Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

"Wait a moment!"

O'Lee finally shouted it out.

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

He didn't turn around immediately, but instead slightly tilted his head.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Hooked.

Then, he slowly turned around, his face still bearing that calm and indifferent expression.

"Is there anything else?"

Eulik's optical sensor flickered a few times, as if it were making a final internal struggle.

But in the end, self-interest prevailed over everything.

He took a deep breath, even though he no longer needed to breathe, but this action seemed to help his emotional module complete its final adjustment.

"Lord Raphael."

"I'm not lying about the fact that I don't have that much right now."

"but."

He gritted his teeth, if he still had any.

"I can give you what I have first."

"After this battle is over, I'll figure out how to gather another batch for you."

"I can contact other colleagues in the Forging World and allocate resources."

"how?"

---

Qin Mo looked at him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Words are meaningless. How can I believe you?"

These words caused Eulik's mechanical body to stiffen slightly.

Yes, words are no proof. These days, who believes verbal promises?

He himself has made many promises to the Empire, but he has also frequently broken them.

Therefore, it is reasonable that others do not believe him.

O'Lee was silent for a moment.

Then he said, "Then let's sign the contract."

He gritted his teeth and said those words.

"A formal, imperial standard-format, legally binding contract."

"If I breach this agreement, you can report it to any Imperial institution, and the Mechanicus's internal courts will also impose sanctions on me."

"Is this enough?"

Qin Mo glanced at him.

He nodded slightly.

"Can."

---

The contract was signed quickly.

Each party kept a copy, with everything clearly written down in black and white.

And in this process,

Qin Mo casually patted Orik's mechanical arm with his right hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Sage Euric."

He smiled and said that the tap was like a friendly greeting between friends, but in that instant of tapping...

A wisp of spiritual energy silently entered Orik's mechanical body.

The spiritual imprint has been successfully implanted.

With this mark, even if this tech geek runs to the other side of the galaxy after the battle, Qin Mo can still sense his location.

Want to run?

No way.

Of course, this is just in case.

Contracts can bind gentlemen, but not scoundrels. However, spiritual imprints can bind anyone.

---

After signing the contract, Olik seemed eager to confirm his reward.

"Lord Raphael, I will arrange for someone to deliver the supplies to you later. When will the storage ring I requested be ready?"

Qin Mo thought for a moment,

With his skill level in crafting, it would take him at most half an hour to forge a low-end storage ring with a volume of five cubic meters using low-grade space stones.

"tomorrow."

Qin Mo said calmly,

"I'll have someone send it to you."

Upon hearing this, although the expression on Eulik's mechanical face remained stiff, the brightness of the optical sensor softened noticeably.

At least I'll get it tomorrow.

"Then, I'll take my leave now."

Olek bowed slightly, then turned and left the command room.

He walked very fast, seemingly wanting to leave this place of heartbreak, where he had "lost money," as soon as possible.

And behind him,

Jill and Brod finally couldn't resist.

"puff,"

Brod was the first to laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, Fenris the Wolf! I've lived for over a thousand years, and this is the first time I've seen a guy like me suffer such a huge loss."

"That felt great, absolutely great!"

Jill laughed along, her eyes filled with delight.

"They used to always rip us off, but today they finally know what it feels like to be ripped off."

Qin Mo glanced at them, his face expressionless.

"They're gone."

He said.

---

In the following time

Qin Mo followed Creed and began his "inspection" of the entire bastion.

It was called an inspection, but in reality, it was to boost morale.

Creed knew very well the significance of the existence of a "living saint" to ordinary soldiers.

In this age of despair, in the chaos that has engulfed Kadia, the soldiers need hope.

They need a symbol.

A symbol proving that "the emperor has not abandoned them".

Qin Mo is this symbol.

Of course, Qin Mo knew in his heart that he was not an envoy of an emperor; he was just a passing-by evil cultivator.

But that didn't stop him from playing the role to the fullest.

After all, faith is merit.

Merit is power.

For an old, evil cultivator who has lived for thousands of years, acting is something else entirely.

It's as simple as drinking water.

---

Qin Mo summoned a golden auspicious cloud, carrying Creed into the air.

From a distance, it looks like a miracle.

A saint draped in golden light, riding on auspicious clouds, soars above the bastion.

He was accompanied by a Supreme Lord of the Fortress.

They started from the north wall and headed south.

At each defensive line, Qin Mo would lower his altitude so that the soldiers below could see him clearly.

Then he spoke.

"Warriors of Kadia,"

His voice, amplified by spiritual energy, resounded throughout the entire city wall.

Every word was clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier.

"The Emperor is watching you."

"Your sacrifice, your courage, your faith,"

"He saw it all."

The golden light suddenly intensified, like a holy light bathing each soldier.

Warm, peaceful, and full of power.

The soldiers looked up at the sky, watching the golden figure.

In his eyes, there was awe, fervor, and tears.

"saint!"

"A living saint!"

"Thank the Emperor, the Emperor has not abandoned us."

"Bravour to the Emperor! Cardia stands strong!"

Cheers erupted from the city walls like a tidal wave.

Wave after wave, spreading far and wide.

---

Qin Mo nodded slightly, then rode the auspicious cloud and continued flying to the next defensive line.

West wall,

"The demons of chaos are nothing but clowns jumping around."

"The walls of Kadia have stood for millennia, and they will not fall today."

Cheers erupted again.

"Cardia stands strong."

"Cardia stands strong."

East wall,

"Behind you are your families, your children, everything you have."

"Take up your weapons, for the Emperor is with you!"

The soldiers raised their laser guns and saluted the sky in unison.

"For the Emperor,"

South wall,

"Today will be the most glorious day in Cardia's history."

"And each and every one of you will become an immortal name on this page."

An old soldier lowered his head.

Tears rolled down his cloudy old eyes.

"By the Emperor above, to die under the Holy Light is to have no regrets in this life."

One line of defense after another,

Wherever they went, golden light shone brightly, and cheers erupted like a tidal wave.

The entire Kraf Bastion was in an uproar.