Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 100 Illusion

Just then, the system notification sounded.

[Detection complete. The host's assessment is largely correct. These useless viruses are indeed a special version created by Tzeentch, designed for deep fusion with the Machine Soul. The fusion is currently 100% complete, making separation and purification impossible.]

[If the host absorbs it into the Myriad Souls Banner, although it can be refined, the refined soul will lose its compatibility with the mechanical system and will be unable to immediately control these Titans. A considerable period of readjustment will be required.]

"Yes, it certainly seems so."

After carefully examining the situation, Qin Mo made his judgment.

These corrupted machine souls are no longer worth preserving.

They've merged too thoroughly with the waste code virus; they can't be purified, and leaving them is a potential hazard. Besides, even if they were absorbed into the Myriad Soul Banner for refinement, they wouldn't be of much value, so it's easier to just wipe them off.

"Then there's no need to keep these machine souls anymore."

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Having said that, his consciousness suddenly tightened.

The invisible net that enveloped all the Titans suddenly tightened, and the machine spirits inside the Titans were devastated in the same instant.

Everything instantly disintegrated and vanished.

Along with the corrupted viruses that merged with it, they were also completely wiped out.

however.

At the very instant Qin Mo erased these machine spirits with his divine sense, a sudden change occurred.

The book moved.

It's that old book that was originally the vessel for the treacherous and ever-changing Demon Lord.

It had been lying quietly in the corner, and had not made a sound since its soul was taken away by Qin Mo.

But at this moment, the pages of the book turned wildly on their own, even though there was no wind.

Then, a strange blue light shot out from the pages of the book, heading straight for Qin Mo's brow.

Extremely fast.

But Qin Mo is no ordinary person; he is a cultivator at the peak of the Mahayana stage.

At the very instant the change occurred, his divine sense had already captured the trajectory, speed, energy composition, and target of the blue light.

He was perfectly capable of dodging, but Qin Mo didn't move.

After sensing the energy contained in this ray, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This is not an attack.

At least it wasn't an attack intended to cause harm.

The energy contained in this blue ray seems more like it can create some kind of... illusion.

It was like a key, and also like a door. Its purpose wasn't to kill Qin Mo, but to take him somewhere.

interesting.

Is this Tzeentch's backup plan?

Qin Mo's lips curled up even more. He wanted to see what other tricks this self-proclaimed omniscient and omnipotent god of conspiracy had up his sleeve.

So he let the blue ray hit his forehead.

The moment the blue light entered between my eyebrows, the surrounding environment began to change rapidly.

The Titan's cockpit has disappeared.

Instead, a scene both strange and familiar unfolded.

Green, vast expanses of green came into view.

Then comes the scent of earth, a blend of floral and fresh grass.

Then came birdsong, coming from all directions.

Finally, there's the wind. A gentle, warm wind.

Qin Mo slowly opened his eyes.

After he took a clear look at his surroundings, a ripple appeared in his eyes.

The Realm of Darkness and Yellowness.

This is what the Xuanhuang Realm looks like.

No, it's not just the Xuanhuang Realm.

This is where he lived when he was a child.

This is a quiet little courtyard, nestled atop a mountain peak.

The mountain peak is not very high, but the terrain is treacherous, and it is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, enveloping the entire mountain in a misty, ethereal atmosphere.

The courtyard is built against the mountain, backed by a cliff and facing a deep valley, offering an extremely wide view.

At this moment, Qin Mo was standing in a garden behind the courtyard.

The garden is not large, but it is maintained with great care.

Various exotic flowers and plants are planted in a well-organized manner.

The entire garden looks like a painting.

In the center of the garden sits a charming little house.

The beams are made of green bamboo, the roof is made of thatch, and there are windows on all four sides, with plain-colored cloth curtains hanging in front of the windows.

A stone table and two stone stools were placed in front of the door, and a tea set was also placed on the stone table, as if the owner had only left temporarily and would return at any time to continue drinking tea.

It's not big, but it's very cozy.

Qin Mo stood on the garden path, quietly watching everything.

He knew this place all too well.

The location of every flower and plant, the pattern of every stone slab, and the direction of every bamboo beam were exactly the same as he remembered.

"It's been so long since I've been back."

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Qin Mo said softly.

At the same time, the system's voice sounded in my mind.

"Please be aware, host, this is an illusion created by Tzeentch's evil magic. Please leave as soon as possible."

Qin Mo chuckled.

Of course he knew it was an illusion. From the moment that blue light struck his forehead, he knew perfectly well what it was.

The cunning methods involve mental intrusion, using the target's memories to construct a false world powerful enough to shake their will.

To put it bluntly, it's not much different from the inner demon illusions in the cultivation world.

But Qin Mo ignored the system's warning.

He didn't even respond in his mind, but strode straight toward the house door.

Reaching the door, Qin Mo reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the door.

Wooden door panel.

It has a warm and delicate feel, with a subtle luster from the passage of time.

Qin Mo pushed open the door, and with a creak, the scene inside came into view.

A low table, two cushions. On the low table are several bamboo scrolls and a dark-colored teapot.

A bookshelf stood against the wall. The bookshelf was made of green bamboo and held various classics, prescriptions, and spellbooks.

There was a small couch in the corner. A plain brocade quilt was folded neatly on the couch.

A string of wind chimes hung beside the couch, made of fragments of spirit stones, which made a crisp and melodious sound when a breeze blew by.

Looking further inside, there were several paintings hanging on the wall.

The subjects of the paintings are all very simple; some are landscapes, some are flowers and birds, and some are just a few strokes of a scribble. But each one is carefully framed and hung up neatly.

On another wall, two swords were hanging.

One was jet black, with faint dark red patterns flowing across its blade—sword patterns formed from condensed evil energy.

The other one is pure white, with a crystal-clear blade that shines like glass, emitting a faint glow.

One black and one white, hanging side by side.

Looking at everything in the room, Qin Mo slowly stopped.

"Hmm, even the inside is so faithfully reproduced," he said softly, "because it's based on my memories."

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The location of every object and the presentation of every detail were exactly as he remembered.

It must be said that, as a form of psychological attack, this illusion is indeed very sophisticated.

If someone with a weaker will were to do this, they might really become addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

The system's voice sounded in my mind again, this time with a noticeably more anxious tone.

"Host, please be aware that this is an illusion. Please escape as soon as possible. Tzeentch's evil magic can amplify the desires in people's hearts infinitely, thus causing them to fall into depravity."

"This environment is clearly a scheme by Tzeentch, designed to gradually corrupt the host. Who knows what else He might do in the real world? Please escape this illusion as soon as possible. With your abilities, this shouldn't be difficult."