Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

"The eastern defense line," Creed lowered his voice slightly, "is the direction of our greatest threat right now."

"Chaos has concentrated a large force in the east. According to reconnaissance reports, there are at least three rogue Space Marine chapters, plus over two hundred thousand rebel ground troops, and..."

His baton pointed to those huge red markers.

"Vulcan Legion."

The moment the name was uttered, the atmosphere in the room tensed instantly.

The Legion of Vulcan, a notorious traitorous Titan legion, was once a loyal force of the Empire, achieving great feats during the Great Crusade, but sided with Chaos during the Horus Rebellion.

"According to our intelligence," Creed continued, "the Vulcan Legion has deployed at least fifteen Titans this time, including five Marauder-class and ten Warhound-class."

He paused.

"And a Warlord-class, Cursed Weapon."

Each of the Warlord-class Titans is a mobile mini-Hive City, exceeding thirty meters in height, and equipped with superweapons capable of destroying an entire city.

A single Titan of the Warrior class, in the absence of an equal power, is enough to determine the outcome of a battle.

The "Cursed Vessel" is one of the most ferocious and ancient Titans in the Vulcan Legion.

It is said that its machine soul has long been completely corrupted by chaos, and every time it fires, the shells carry the curse power of the subspace, making it a true "demon machine".

"So," Creed looked at Jill and Krashir, "I need elite troops for the eastern defense."

"Gentlemen, would you be willing to take on this task?"

Jill and Krashir turned their heads almost simultaneously, their eyes meeting in mid-air, sparks flying.

After about three seconds of silence,

Jill spoke first.

"Tch, fighting alongside them always sends chills down my spine."

His tone was teasing, but then he turned to Creed and said seriously,

"But Lord Creedburg, the Space Wolf will not back down before Kadia."

He patted his breastplate.

"We've taken over the eastern side."

Krashir also stepped forward.

"We accept the mission assignment and will proceed to the eastern defense line."

Although the two still disliked each other, they both made the right choices in their actions.

The overall situation is of paramount importance.

Personal grudges can wait until we survive.

Creed nodded in satisfaction.

"very good."

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His baton then moved to the center of the bastion, where a distinctive blue symbol, a shield-shaped icon, was marked.

"Here," Creed tapped the symbol with his finger, "is the core of the bastion, the command center, and also the location of the Void Shield generator."

"This shield generator is the lifeblood of the entire bastion. As long as it continues to operate, enemy long-range bombardment will be unable to inflict fatal damage on the bastion, and we can continue to defend it."

"But what if it is destroyed?"

Creed didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood the consequences.

Without shields, under the dense barrage of Chaos's firepower, the entire surface defenses of the bastion would not last more than half an hour.

"Based on my judgment," Creed continued,

"The enemy won't just attack head-on; they'll definitely try to dismantle us from within. The most effective way is to use warp means to summon demons directly near the shield generator and destroy it from the inside."

His gaze shifted to the two elder sisters.

"Therefore, Sister Genevieve, Sister Eleanor, I need your order of nuns to guard the command center and protect the shield generator."

"Battle Sisters are one of the Empire's best weapons against warp magic. Your light of faith can effectively suppress demons; there are no more suitable candidates than you."

Gina Viv hardly hesitated.

"As you command, Lord Creedburg, the martyred nun will use her faith and blood to protect the Emperor's sacred artifacts, and will never allow demons to lay a finger on the shield generator."

Eleanor nodded in agreement.

The two senior nuns accepted the task.

Creed put the cigar back in his mouth, took a deep drag,

So far, everything is going smoothly.

To the east are space wolves and dark angels, and in the central area are battle nuns.

Then, his gaze finally fell on Qin Mo.

"Raphael."

Creed addressed him by his first name, but there was no disrespect in his tone; it was simply the way a pragmatic commander addressed a capable soldier.

"I have a request,"

His baton drew a large circle on the map, encompassing the entire bastion.

"The bastion is currently teeming with a large population, including regular Cadian assault regiments, remnants of troops retreating from various lines, and some... civilians who have just taken up arms."

"Among these people, the morale of the regular army can still be maintained, but the remnants and civilians, who have just experienced a rout, witnessed the death of their comrades, and are shrouded in chaotic terror, many are on the verge of collapse."

Creed lowered his voice slightly.

"A soldier who has broken down is better off not going to the battlefield, because not only are they incapable of fighting, but they also become a burden to those around them, and in extreme cases, they can even become a breeding ground for chaos and corruption."

"So, I need something to keep them calm,"

He looked at Qin Mo, his gaze direct and frank.

"A living saint stood before them, telling them that the Emperor had not abandoned them, that the hope of victory still remained, letting them see that golden light, and then they rose again, taking up their weapons once more."

"Raphael, are you willing?"

Creed's words were very straightforward; he was simply making a request to Qin Mo in his capacity as a commander.

Use your presence to boost morale.

In Creed’s view, this is the greatest value that the “living saint” can bring to this battle, not going to the front line to fight against the Chaos Titans, although that would also be useful. No matter how strong a person’s combat power is, it is impossible for him to be in every place at the same time.

But morale is a global issue.

Qin Mo nodded slightly. This request was reasonable and exactly what he wanted.

Boost morale and build faith.

"no problem."

"Wait a moment."

Qin Mo was interrupted by a cold voice before he could finish speaking.

Judge Gregor stepped forward once again.

"Lord Creedburg, I regret to inform you that I cannot agree to this arrangement."

"This Raphael has not yet undergone the formal certification process of the court; therefore, he cannot, and should not, appear publicly before the guards as a 'living saint' until then."

Jill's eye twitched violently, as if she was about to say something.

"I know what you want to say, but please let me finish."

"What if an uncertified living saint appears in public, boosting morale, and then is later proven to be a fraud?"

"Then people's faith will collapse instantly, a collapse more terrifying than never having been inspired at all, because it means that the Emperor's messengers are fake, that the Emperor has abandoned them. This despair is more destructive than any psychological tactic employed by Chaos."

"So," he looked at Qin Mo,

"Before formal certification, I requested that this 'Raphael' undergo a standard psionic test with me to confirm the purity of his power source and to confirm the absence of chaotic contamination,"

"Once it's completed, if there are no problems, I will be the first to sign the certification document. At that time, he can inspire as many people as he wants."

"But not before that."