Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 77 He has the complete STC!

Even in the early morning at Krafbahn, the distant sound of cannon fire can still be heard.

But inside the bastion, the atmosphere was surprisingly calm.

At least, that's the case in the command center.

When Qin Mo entered the command room, he found that everyone had already arrived.

When the two elder nuns saw Qin Mo enter, they immediately bowed slightly in greeting.

"Lord Raphael," Lord Creedburg spoke first, his voice steady and powerful, "everyone's here, let's begin."

Qin Mo nodded and found a place to stand.

The meeting officially began.

The meeting lasted for about an hour in a highly efficient atmosphere, and all the details were finalized one by one.

Everything is ready.

"Okay." Creed stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Then, everyone, take your positions."

"May the Emperor protect Kadia."

"May the Emperor protect us!" the crowd echoed in unison.

After the meeting ended, everyone began to get up one after another, preparing to go to their respective defense zones. Just then, Qin Mo took something out of his storage ring.

With a flash of light, a brand-new power armor appeared in Qin Mo's hands.

To be precise, it appeared on the ground in front of him.

Because this power armor is so heavy, it looks a bit strange to hold it with one hand.

"Brode, take this," Qin Mo said calmly.

Brod turned around, his gaze falling on the power armor, and then he froze.

As a veteran who has fought for thousands of years, he recognized the model of the power armor at a glance.

Mark 8.

The only new type of powered armor in the Empire's ten thousand years.

Moreover, Brod's gaze swept quickly across the surface of the armor, every detail screaming a truth to him.

This is no ordinary Mark 8; this is a precision-engineered one.

The deck surface is polished to a mirror-like smoothness, the joints are precisely connected, and the eagle emblem on the chest is engraved with exquisite detail.

Every inch, every part, exudes an exquisite beauty that only the most skilled craftsmen could create.

Moreover, this suit of armor is brand new.

It wasn't refurbished, it wasn't repaired, and it wasn't taken from some fallen comrade.

Instead, it's brand new from the factory.

"This—" Brod's Adam's apple bobbed, and for a moment he was speechless.

Jill, who was standing nearby, also saw the power armor and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Fenris's Ice Wind, is this a Mark VIII? A Seiko?!"

In the entire Space Wolves Legion, there are no more than a hundred people who can afford to wear the Mark 8 precision armor.

Those were all the Wolf King's guards, veterans of the Big Wolf Fang.

The value of a single suit of armor is equivalent to that of a small frigate.

And Qin Mo just casually took it out?

Krashir, who was standing at a distance, also witnessed this scene.

His pupils contracted slightly. How many secrets does this person, who calls himself a living saint, have that he can casually pull out a set of Mark 8 precision power armor?

He can conjure storage rings out of thin air, he can conjure Titans out of thin air, and now he can conjure power armor out of thin air. This is far beyond Krashir's comprehension.

If this is truly the power of the Emperor, then why has the Emperor never shown such a gift before?

If not, then what is the source of this power?

Dark Angel's professional instincts told him that something was wrong, but his reason told him that now was not the time to investigate.

Of all the people present, the one with the strongest reaction was undoubtedly Sage Euric.

The moment his mechanical eye saw the power armor, its optical zoom automatically zoomed to its maximum.

Every weld point, every cable routing, every microscopic texture of the deck.

He saw everything clearly.

The craftsmanship of this power armor is unbelievably perfect.

"This couldn't possibly have been forged by hand—" Eulik frantically calculated in his mind, "Only the legendary, fully automated forging furnaces of the Golden Age could achieve this level of precision."

His thoughts suddenly stalled, and then a thought that sent chills down his spine surged into his mind: STC.

The complete STC!

No, impossible. The complete STc has been lost for a long time; it can't be found anywhere in the entire galaxy.

But if it's not a complete STC, how do you explain this process?

The mechanical heart of the Oric suddenly started beating at a faster frequency, and the cooling fan ran at full speed.

Calm down, calm down.

He forced his logic modules to take over his emotions.

"Brother Raphael," Brod said, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—shock, gratitude, and disbelief—"where did you get this from?"

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Qin Mo's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was indifferent: "Naturally, it is also the great power of the emperor."

"The Emperor couldn't bear to see his warriors go to war without weapons and equipment, so last night he bestowed this power armor upon me and asked me to pass it on to you."

Without blushing or skipping a beat.

"This, this————"

Old Wolf opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

A gift from the emperor?

Just like that, so directly, bestowed it without hesitation?

A set of Mark 8 precision armor, just given away like that?

Isn't this a bit too casual?

While Brod was still in a daze, Qin Mo turned slightly to the side, leaned closer, and whispered in a voice that only the three of them could hear.

"Just take it if I give it to you, why are you asking so many questions?"

His voice carried a hint of the impatience typical of an elder in the cultivation world bestowing treasures.

"You don't actually want to spend a lot of money to trade for a set of junk from that oil guy, do you?"

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When Brod heard the words "motorcycle oil guy" and "junk," the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He glanced subconsciously at Orik in the distance, remembering that he had indeed originally planned to negotiate with the sage to see if he could get a set of second-hand power armor.

Given O'Lee's personality, even if he were willing to give it, it would most likely be an old relic that has been repaired countless times, and he would have to use a lot of favors to get it.

And now, a brand new Mark 8 precision armor set is right in front of you, free of charge.

Broad no longer hesitated.

"Okay! Thank you!"

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Old Wolf reached out and grabbed the chest plate of his power armor. Then, to everyone's astonishment, he began to put on the armor himself. Without the aid of servo arms or the help of servants.

Brod, all by himself, used pure physical strength to put on the clothes one by one.

The people around were stunned.

A typical Space Marine wearing power armor requires at least two to three squires to assist him, plus a servo arm.

And Brod, bare-handed, simply put it on.

He didn't blush, wasn't out of breath, and even moved quite nimbly.

Only Jill knew that this was Qin Mo's doing.

Is this the power after Qin Mo reshaped his physical body?

That's ridiculously strong.

The last piece of shoulder armor was fastened in place, click.

The power armor's backpack emitted a deep hum, the fusion battery activated, the servo motors in the joints began to operate, and the goggles glowed with a ghostly blue light.

Brod wore a brand-new Mark 8 precision-engineered power armor, exuding the murderous aura of a veteran.