Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 43 These must be the heroic souls of those who served under the Emperor!

The area several hundred meters in front of the temple was instantly enveloped in golden light, a light that was both warm and solemn.

The special effects of the fake Emperor's Flag are all turned on.

All visual effects are maximized to the extreme.

Meanwhile, inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Tens of thousands of ferocious souls roared simultaneously.

Their spiritual power was compressed by Qin Mo and gathered into a ray at the tip of the Myriad Souls Banner.

It should have been a pale green, but under the "fake Emperor's Flag" effect, the pale green turned into gold.

The rays shot out from the top of the flag at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect.

At the same instant, the Demon Blood Cannon also opened fire.

A dark red beam of light shot out from the cannon in the chest of the Skull Lord. The beam was two meters in diameter and contained not ordinary energy, but the blood of a cursed demon, a destructive force formed from the resentment of countless murdered people.

Two rays, one gold and one red, met in the air.

collision.

There is no suspense.

The dark red pillar of demonic blood began to disintegrate the moment it came into contact with the golden rays.

The golden ray pierced through the Demon Blood Cannon's attack and struck the Skull Lord's chest.

It entered through the muzzle. It exited through the back.

The massive demonic engine had a two-meter-diameter hole pierced through its chest.

Golden light surged from the hole, like a small sun blooming within the skull master's body.

The internal rune array collapsed, and the imprisoned bloodthirsty demon's spirit let out a mournful howl in the golden light before being devoured by the Myriad Soul Banner.

Clean and neat.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

Then, the five nuns who formed a human wall with their bodies maintained their outstretched arms, their expressions still fixed on the resolute determination to "go to their deaths."

He slowly turned his head.

They saw Qin Mo's back.

I saw that golden flag fluttering in the wind.

I saw the remaining traces of that golden ray that had not completely dissipated.

I could feel the sacred aura emanating from the flag.

Their knees buckled.

It was not out of fear, but out of piety.

Genevieve, who had stopped abruptly during the charge, also witnessed all of this.

Her eyes widened, reflecting the golden figure in her pupils. Her lips trembled, and she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Then, her legs bent uncontrollably.

Kneel on the ground and clasp your hands together.

Tears streamed down her face; they were tears of joy.

"By the Emperor!"

She shouted.

"Have you sent an envoy to save us?!"

At that moment, all the nuns in front of the temple were watching the golden figure.

The hymns rang out again.

But this time, there was a new emotion in the song.

It was no longer the tragic grandeur of being in dire straits, but the ecstatic joy of being rescued.

Qin Mo stood still, feeling the surging power of faith, his merit points increasing.

[Ding—Gained Merit Points +127]

[Ding—Gained Merit Points +89]

[Ding—Gained Merit Points +156]

[Ding—Gained Merit Points +203]

Qin Mo looked at the numbers flashing in his mind and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Um."

"really."

"Fervent faith brings good fortune so quickly."

Before the afterglow of the golden rays had completely dissipated, Qin Mo had already taken his next step.

The banner of ten thousand souls suddenly expanded, and in the next second, souls poured out.

Thousands upon thousands of golden souls.

A brilliant, warm, and sacred gold.

Each soul was enveloped in a golden halo, and their form changed from a twisted, malevolent spirit into a heroic human silhouette.

Some looked like warriors clad in armor, some like priests holding scepters, and some were indistinct, with only a golden, glittering figure visible. But without exception, they all exuded an aura of "holiness" and "solemnity."

To outsiders, this doesn't look like a malevolent spirit at all.

These are clearly the spirits of heroes!

The heroic souls beneath the emperor's throne!

The souls of millions of loyal martyrs, responding to the call of the Emperor's messengers, returned from beyond the Golden Throne—at least that's how the nuns present understood it.

"The Holy Spirit... has descended upon the world..." A nun knelt on the ground, her hands clasped together, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls.

"By the Emperor...this is...this is the descent of the Holy Spirit..."

Genevieve knelt on the spot, her whole body trembling.

She witnessed a "miracle" with her own eyes—the golden ray that blasted away the Lord of the Skull—and now she witnessed the "descent of heroic spirits"—thousands of golden spirits flying out from the Holy Banner.

This was beyond any act of faith she had ever witnessed in her decades-long career as a sister.

This is no small miracle.

This is a direct manifestation of the emperor's own will.

The figure standing in the very center of the golden light was the envoy chosen by the emperor.

A living saint.

at the same time.

A system notification sounded in Qin Mo's mind.

[Host suggestion: Temporarily store the previously controlled Word Bearers and Alpha Legion undead warriors inside the Thousand Soul Banner.]

These undead warriors are wearing power armor from Chaos Space Marines, making them highly recognizable.

The Battle Sisters have zero tolerance for "heretics." If they were to witness a host using the soul of a Chaos Space Marine, even a "dead" one, it could very likely trigger a crisis of trust.

Although the Space Wolf has accepted its host's explanation, the Battle Sister is unaware of the full context. Revealing too much "unknown power" prematurely could lead to excessively high costs for explanation.

Qin Mo nodded slightly, finding it to be true.

If they saw themselves controlling the souls of Chaos Space Marines, even if they had "tamed" them, they might go insane on the spot.

When faith becomes too fanatical, it can sometimes be a problem.

As soon as the thought was uttered, the undead power armor instantly transformed into dozens of beams of light, which were then absorbed back by the Myriad Soul Banner.

The speed was extremely fast, and with the dust flying around on the battlefield, no one noticed this detail.

I also stored Titan in my storage space.

Now only those "golden spirits" remain on the battlefield. Their appearance is completely unrecognizable; they are just clusters of golden spirits, perfect.

Thousands upon thousands of golden spirits, like a silent army, flew over Qin Mo's head and swooped down towards the lines of the chaotic forces.

The Khorne followers witnessed this scene.

Those ferocious, bloodthirsty warriors who worship killing did not feel fear when they saw countless golden souls surging towards them.

Instead, it was excitement.

"Come on!" A blood-soaked Khorne berserker raised his chainsaw axe and roared madly at the sky.

"You souls sent to your deaths! Let me offer your heads to the God of Blood!"

He swung his chainsaw axe with tremendous force, the teeth of which spun rapidly, slicing through the first golden spirit that lunged at him.

Then--

They went through it.

There was no resistance.

There is no tactile sensation.

No harm was caused.