Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

By this time, Creed had regained his composure.

"Lord Raphael, thank you for bringing these Titans."

His voice was calm, without pressing for further questions.

No matter how many questions you have, no matter how incredible things are happening before your eyes.

He can always bring the focus back to the core question of "how to win the war using existing resources" in the shortest amount of time.

This is the innate quality of a commander, and also the iron will honed by Kadia.

"These Titans will greatly enhance the firepower of our eastern defenses, and I will make the most of them."

He nodded, his eyes filled with genuine gratitude.

Then, he turned to the Mechanicus sage beside him.

"Sage Eurick,"

"..."

"Sage Euric?"

"..."

Creed had to turn up the volume.

"Sage Euric!"

"ah!"

Olik snapped back to reality. He had been so engrossed in his fantasies about spatial storage technology that he hadn't heard a word Creed was saying.

"Excuse me, Lord Creedburg. What did you say?"

"I said, could you find pilots who can fly these Titans as soon as possible? I need them in battle immediately."

Only then did O'Leary reluctantly shift his attention from Qin Mo's ring to the important matter at hand.

He began to analyze Creed's problem, then he shook his head.

"Lord Creedburg, I think you should know how long it takes to train a pilot for a divine machine."

"A qualified Titan pilot, from selection and training to establishing a neural connection with the Titan's soul, requires at least several years. Even the most talented candidates need at least several months."

"A qualified knight mech pilot also needs to undergo a long neural adaptation process."

"In such a short time, I cannot train you to pilot a God Machine. This is a physical limitation, not a matter of attitude."

Creed's brow furrowed deeply.

He had actually thought about this problem, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Seventeen war machines were laid out before them, but no one could operate them.

It felt like someone who hadn't eaten for three days was presented with a sumptuous feast, but their hands were tied.

Creed's temple throbbed slightly. There was a Titan, but no pilot.

This is even more frustrating than not having Titan at all.

Just as Creed was feeling a headache coming on, a calm voice rang out again.

"These Titans don't need pilots."

Qin Mo's tone remained calm and composed.

"Their machine spirits can control their bodies independently."

Silence returned.

However, this time, the reaction of the people present had changed from "shock" to "numbness".

I've been hit by too many shocks today.

From conjuring Titans out of thin air, to spatial storage rings, and now to "Titans that can move on their own".

One bomb after another raised everyone's shock threshold to an abnormally high level.

Creed even felt that he wouldn't be too surprised if Qin Mo said the next second, "I can even summon the Emperor himself to help."

Well, he still does that, but in any case, he has learned not to be surprised by any of this "living saint's" actions.

He remained silent for a few seconds, lost in thought.

But Eulik didn't have Creed's composure.

Machine Soul, self-driving Titan?

Orik's microphone emitted a series of shrill binary words.

The translated meaning is roughly as follows:

"Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible."

His optical sensors flickered erratically, and the indicator lights on the data processing module jumped wildly.

Machine Soul – every member of the Mechanic Cult knows what Machine Soul is. It is the soul bestowed upon every mechanical creation by the God of Machines, the sacred essence of machine operation.

But the Machine Soul, in the end, is just an extremely primitive, almost instinctive existence.

It can enable a war machine to start up after being abandoned for many years, and it can allow a sacred chainsaw sword to unleash power beyond its specifications at critical moments.

It can affect the accuracy of a weapon, making the pious shooter's aim more precise.

But what if the Machine Soul could independently drive a Titan?

It relies solely on its own soul to manipulate tens of thousands of joints, power systems, weapon platforms, balance matrices, and heat dissipation cycles.

That's absolutely impossible!!

Throughout the Empire’s more than 10,000-year history, no Titan has ever been able to act autonomously without a pilot.

Orik's microphone emitted another series of unintelligible binary noises.

Creed, who was standing nearby, saw all of this.

"Lord Raphael, is what you say true?"

Qin Mo glanced at Creed.

He didn't speak.

Because some things are better done once than said a hundred times.

He slightly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

---

The words had barely left his lips when

The change happened suddenly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The most recent Predator-class Titan's power core suddenly roared.

Then, it moved.

The thick, mechanical leg slowly rose and took a step forward.

"Thump!"

The training ground shook violently, and everyone present felt the tremors beneath their feet.

Immediately afterwards, the other leg was lifted and stepped out.

"Thump!"

One step, two steps, three steps

It is walking.

A Marauder-class Titan without a pilot is walking on its own.

Moreover, its gait was not as clumsy or stiff as people had imagined.

On the contrary, every step was steady and powerful, the shift of weight was smooth and natural, and the power output was even and stable.

It even moves more smoothly than some Titans with pilots.

Its weapon arm slowly rose, the muzzle of the giant turbo laser cannon rotated to an angle, aiming at an abandoned alloy wall in the distance of the training ground, and then slowly lowered again.

Like a soldier checking his weapons to make sure everything is working properly.

Immediately afterwards, the other Titans also moved.

As the High Lord of Cardia, Creed was accustomed to remaining calm under any circumstances.

But even he had to admit that the scene was too shocking.

Seventeen golden Titan and Knight mechs simultaneously and autonomously activated after a snap of their fingers, as if the Emperor himself had bestowed a divine decree, giving life to steel.

Creed took a deep breath and spent about five seconds getting his heartbeat back to normal.

"...Okay," he said.

His voice was a little hoarse, but very steady.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned in a small arc.

As a commander, he was already rapidly calculating in his mind how much these seventeen autonomous Titans could enhance the defense line.

At this moment, Krashir, standing behind Creed, had extremely complicated feelings.

If before he was still somewhat skeptical of Qin Mo's attitude,

Now, however, it is a deep sense of dread.

It's not just fear,

There was also a strong sense of curiosity.

The living saint before us, who calls himself "Raphael,"

His entire body is a mystery.