Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

"Kadia stands strong."

A sergeant said in a low, hoarse but firm voice.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers around him straightened their backs slightly and gripped their guns even tighter.

Cardia stands firm.

This is their creed, their vow, something etched into their very bones.

Even if the sky falls, even if the planet shatters.

The people of Cardia, stand firm.

However, just as this somber atmosphere was about to completely envelop the city walls, someone saw something different.

"What is that?"

A young Kadian soldier, probably only eighteen or nineteen years old, with slightly widened purple eyes, pointed his trembling finger towards the top of the ranks.

"Look! In the sky!"

The surrounding soldiers looked in the direction he was pointing.

Then, everyone was stunned.

Above the group of Space Marines and nuns, a golden cloud floated slowly.

A person dressed in the robes of the state religion sat cross-legged on the cloud.

Behind that person, a golden halo was radiating a soft and warm light, like the sun, dyeing the surrounding air a pale gold.

Beside him, a flag stood tall, its surface shimmering with golden light, radiating a sacred aura.

Even from a distance of hundreds of meters, the soldiers on the city wall could clearly feel it.

The light was warm and gentle, like the gaze of an emperor.

There was a full three seconds of silence on the city wall.

Then, the young soldier was the first to react. His lips trembled violently, his eyes instantly turned red, and tears streamed down his face.

"This, this is."

"Is he a living saint?!"

These words, like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, exploded on the city wall, creating a tremendous upheaval.

"A living saint!?"

"That's a living saint!"

"On the throne! The Emperor has not abandoned us!"

Within seconds, thousands of soldiers on the entire city wall saw the golden figure floating in the sky.

The previously oppressive atmosphere instantly collapsed at that moment.

Instead, it was replaced by an almost fanatical belief.

"For the Emperor!"

A hoarse voice was the first to shout.

"The Emperor is watching us!"

More voices are joining in.

"May the Emperor protect you!"

"Bravour Emperor!"

"Kadia stands tall! The Emperor is with us!"

The shouts grew louder and louder.

---

Qin Mo sat atop the auspicious cloud, and as he watched the scene below, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

On the merit panel, the numbers are jumping at a speed visible to the naked eye.

+1、+1、+1、+3、+2、+1、+5、+3。

Numerous growth notifications flashed through his mind like a marquee.

Qin Mo nodded slightly in satisfaction.

You've come to the right place. This act of merit was well worth it.

However, amidst this fervent and fervent praise, a discordant voice broke in.

"For the great Four-Armed God Emperor!!"

This voice was also filled with fervent faith.

But the content is not quite right.

The one who shouted these words was a middle-aged Qadian soldier. He knelt on the ground, raised his hands, and was in tears. His expression of piety was no different from that of his comrades around him.

But his slogan was "Four-Armed God Emperor".

These four words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly sobering up the soldiers around him.

"What are you saying!"

The first to react was an old soldier to his right, his eyes filled with disbelief and anger.

The political commissar, who was less than three steps away, reacted even faster.

The political commissar was dressed in the standard uniform of an Imperial political commissar: a black overcoat, a top-crowned military cap, and a chainsaw sword and a hot-wire pistol at his waist.

The moment he heard the words "Four-Armed Divine Emperor," his eyes widened suddenly, then quickly narrowed.

There was no hesitation, nor was there any need for questioning.

With a practiced, skillful motion, the political commissar drew his pistol from his waist, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang bang bang."

All five heat-emitting bullets hit their targets.

The soldier who shouted "Four-Armed God Emperor" didn't even have time to realize what he had said wrong.

His body had been riddled with holes by five-pointed star bullets, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and he fell onto the city wall.

The surrounding soldiers fell silent for a moment, then continued shouting as if nothing had happened.

"For the Emperor!"

"May the Emperor protect you!"

The body lay there on the city wall, unnoticed and unsurprised.

It seems that this kind of thing is commonplace in Kadia.

The political commissar holstered his pistol, his face expressionless, and then he knelt down, facing Qin Mo in the sky, and softly recited the emperor's prayer.

---

Qin Mo took in the whole scene.

His eyebrows rose slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"System, what's going on?" he asked in his mind. "Infighting?"

[The answer to the host is not that they are killing each other.]

The Astronaut who was killed was actually a gene-stealer hybrid, belonging to another faction in this world, the Tyranids.

"Terranids?"

Qin Mo frowned slightly. Yet another new faction. The forces in this world are truly countless.

Yes, host. The Tyranids are an alien race from outside the Milky Way, and the entire race is commanded by a unified "Hive Will." Individual consciousness does not exist; all individuals are extensions and tools of the Hive Will.

They are swarms of insectoid calamities capable of devouring everything, their sole purpose being to consume all living matter on the planet, assimilating it into their swarm to create more individual insectoids.

In simple terms, the host can view them as galactic-scale cosmic locusts possessing collective consciousness and limitless evolutionary capabilities.

"Cosmic locusts..." Qin Mo murmured.

"So there's a swarm of insects from outside the Milky Way in this world, and their goal is to devour everything?"

[That's exactly right. The Tyranids operate in a very simple way: their hive fleet locks onto a target planet, then sends a large number of Tyranid organisms to land and devour all organic matter on the planet.]

After it has completely devoured everything, the entire planet will become a barren, lifeless sphere, devoid of any vegetation, not even bacteria.

Then lock onto the next planet and repeat the above steps. This cycle continues endlessly.

Qin Mo remained silent for a moment.

Devouring the heavens and the earth.

The word suddenly popped into his mind.

In the ancient books of the Xuanhuang Realm, there is an ancient divine beast called Taotie.

It is said to be able to devour the heavens and the earth, including mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, the sun, the moon, and stars. It is never full.

That's the power of an ancient mythical beast.

It is a legendary existence.

In this world, a group of insects can actually do something similar.

Although they differ in scale and method, they are essentially the same.

"Oh? A bunch of insects actually have the ability to devour the sky and the earth?" Qin Mo couldn't help but exclaim. "This world is truly strange."

[The host's words are true; the overall biomass of the Tyranids is currently immeasurable. Dozens of hive fleets are known. Each one is capable of devouring an entire galaxy, and these are likely only the tip of the iceberg of the Tyranid population.]

Some scholars speculate that the Tyranids may have devoured the biomass of several star systems to grow to their current size.

Qin Mo frowned slightly, looking at several star systems.

This scale is indeed not to be underestimated.