Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 107 Laughing at you for not realizing you're about to die.

The inner demon raised its head and looked towards the sky of the illusion.

Although it cannot be seen in the illusion, it can sense the situation outside.

The subspace rift is clashing with the Golden Wheel of Merit, and the wheel's light is dimming. The rift is widening.

Before long, the crack will be fully opened.

At that time, Lord Tzeentch will be able to acquire this interesting variable.

And it itself, as the inner demon personally nurtured by Tzeentch, will also enter the subspace along with its main body.

At that time, possessing all the power of its original form, it will become Tzeentch's perfect servant. A warp demon possessing all the abilities of a cultivator.

Just thinking about it is wonderful.

The inner demon looked at Qin Mo kneeling in the darkness again, and the corners of his mouth curled up even more.

"Continue to suffer."

"Your pain is my nourishment."

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"And the more guilty you feel, the stronger I become."

"Speaking of which... I really have to thank you."

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The inner demon walked slowly towards Qin Mo, hands behind his back, as if taking a stroll.

Looking down at the kneeling figure, its body shrouded in black mist.

"Thank you for having such a deep conviction in your heart."

"Thank you... for loving her so much."

From its perspective.

Everything is already set in stone.

Seeing that the time was ripe, it manipulated the figures of Zhao Yuanshan and Li Suyun to stand in front of Qin Mo.

"waste."

Zhao Yuanshan looked coldly at Qin Mo kneeling on the ground, his tone full of disdain.

"What use are you? What good is your cultivation level if you can't even protect the most important people in your life? What's the point of your life?"

Li Suyun stepped forward, her gaze sharp as needles.

"Look what you've done! Ling'er is dead, we're dead too, all because of you! You're a jinx!"

Every day you exist is an insult to Ling'er!

Zhao Yuanshan's voice grew even colder.

"Qin Mo, what face do you have left to live in this world?"

"Don't you feel ashamed?"

"If Ling'er were watching you from the afterlife, what do you think she would think? She would think you are pathetic! laughable! hateful!"

The two looked at each other and then spoke at the same time.

"Take your own life."

These two words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Qin Mo's mind.

"Only when you die can we give Ling'er an explanation."

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"Only when you die can our family be reunited in the underworld."

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"Take your own life, Qin Mo."

"This is the only thing you can do."

In the darkness, Qin Mo, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly raised his head.

His eyes were empty and blank, like two dry wells.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were cracked, and he looked like an empty shell that had lost its soul.

"yes....

'

He muttered to himself.

"Yes, I couldn't protect anything."

He slowly raised his right hand.

Open your palm and curl your fingers slightly.

"What's the point of still clinging to life in this world?"

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Spiritual energy began to gather in his palm.

If spiritual power of this level were directly poured into one's head, it would be enough to destroy both the primordial spirit and the physical body simultaneously. There would be no chance even for reincarnation and rebirth.

Utter death.

dark place.

The inner demon watched this scene, its eyes flashing with fanaticism.

Become!

Just one last step!

As soon as Qin Mo's palm lands, as soon as his primordial spirit wavers for a moment, the inner demon can seize control of his body through that gap.

This is the principle behind the possession by inner demons.

There is no need to defeat the main body head-on, nor is it necessary to overwhelm the opponent in terms of strength.

All it takes is to completely break down the body's will to survive, causing the primordial spirit to voluntarily relinquish control over the physical body.

The act of self-destruction is the most direct manifestation of the soul giving up.

The inner demon held its breath.

Closer.

If only we were a little closer.

"Host! Stop! This is a trap set by your inner demons!"

The system's warnings exploded wildly in Qin Mo's mind.

"Host! Please stop your current actions immediately! Once a crack appears in your primordial spirit, the inner demon will directly seize control of your body!"

Qin Mo did not react.

His palm continued to rise, and spiritual energy gathered more and more.

A dazzling white light had already condensed in his palm, and the destructive power contained in that white light caused the entire illusionary space to tremble slightly.

The system's voice grew increasingly urgent, but Qin Mo showed no sign of stopping.

His palms were already above his head.

With your palm facing down, aim it at the top of your head.

The inner demon clenched its fist in the shadows, its blue light flashing wildly in its eyes.

It's now!

Fall down!

Fall down quickly!

The palm began to fall.

With terrifying spiritual power capable of destroying the primordial spirit of a Mahayana cultivator, it slammed down towards Qin Mo's head.

The inner demon was ready. It was poised to strike, waiting only for the moment the rift appeared before it would burrow into Qin Mo's primordial spirit.

Getting closer and closer.

The inner demon could even feel the heat emanating from that ball of spiritual energy baking Qin Mo's scalp.

So close!

then.

The hand stopped.

It hovered just an inch above my head, completely still.

It was as if they were frozen in place by something.

The spiritual energy in his palm was still surging, but the hand simply stopped falling.

The inner demon was taken aback.

What's going on?

It immediately manipulated Zhao Yuanshan's figure in the illusion, took a step forward, and glared angrily.

What are you doing!

Zhao Yuanshan's voice was filled with anxiety and confusion.

"Why did you stop! Didn't you say you had no reason to live?! Then do it! Be decisive! Don't hesitate like a coward!"

"That's right! You don't even dare to die? You really are a piece of trash! A piece of trash who doesn't even have the courage to kill himself!"

however.

The answer to Qin Mo's inner demons was not his pain, nor his wavering.

Instead, he let out a sneer.

It's very light and faint.

But in this deathly darkness, it was as clear as a thunderclap.

"Oh.

Qin Mo's lips curled up slightly.

That smile was a stark contrast to her previous zombie-like state as she knelt on the ground. Her eyes, which had been as empty as a dry well, now shone with light once more.

A cold, clear light, with a hint of mockery.

The inner demon's pupils suddenly contracted.

wrong.

Something's not right!

"What's so funny?!" The inner demon, controlling Zhao Yuanshan's mouth, shouted fiercely.

Qin Mo slowly withdrew his hand from above his head.

The spiritual energy in his palm dissipated.

He stood up, his movements calm and unhurried.

Then he looked up and gazed in the direction of Zhao Yuanshan and Li Suyun.

To be precise, he wasn't seeing those two phantoms.

His gaze pierced through the two puppets and landed directly in a dark corner deep within the illusion.

There, the inner demons are hiding.

The moment their eyes met, the inner demon felt a strong chill surge from the depths of his soul.

That look in his eyes.

That's not the look of someone driven to the brink of collapse by their inner demons.

That's the look a hunter gives his prey.

"It's nothing."

Qin Mo's voice returned to its usual calm and composed tone.

"I'm just laughing at you for being so close to death and not even realizing it."