Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 27 Saving the Fearless

Qin Mo remained silent for a moment.

Then he said:

"With my strength, there's nothing they can do to help me."

This statement is simple, yet very true.

Qin Mo is a cultivator at the peak of the Mahayana stage, only one step away from ascending and transcending the tribulation.

Although the Space Wolves are elite warriors, in terms of absolute combat strength, they really can't help Qin Mo much.

"Host, stop being so arrogant." The system's tone suddenly became somewhat mischievous.

Qin Mo's eyebrows twitched: "What did you say?"

"According to my real-time monitoring, the spiritual energy circulation within the host's body began to accelerate automatically three minutes ago. This is the host's reaction before casting a spell. In other words—"

"Host, you must have decided to save this fearless one long ago, right? Your spiritual power was probably already poised to be unleashed the moment that old soldier mentioned wanting to see the Fenris sky."

Qin Mo's lips twitched slightly.

He was very unhappy that his thoughts had been read by a system.

"Hmph. Too talkative."

Qin Mo snorted coldly, his tone tinged with annoyance.

"I act entirely according to my whims. It's just that this spirited legion suits my taste better. A veteran who has fought for a thousand years, whose last wish is simply to see the sky of his homeland and drink a cup of mead, is not to be allowed to die on a foreign battlefield. I find it displeasing."

"Then please hurry up and get started, host." The system timely dropped its teasing tone and became serious.

"His soul flame can last for about two more minutes. After that, even the host's methods will be unlikely to save him."

Just as Qin Mo was about to activate his spiritual power, the system spoke again.

"Wait, it is advised that the host not use their own spiritual power for healing."

"Hmm?" Qin Mo frowned slightly.

"It is recommended that the host use the Golden Wheel of Merit for treatment," the system explained.

"The Golden Wheel of Merit can consume merit points to heal the target unit, with an effect comparable to the host casting a healing spell personally. However, it has a crucial advantage: the light emitted by the Golden Wheel is pure merit power—golden, warm, and sacred."

"so what?"

"Although the host's spiritual power is pure, it is still fundamentally biased towards the dark element. After all, the host cultivates an unorthodox cultivation method. Although the residual Yin energy in the spiritual power does not affect the healing effect, to outsiders, the sight of a dark mass being poured onto Wuwei is not very pleasant."

The system paused for a moment, then added:

"The humans of this world have a deep-rooted fear and aversion to black and dark forces. In their minds, those things are equated with chaos and heresy."

"But if the host uses the Golden Wheel of Merit to perform healing, the golden light will not only not cause rejection, but will instead remind them of—"

"What does this remind you of?"

"Think of the emperor," the system said. "In this world, the emperor's power is collectively perceived as golden. When the host uses the Golden Wheel of Merit for healing, the visual effect produced is almost identical to the emperor's divine power."

"This has a huge boost to accumulating faith points, which can then be converted into merit."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mo's lips twitched slightly.

"Tch. What a hassle."

However, he also admitted that the system made sense.

When in this world, it's essential to follow local customs.

Although he didn't care what these mortals thought of him, since the system had provided a better solution, there was no reason not to use it.

not to mention.

The Golden Wheel of Merit consumes merit points, while healing the wounded earns merit points.

If done properly, you might be able to earn even more merit.

"How much merit is required?"

"Based on the assessment of the target's injuries, a full cure will require 2000 merit points."

2000 points.

"Payment."

Qin Mo strode forward.

The golden wheel of merit behind him suddenly brightened at this moment, and the golden light rose slowly behind Qin Mo like a small sun.

The space wolves were the first to notice the anomaly.

Those soldiers facing Qin Mo were the first to see the increasingly intense golden light and instinctively squinted their eyes.

But they quickly relaxed.

Because the light was not dazzling.

It is as bright as the midday sun, but looking at it does not cause any discomfort.

On the contrary... there was an indescribable sense of comfort.

Warmth. Tranquility. Peace.

Qin Mo walked through the crowd of Space Wolves.

The space wolves instinctively made way for him, because some kind of instinct told them that what this person was doing should not be stopped.

Jill also sensed the change behind her.

He suddenly turned his head and saw Qin Mo walking towards Wuwei.

The black-robed cultivator's expression remained indifferent yet somewhat amused, but the golden halo behind him—no, it should now be called a golden halo—was radiating an undeniable light.

"What are you going to do?"

Qin Mo did not answer.

He had already reached the Dreadnought.

Get a close look at the remains of this steel behemoth.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

The Golden Wheel of Merit rose up in response.

The golden disc flew out from behind Qin Mo and hovered directly above the fearless mech.

"What is that—"

Before Jill could finish speaking, the golden wheel moved.

Golden rays of light poured down from the golden wheel, enveloping the entire fearless mech.

When the golden streams of light touched the cold armor surface of the Dreadnought, they emitted a humming sound like chanting.

Somber, solemn, and dignified.

The golden light pierced through the fearless armor, and wherever it passed, the damaged metal surface began to slowly heal.

Even more shockingly, that mutilated body also began to change.

The pale skin regained its color.

The atrophied muscle fibers regained their fullness. One by one, the failing organs restarted.

And that dying flame of the soul, under the infusion of the golden light of merit, suddenly blazed brightly.

The two eyepieces also suddenly lit up.

Every Space Wolf present stared wide-eyed.

They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Just a second ago, they were still wailing over the passing of their elder.

The wolf pastor's prayers still echoed in my ears.

And now-

"...What's going on?"

A confused voice came from the Dreadnought.

Brod Frostybeard awoke.

Not only did he wake up, he felt incredibly well.

The feeling of weakness I had just experienced has completely disappeared.

A feeling of comfort, like being soaked in hot mead, filled his body.

This isn't right.

He clearly remembered saying goodbye. He told little Gil his last words, told the children not to cry, and then said he wanted to see the sky of Fenris and drink Fenris mead.

Then he prepared to leave.

They were getting ready to go to their father's long table to drink mead.

result.

How am I still alive?

This issue is full of confusion.

It even carried a hint of inappropriate grievance, as if a veteran employee who had finally made up their mind to retire had their resignation rejected by their boss right after submitting it.

If anyone could see Brod's expression right now, they would see a completely bewildered old face.