator in the Nuseria arena. He led a slave revolt, but at the crucial moment, the Emperor appeared and "rescued" him.]

[However, it should be noted that because the Emperor did not help Angron's fellow slaves, but instead teleported Angron alone to the warship, leaving his companions to be slaughtered by the slave owners.]

This incident became the reason why Angron could never forgive the Emperor.

Then, after acquiring his own legion, Angron fitted all his offspring with Butcher's Spikes.

Qin Mo's expression froze slightly.

"...You installed them all?"

[They're all equipped. The entire legion. Everyone has a set of Butcher's Sting.]

"..."

Qin Mo remained silent for a few seconds.

To be honest, he's seen a lot of crazy people.

The cultivation world is no stranger to madmen. He has seen evil cultivators who refine infants and souls, powerful demonic cultivators who take pleasure in killing, and insane weapon refiners who use entire sects as test subjects.

But this is the first time I've seen someone forcibly impose something that torments them on all their offspring.

"This thing... can't the Empire dismantle it?" Qin Mo asked.

In his mind, although this empire had a somewhat strange technological style, it was, after all, a super civilization capable of producing time weapons and space teleportation devices.

Removing a neural device from the brain shouldn't be too difficult, right?

It can't be demolished.

The Butcher's Nail is not merely a mechanical device; it employs an ancient alien technology. Once implanted, it deeply integrates with the host's nervous system, like vines entwining a tree, each metal tentacle embedded in millions of neural synapses.

Forcibly removing it is tantamount to tearing the brain apart. The Empire's biotechnology has severely deteriorated after the Great Rebellion, and it currently lacks the capability to remove the Butcher's Nail without killing the host.

Even with the Emperor's personal intervention, he only stated, "It's possible, but unnecessary." This is because Angron's cerebral cortex had been severely damaged by the Butcher's Spike, and even if it were removed, he would never return to normal.

Qin Mo nodded thoughtfully.

"That's really strange..."