Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

This sentence is short.

It only has about ten characters in total.

But when it reached the ears of those who cherished the words, it was like a viral bomb exploding in their souls.

Monakia, the perfect city.

That holy city that embodies the faith and love of the entire legion.

Every brick was carved by hand by the Word Bearers, and every wall is inscribed with praises of the Emperor.

That was the culmination of Loka's life's work, proof of the Seventeenth Legion's existence.

Then the emperor arrived.

The Emperor has arrived with the Ultra Warriors.

The emperor said: Burn it.

Flames rained down from the sky, and orbital bombardment reduced Monacia to dust. The once glorious holy city was reduced to ashes and ruins in a single day.

Loka and all his sons were ordered to kneel in the ruins, in the ashes of the holy city they had built and witnessed destroy, to listen to the emperor's rebuke.

The ashes fell on their armor.

Just like that.

Just like that handful of sand from before.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The Dark Apostle's body was trembling.

It was a surge of rage and humiliation that had been suppressed for ten thousand years, rising from the depths of the soul.

"What did you say? You...what did you say?!"

"I said—" Qin Mo leaned forward slightly and repeated, word by word,

"Don't you even recognize the City of Perfection?"

The eight-pointed star on the Dark Apostle's scepter suddenly burst forth with a dazzling dark red light.

The Word Bearers warriors behind him all stopped in their tracks.

a thousand years.

A ten-thousand-year-old scar was torn open in the most nonchalant way by a stranger.

"Kill him!!!"

The Dark Apostle let out a roar.

All the Word Bearers warriors erupted simultaneously.

They rushed towards Qin Mo all at once.

The retreat is no longer an option.

"Hehe." Qin Mo looked at the group of fervent, red-eyed idiots and nodded in satisfaction. "I didn't expect it to actually work."

With a wave of his sleeve, demons surged forth from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, roaring as they met the charge of the Word Bearer.

The clash between soul and steel erupted in an instant, plunging the battlefield into chaos once again.

But Qin Mo did not stay to watch the battle.

Because he has another goal.

The commander of the Alpha Legion was a truly calm man.

When he heard the collective, out-of-control roars of the Word Bearers through the communication channel, his first reaction was not anger or fear, but rather that he saw it as an opportunity.

The Speaker had drawn the black-robed man's full attention, which was the perfect opportunity to retreat.

Although teleportation was blocked, the two legs were still there.

As long as they can break away from the chaos of battle, it won't be difficult for the Alpha Legion to disappear from the battlefield of Cardia, given their infiltration and stealth capabilities.

"All units, take this opportunity to retreat to the northwest at full speed!"

He didn't finish his command.

Because Qin Mo appeared in front of him.

It appears out of thin air without any warning. True spatial teleportation without any mechanical assistance.

The commander of the Alpha Legion instantly raised his explosive pistol, a superhuman warrior's instinctive reaction; his body had already made the move before he realized it was useless.

But Qin Mo did not attack.

He stood with his hands behind his back, scrutinizing the warriors in their indigo armor from head to toe.

Then he spoke.

"You guys are much calmer than those red-armored ones," Qin Mo said casually. "But calm as I am, there's something I've always been curious about."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the helmet visor of the Alpha Legion commander.

"Do you... even know who you're fighting for?"

The commander did not answer.

Qin Mo didn't expect him to answer. He continued:

"Judging from your history, you betrayed the Empire and joined Chaos. But you don't seem to truly believe in Chaos. Some say you are loyalists of the Empire deeply embedded in Chaos, while others say you are simply hedging your bets. Perhaps you yourselves can't even say which side you're truly on?"

The commander's finger tightened slightly on the trigger.

Qin Mo noticed this detail, and his smile deepened.

"He even deceives himself," he said softly. "How pathetic."

"Your so-called schemes, infiltrations, and deceptions are nothing but cowardly acts. Used to cover up your weak strength within the legion, right?"

Qin Mo shifted his gaze from the commander and swept it over every Alpha Legion soldier present.

He noticed an interesting fact: although these warriors were also much taller than ordinary people, they were indeed shorter than the previous Word Bearers.

The information provided by the system was indeed correct.

Qin Mo said in a tone of sudden realization, "No wonder you guys are so keen on plotting. You can't win a direct confrontation, so you resort to tricks."

One of the Alpha Legion soldiers' breathing became noticeably rapid.

Qin Mo continued, speaking at a measured pace:

"No wonder your Primarchs couldn't defeat Roguedorn and Guilliman; one was killed in a direct confrontation, and the other's whereabouts remain unknown."

"Because your original form was useless, you are all a bunch of useless people too."

The air on the battlefield seemed to solidify.

The breathing of more than twenty Alpha Legion soldiers simultaneously became heavy.

Beneath their helmets, their facial muscles were twitching violently.

Qin Mo, however, had no intention of stopping.

He flashed a bright smile and asked the last question:

"And what was your slogan again? 'Hail Hydra! I am Alpha Rex'?"

He shook his head slightly and sighed.

"It's laughable that you can't even admit your Primarch is dead. Calling out the names of the dead to bolster your courage—is this the kind of courage your Alpha Legion has?"

silence.

The terrible silence.

It lasted for a full five seconds.

then.

"I am Alpha Reis!"

A cold voice came from the commander's helmet loudspeaker.

But this time, the words were no longer a tool for pretense and deception. This time, they carried pure anger.

"I am Alpharis," a second voice joined in.

"I am Alpharis." (The third one.)

"I am Alpha Reis!!"

More than twenty voices roared out simultaneously, merging into a deafening roar.

The Alpha Legion, a legion known for its calmness, rationality, and deception, has collectively turned red.

The commander switched the bomb gun to full-auto mode and drew his power sword with his left hand.

"All units. Cancel retreat."

"Kill him!"

More than twenty Alpha Legion soldiers roared simultaneously and charged towards Qin Mo.

Looking at the group of blue-armored warriors in front of him who were completely enraged, Qin Mo couldn't help but sigh again.

"Hmm, the methods provided by this system are really useful."

He raised his hand and released another batch of demons from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

While commanding the demons to fight, Qin Mo leisurely took a few steps back, watching the spectacular scene of the Chaos Battle Group and the Myriad Soul Banner Demons in a grand melee with a spectator's attitude.

In his mind's eye, a line of small text quietly scrolled across the system screen:

[The "Talk-no-Jutsu" technique has been executed successfully, precisely breaking through the target's defenses. The target's psychological defenses have completely collapsed.]

[Friendly reminder: Your talent for verbal sparring has been recorded by this system. It is recommended that when encountering more hostile forces in the future, you prioritize a strategy of using words before physical attacks. Sometimes, the power of words is stronger than the Myriad Soul Banner.]

[From a professional and reliable system.]

Qin Mo glanced at the notification and his lips twitched involuntarily.

This stupid system is getting more and more talkative.