Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the room changed abruptly.

"What did you say?!"

The first one to jump out was Jill.

"Judge, do you know what you're saying?! How many people have the Raphael brothers saved out there?! How many Chaos bastards have they killed?! While you're hiding here peacefully, he's on the front lines taking bullets for you!"

Jill's voice was loud and clear, showing no mercy to the judge.

Broad didn't speak, but he took half a step forward, his eyes coldly fixed on the judge.

Gina Viv also stepped forward, her voice cold and sharp:

"Your Honor, in my capacity as a martyred elder sister and in the name of the Emperor, I vouch for Lord Raphael's identity. The power he has displayed is a gift from the Emperor, and I will testify to this with my life."

Eleanor followed closely behind.

"I vouch for it as well."

Two senior nuns and two space wolves—four people in total—were all supporting Qin Mo.

However, the judge didn't even blink in the face of such pressure.

"I understand your position. However, rules are rules, and personal guarantees cannot replace formal review processes."

"I know that some of you may think I'm being difficult or causing trouble, but please consider this: if every being who performs miracles is immediately recognized as a living saint without any verification, wouldn't the sorcerers of Chaos be able to impersonate saints and infiltrate our ranks at will?"

"My duty is to ensure that this does not happen. This is my loyalty to the Emperor, and my responsibility to everyone present."

It must be said that, logically speaking, the judge's words were impeccable.

However, being logically correct does not mean that one's attitude is pleasant.

Jill wanted to say something more, but Brod grabbed her shoulder.

Old Wolf shook his head slightly, signaling him to stay calm.

Krashir remained silent throughout, but a closer look revealed that he nodded slightly.

The Dark Angels clearly lean towards the Inquisitors' position in this matter.

Not surprising, after all, the Dark Angels are the biggest "secrecy maniacs" in the galaxy, and they are even more obsessed with "identity verification" than the Inquisition.

The sage of the Mechanic Church remained completely uninvolved.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Just at this time,

"That's enough."

Creed's voice, though soft, broke the silence.

All eyes were once again focused on the High Lord of Kadia.

Creed took another cigar out of his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"Judge Gregor, I understand and respect your concerns."

His gaze remained calm as he looked at the judge, without anger or hesitation.

"But this is wartime. The army of Chaos is outside, and they could launch a full-scale attack at any moment. I don't have time, and neither does Kadia, to wait for you to go through that tedious approval process."

Creed held the cigar between his fingers and slightly raised his chin in Qin Mo's direction.

"This Raphael, what he did on the front lines, the High Priestess and the Space Wolf have already testified. The Battle Sister vouched for him in the name of the Emperor, and the Space Wolf vouched for him in honor. That is enough in wartime."

"But," the judge wanted to interrupt,

"Let me finish." Creed's tone carried more weight, forcefully cutting off the judge's words.

"Identity verification can be done after the war, I don't object to that, but right now, at this moment, I need everyone in this room to focus their energy on how to defend this bastion, not on internal strife."

He looked around at everyone present.

"Kadia's enemies are outside, not here."

The last sentence is quite meaningful.

The judge's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he closed his mouth.

In this situation, continuing to persist is pointless except for offending everyone.

No matter how great the authority of the court, in times of war, it cannot surpass the wartime command authority of the Supreme Lord of the High Fortress.

"...As the lord of the fortress said."

"After the war, I will conduct a formal review; until then, I reserve my right to question."

His gaze lingered on Qin Mo one last time.

That look seemed to say, "I'm watching you."

Qin Mo remained silent throughout, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He found the judge's questioning somewhat amusing.

It's not worth getting angry, much less taking action.

Let him keep an eye on it. In the end, he'll find that he can't find anything out.

Because what Mahayana cultivators want to hide is something that mortals can never reach through their means.

"Alright, let's begin."

"Creed said."

The holographic projection slowly unfolded.

Red represents the enemy.

Blue represents friendly forces.

At this moment, the blue dots of light were pitifully few.

Creed drew a large circle on the holographic map.

"You've all likely experienced the current situation firsthand while traveling."

"Chaos has launched a full-scale offensive. The seventh line of defense fell six hours ago. The remnants of the 37th Cadian Assault Regiment are retreating here."

"The fourth line of defense fell twelve hours ago. All heavy weapon positions along the line have been destroyed."

"The northern flank's Tylo Fortress lost contact eight hours ago. According to the last communication received, they suffered a large-scale demonic invasion, and the garrison has most likely been wiped out."

"So," Creed put the baton back,

"I have, with the authority of the High Lord, issued a unified order to all Imperial forces that can receive communications: a full retreat, concentrating forces to defend the Kraf Bastion."

"Scattering our defenses will only lead to our being picked off one by one. Only by concentrating our forces can we possibly hold out until reinforcements arrive."

"The distress signal has been sent out through the Star Language Hall, broadcast with the highest priority to all star systems that the Empire can receive it. As long as we can hold out through this wave, we will receive reinforcements."

Creed's words eased the tension in the room slightly.

At least, there is still hope.

As long as we can hold on, there is still hope.

Qin Mo stood to one side of the holographic projection table, listening quietly.

He didn't interrupt, because he knew very well that when it came to matters of tactical command, he, as an outsider, had no more say than the professionals present.

Having cultivated immortality for thousands of years, I've never actually learned how to command modern interstellar warfare.

Therefore, let professionals do what they are good at. They only need to provide the power that ordinary people cannot provide at critical moments.

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"Next, we'll discuss the specific allocation of defense zones."

Creed pointed his baton at the map again.

This time, he pointed to the east side of the bastion.

There, the red dots were most concentrated, and among those densely packed infantry dots, there were several red markers that were several times larger.

The shapes of those markings are Titans.