Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

"Brother Qin Mo is right!"

Brod grinned again.

"When I have time later, I'll have a glorious duel with these little brats of dark angels!"

The words were loud and bold, not lowered at all, clearly intended for the Dark Angel on the other side to hear as well.

Sure enough, the helmets of several dark angels turned slightly.

Jill watched this scene from the side without saying a word.

Although having the remodeled Brod fight the Dark Angels' company commander in a glorious duel is, to some extent, a case of "the big bullying the small."

But who can blame them when Dark Angels are just asking for trouble?

Just then, Genevieve's voice came from afar.

"Lord Raphael, the Dark Angels are aware of the situation and have agreed to accompany us to Kraf Bastion."

Qin Mo nodded.

"Very good, let's go."

The group resumed their journey.

The group was much larger than before. At first glance, it resembled a small-scale crusade.

Qin Mo continued to walk slowly above the procession on auspicious clouds, with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner planted on the clouds, gleaming with golden light.

Brod's fearless mech was also lifted up by Qin Mo's spiritual power, floating in the middle of the group and moving forward with everyone.

Brod himself strode along in the ranks of the Space Wolves.

This scene quickly caught the attention of the Dark Angels.

The Dark Angels, walking on the other side of the procession, maintained their unwavering gaze and synchronized steps.

But if someone looks closely, they will notice that their helmets are frequently and at extremely small angles tilting toward the space wolf.

They were spying.

Their gazes darted back and forth between the two targets.

Objective 1: The fearless mech floating in the air.

Target Two: That space wolf who walks with long strides without power armor.

Although their expressions were not visible behind the helmets and visors, one could imagine that each of the Dark Angels was probably making the same deductions at that moment.

That Fearless was empty.

That space wolf without power armor was the fearless pilot.

Moreover, the unarmored space wolf looked abnormally well, not at all like a critically injured, dying person who should be encased in fearlessness.

On the contrary, he looked more robust and energetic than any of the Space Marines in power armor present.

The nun previously described the incredible abilities displayed by that "living saint."

The dark angels came to a conclusion.

The man who called himself "Raphael" healed a Space Marine who was encased in the Dreadnought and should have been in a half-dead state.

This has never occurred in the ten thousand years of Dark Angels' history.

Even the empire's most advanced medical technology cannot achieve this.

And now, that space wolf is hopping and skipping ahead.

Krashir's steps remained steady, his visor still facing forward, but his gaze had lingered on the unarmored space wolf for far too long.

He is evaluating.

Finally, he said one sentence to his company on the internal communication channel:

"Don't ask. Don't touch. Just observe and record."

The standard Dark Angel approach involves not trying to understand something, but rather recording, analyzing, keeping it secret, and waiting for instructions from superiors.

secret.

The Dark Angel's greatest skill is keeping secrets while also collecting other people's secrets.

The "Raphael" in front of us is a man whose entire being is embodying the word "secret".

A huge secret that the Dark Angel instinctively wanted to uncover.

However, at least until they reached Krafbahn, Krashir decided to remain inactive.

Let's see how it goes first.

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The procession continued forward.

The sky over Kadia was still shrouded in smoke and the afterglow of chaos, with muffled explosions and the roar of some enormous creation collapsing in the distance.

The entire planet trembled.

But the morale of the team was unusually high.

The soldiers of the Astral Army walked at the very back, exhausted, but their eyes held a determination they had never shown before.

They would occasionally look up at the golden figure in the sky, muttering something under their breath, probably the emperor's prayer.

The battle nuns walked in the middle, their hymns echoing faintly through the ranks, deep and resolute.

The Space Wolves walked on the left flank of the formation.

The dark angel walked silently on the right wing.

Qin Mo sat on auspicious clouds, resting his chin on one hand, a smile on his lips.

Before long, the outline of a huge building began to appear on the horizon ahead.

The city walls were sharply defined, with numerous cannons and towering towers with the imperial eagle flag flying high. Although the flag was blackened by the smoke of battle, it still stubbornly fluttered in the wind.

Kraf Bastion.

One of the most important defensive fortifications in Cardia.

Even from a considerable distance, Qin Mo's spiritual sense could clearly perceive the dense life force within the fortress.

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the huge fortress in the distance, which was faintly visible amidst the smoke of battle.

"arrive."

He said softly.

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When the massive defensive fortification came into full view, even the well-informed Qin Mo had to admit that the mortals of this world did indeed possess unique skills in warfare.

The city wall is tens of meters high and is made of some kind of extremely strong gray alloy.

On the city wall, the densely packed cannons pointed in all directions like the quills of a hedgehog.

Every few dozen steps there is an automatic sentry tower, whose sensors are constantly rotating, scanning everything around them.

This is a fortress armed to the teeth.

A standard Cardiac-style defensive fortification; the humans on this planet are prepared for war from birth.

And the fortresses they built naturally embodied this concept to the extreme.

Qin Mo's divine sense swept across the entire fortress, sensing countless souls within it.

Most souls are tired and tense, but they have not collapsed.

The Cardians were indeed, as he had learned, the most resilient soldiers in the Empire.

Even in this apocalyptic situation, they continued to fight and persevere.

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On the fortress walls, the sentries' reactions were complex when they first saw the group.

Space wolves, dark angels, and martyred nuns.

Three of the Empire's most elite forces appeared simultaneously before the Kraf Bastion.

Logically, this should be an inspiring scene.

However, after a brief moment of surprise, the soldiers of the Kadian Assault Regiment on the city wall did not show joy, but rather became more solemn.

Their presence here means that the outer defenses have completely collapsed.

Space Marines were supposed to be scattered across key positions, serving as steel anchors to stabilize the entire defensive line.

If they have to abandon their positions and concentrate their forces on Krafbahn, it can only mean one thing: other places can no longer be defended.

Kraf Bastion was the last line of defense.

This realization weighed heavily on the hearts of every soldier, like a lead stone.

But they are Cardians, and Cardians will not despair.

At least it won't show.