Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

In the dark ages of technology, humanity once created artificial intelligence with complete self-awareness.

And those artificial intelligences ultimately triggered the Iron Man rebellion, which nearly destroyed the entire human civilization.

From then on, artificial intelligence became the greatest taboo for the Empire and the Mechanicus.

Any research, creation, or use of artificial intelligence will be considered heresy.

And these Titan machine spirits exhibit the following characteristics.

Think independently, act independently, and make independent judgments.

These characteristics bear a striking resemblance to the forbidden intelligence of hatred.

The sect he belongs to is one that is very interested in abhorring intelligence, and he is one of them.

After a moment's thought, he turned around and looked at Qin Mo.

Complex lights flickered within the red optical sensor: curiosity, excitement, apprehension, and a barely concealed greed.

"Lord Raphael."

"Could you tell me exactly how you did it?"

He paused, seemingly considering his words.

"Theoretically speaking, even if the machine spirit is highly active, it cannot control a Titan to fight on its own."

"The Titan's control system is extremely complex, involving the distribution of power output, real-time adjustment of the balance matrix, and precise control of the weapon systems; each aspect requires massive amounts of real-time calculations and judgments."

"These are things that a primitive machine spirit could not accomplish."

"Unless, on top of the machine soul, some higher level of intelligence has been superimposed."

When he mentioned the word "intelligence," his voice lowered slightly.

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly after hearing this.

"Is this important?"

"In the current situation, as long as it can fight and eliminate the forces of chaos, isn't that enough?"

In Qin Mo's view, these Titans were nothing more than his puppets.

As for how they move and what the principle is, what business is it of anyone else's?

Have you ever seen someone ask a cultivator, "Why can your magical artifact fly?"

Isn't that obvious? It's driven by spiritual energy, common knowledge in the cultivation world. Does it need any explanation?

But it's clear that O'Leary doesn't intend to let this issue go so easily.

"Very important, Your Excellency Raphael."

His voice became more serious.

"I suspect you've used some kind of abhorrent intelligent technology."

This word caused a subtle change in the expressions of everyone present.

Creed frowned slightly. The words "hate intelligence" were a taboo subject within the Empire.

Once this label is attached, the consequences will be unimaginable.

O'Leary was well aware of the weight of that word, but he still said it.

He needed a plausible reason to get close to these Titans.

And "security check" is the best reason.

"This technology is strictly prohibited by the Empire," Olek continued.

"Moreover, it is very likely to be beyond our control,"

"If these Titans suddenly went out of control on the battlefield, the impact on us would be devastating."

He turned to Creed,

"Therefore, I hope the Lord of Creedburg will allow me to conduct a comprehensive examination of these Titans first,"

"Once the test results are confirmed to be correct, they will be deployed to the battlefield."

His tone sounded entirely reasonable and impeccable, stemming from a concern for security.

Comprehensive testing means that he can access every system, every data line, and every core module of Titan.

Creed fell silent.

He was thinking.

If these Titans did indeed use some form of abomination intelligence, what if they suddenly went out of control on the battlefield and went berserk in their own lines?

The consequences would indeed be unimaginable.

From this perspective, Oleksandr's proposal seems reasonable.

However, what makes Creed who he is is that he never looks at things superficially.

He looked at O'Rourke, and Creed's intuition told him clearly that this oil guy simply wanted to study these Titans.

What "safety check"? What "prevention of loss of control"?

Those are all excuses.

The real purpose is to take it apart and see what the underlying principles are.

He had seen many sages of the Mechanicus.

They're all more insane than the last.

When they see something they want to study, they will stop at nothing to achieve it. They can fight the orcs for a hundred years just to get a piece of STC.

To study an ancient technological relic, they would turn the entire planet upside down; to find a lost technical text, they would risk their lives inside an insect hive.

Therefore, a sage of the Mechanicus, upon seeing seventeen Titans capable of autonomous action,

It's perfectly normal to want to conduct testing and research.

But as normal as it is, Creed wasn't entirely certain that the Titans wouldn't lose control.

So he fell silent.

He was weighing his options.

Qin Mo saw all of this, and he slightly turned his head to look at Olek, a very faint smile curving his lips.

These heretical cultivators have lived for thousands of years; what kind of people haven't they seen?

He could see clearly what this sage of the Mechanic Church was planning with a single scan of his divine sense.

Reasoning with them? It's useless.

Presenting the facts? It's useless.

Subduing people by force? It works, but it's not elegant.

The best way to deal with this kind of person is to shut them up with their own logic.

Qin Mo took a small step forward, and golden light flowed slightly with his movement.

"Sage Euric. Before discussing these Titans, I'd like to ask you a question."

O'Lee was slightly taken aback when the red optical sensor flashed.

"……you say."

"Tell me," Qin Mo looked at him, her gaze calm as still water.

What is your view on emperors?

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this problem,

It came very suddenly.

Suddenly, Eulik's processor performed a high-speed contextual analysis within a brief 0.3 seconds, attempting to understand the intent behind the question.

But he couldn't figure it out.

However, for a sage of the Mechanicus, the answer to this question is fixed.

"The Emperor is naturally the incarnation of Om Messiah, the great god of all machines."

This is one of the core doctrines of Mechanism: the Emperor is the Om Messiah, the embodiment of the god of machines in the real universe.

This is a fundamental tenet that every member of the Mechanic Church is repeatedly instilled with from the first day they join the church.

When O'Lee said those words, his tone was devout and firm.

Because this is something he truly believes in from the bottom of his heart.

Qin Mo nodded slightly after listening.

"good."

Then, he took a step forward, and the golden light suddenly shone brightly with that step.

Everyone involuntarily narrowed their eyes slightly.

As for Olek, who was facing the light, his optical sensor adjusted the brightness three times in an instant before he could barely adapt to the sudden light.

Qin Mo's voice rang out from within the golden light.

"So, as a living saint chosen by the God of Myriad Machines,"

"I tell you clearly, all the miracles that have befallen me, including these Titans, are the power of the God of Machines. There is no such thing as abomination or intelligence."

"Do you still have doubts?"