Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 106 Inner Demons

"sorry?"

This time, it was Li Suyun who spoke.

Qin Mo's adoptive mother.

The woman who used to get up early every day to cook porridge for him, mend his clothes, and cry her heart out when he was injured during his cultivation.

At that moment, her voice was sharp and piercing, like the sound of fingernails scratching metal.

"Can 'I'm sorry' bring my daughter back to life?!"

Li Suyun's body was trembling.

"Have you forgotten what you promised me? You said you would protect Ling'er with your life, you said that as long as you were alive, you would never let Ling'er suffer even the slightest harm!"

"As a result, not only did you fail to keep your promise, you also caused the death of my daughter!"

"You murderer!"

Murderer.

These four words reached Qin Mo's ears.

It was like the last straw breaking the camel's back on a dam that was about to collapse.

His body trembled violently with guilt.

He truly failed to keep his promise. He truly failed to protect Zhao Ling'er.

He was indeed... the one who indirectly caused her death.

This is a fact.

"sorry......

'

Qin Mo lowered his head.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

'

His lips mechanically repeated the two words.

again and again.

During this process, the black aura emanating from Qin Mo's body grew increasingly dense.

Thick black gas surged from his pores, his seven orifices, and deep within his dantian, engulfing his entire body.

Everyone was enveloped in a cloud of black mist.

The black aura carried intense emotional fluctuations.

Each wisp of black mist carries the embodiment of a negative emotion.

They were continuously extracted from Qin Mo's body, and then, drawn by some unseen force, converged in a certain direction deep within the illusion.

That thing is still growing.

Meanwhile, in the real world.

Less than three feet behind Qin Mo.

The void... cracked open.

A deep blue rift appeared out of nowhere in mid-air, attempting to tear open the curtain of reality.

Eerie blue flames flickered at the edge of the fissure, and low murmurs and maniacal laughter emanated from it.

Something... is trying to pull Qin Mo into the abyss of subspace through this rift.

The golden wheel of merit behind Qin Mo activated on its own, suddenly emitting a dazzling golden light.

Golden light surged forth like a tide, colliding directly with the subspace rift.

Golden light and purple cracks clashed fiercely behind Qin Mo.

The power emanating from the Golden Wheel of Merit attempted to repair the torn veil of reality, while the power of the warp was frantically widening the rift.

The light of the golden wheel... is gradually dimming.

It's not because it's not powerful enough.

Rather, it's because Qin Mo's negative emotions are still constantly being generated.

His mental state directly affects the output of the Golden Wheel of Merit. As more and more spiritual energy is absorbed by his inner demons, the power that the Golden Wheel of Merit can mobilize also weakens.

The scales... are tipping towards the unfavorable side.

The scene returns to the illusion.

The whole world has changed.

It was an endless expanse of darkness.

Qin Mo knelt in the endless darkness, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his head bowed.

The black aura surrounding him had become extremely dense, enveloping his entire body in a huge black cocoon.

The black mist writhed and surged like living things, constantly drawing something from his body.

About ten feet directly in front of him, a figure was slowly taking shape.

It was a tall, slender figure.

His height, build, and proportions were almost identical to Qin Mo's.

Even his black hair falling over his shoulders and his cold, handsome face were exactly like Qin Mo's.

The only difference was that the spiritual energy flowing around him was mixed with a trace of strange blue light.

That blue hue appears and disappears intermittently, almost imperceptible without careful observation, but once noticed, one will discover that the blue hue carries an unsettling sense of wisdom.

Heart demon.

A demon born in Qin Mo's spiritual world, nurtured by treacherous and evil magic.

It is not an enemy invading from the outside.

It is the embodiment of Qin Mo's own negative emotions, a manifestation of all the dark sides of his heart.

What Tzeentch did was simply add fuel to the fire of this existing shadow, turning it from a seed into a towering tree.

At this moment, the inner demon had completely solidified into a physical form.

It stood there, radiating spiritual energy fluctuations almost identical to Qin Mo's.

It inherited the cultivation level of the Mahayana stage, the technique of controlling the Myriad Soul Banner, and the methods of using various spells.

Not only that.

As more negative emotions and spiritual energy surged out of Qin Mo's body and were absorbed by it, its strength continued to rise.

From the early Mahayana period.

By the middle stage of Mahayana Buddhism.

It is still growing.

The inner demon slowly opened its eyes.

A faint blue light flickered in those eyes that were exactly the same as Qin Mo's.

It looked down at its hands, feeling the surging power within its body, and a slow smile appeared on its lips.

The inner demon turned its gaze to Qin Mo, who was kneeling in the darkness not far away.

Looking at the body that resembled a walking corpse, the inner demon's smile grew even wider.

Great, it went even more smoothly than expected.

First, use a beautiful illusion to trap Qin Mo, wear down his vigilance, and buy time. Then, after the subspace rift is fully opened, drag him into the subspace.

But this guy actually walked out of the cozy illusion on his own.

That willpower truly exceeded expectations.

But it's okay.

Since gentle methods aren't working, let's try another approach.

Everyone has things they don't want to face.

Even the most accomplished and strongest-willed person has a soft spot in their heart. And that spot is precisely their most fatal weakness.

For Qin Mo, that weakness was named Zhao Ling'er.

And... that deep-seated guilt.

He can laugh and talk amidst a vast army. He can face a legion of demons without flinching. He can treat any enemy with the most ruthless methods without any psychological burden.

But he couldn't face that memory.

Unable to face the fact that they failed to keep their promise.

He couldn't face the fact that the girl who once smiled so brightly lost her life because of him.

This is enough.

The inner demon lowered its head, feeling the power continuously surging into its body.

Every bit of strength carried intense emotion.

Those feelings of grief, self-blame, guilt, and despair are the sweetest food for the inner demons.

It is growing, growing at a rate that is almost visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, the inner demon has already possessed a cultivation level no less than Qin Mo's original body.

Meanwhile, Qin Mo's physical cultivation level continued to decline due to the continuous loss of spiritual energy.

With one side gaining and the other losing, the balance has completely tipped.