Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 78 Don't ask, the answer is the Emperor's power.

Brod flexed his fingers, feeling the power feedback from the power armor, and a big smile involuntarily spread across his face.

"Great nails!"

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This suit of armor is more than ten times better than the Mark 6 he wore a thousand years ago.

Lightweight, agile, and with a powerful amplification, the black armor's synchronization rate was astonishingly high, as if the armor was tailor-made for him.

Every thought can be instantly transformed into action.

At that moment, O'Leary could no longer sit still.

He walked over quickly with mechanical steps.

"Lord Raphael, what exactly is this power armor?"

However, before he could finish speaking, Qin Mo interrupted him with a raised hand.

"I've already said it, Sage Euric."

"This is the power of an emperor."

Qin Mo looked at O'Lee with a calm gaze.

"Or is it 66?"

He tilted his head slightly. "Do you think the God of All Machines can't even provide a set of power armor?"

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Upon hearing this, O'Leary was speechless once again.

To question the living saint's ability to conjure power armor is to question the emperor's power, and to question the god of all machines' power.

That would be blasphemy.

Eulik's logic module took 0.3 seconds to calculate and concluded that this topic could not be continued.

"—Praise be to the god of all things."

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In the end, O'Leary could only end the topic with this sentence once again.

His mechanical tentacles drooped slightly; if tentacles could express emotions, they would most likely be in a depressed state at this moment.

Qin Mo chuckled inwardly as he looked at O'Leary's frustrated expression.

"The emperor's power is truly an all-powerful reason."

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No matter what it is, as long as you say it was bestowed by the emperor.

The other party dared not ask further questions, because asking further questions was tantamount to questioning the emperor, and questioning the emperor was tantamount to heresy.

Heresy, burn.

Therefore, no one dared to ask further questions, creating a perfect logical loop.

Qin Mo felt that he was growing to like the belief system of this state religion more and more.

Although it's foolish and crazy, it has to be said that it works.

Then, Qin Mo took out another item from his storage ring.

"Take it, Sage Euric." Qin Mo handed over the ring. "This is the storage ring I promised you."

Upon hearing this, all of Eulik's frustration vanished.

The mechanical tentacles extended simultaneously, but retracted before touching the ring, as if afraid that their roughness would damage this precious creation.

Finally, O'Richard carefully took the ring with his right hand, which still retained its human form.

He examined it from all angles; the silver metal surface was smooth and flawless, and his scanner couldn't even determine what material it was made of.

This excited and confused him, but what confused him even more was that he didn't know how to use it.

"Um—Lord Raphael," Olek began somewhat awkwardly, "how do I use this?"

"It's very simple," he said. "When you want to put something in, place the item you want to put in on this ring, keep it in contact for three seconds, and the item will be stored."

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"When you want to take it out, focus your consciousness into the ring, and you will 'see' all the items stored inside. Select the one you want to take out, and it will appear."

Olek nodded repeatedly, eager to try it.

He pulled a small data pad from his waist and placed it on top of the ring.

Three seconds later, a faint light, almost invisible to the naked eye, flashed by, and the data panel disappeared.

Orik's mechanical eye suddenly magnified, and the data panel, indeed, vanished into thin air.

"By the God of All Machines above—" he murmured softly.

Then, following Qin Mo's instructions, he tried to sink his consciousness into the ring, which was not difficult for a mechanical sage who had already modified 70% of his brain.

His cognitive interface quickly established a strange connection with the ring, and then he "saw" a space.

Although it was small, only a few cubic meters, it was a real, independent space inside the ring.

In the very center of this space, the data board he had just placed there floated silently.

He selected the data tablet, and hum, the data tablet reappeared in his palm.

"This, this, this..."

Orik's voice generator exhibited a noticeable repetitive bug, which is extremely rare for a Mechanicus sage, indicating that his language processing module had experienced a brief malfunction due to excessive shock.

Space folding technology, subspace pocket, miniature Weber's Way.

His logic module frantically searched the database for any possible explanation, but every hypothesis was refuted.

This was not any technology he was familiar with.

This was a true miracle, beyond his comprehension.

Oleksandr now just wants to go back to his lab to do research.

Qin Mo looked at O'Lee's expression, which was so shocked he looked like his soul was about to leave his body, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He used a trigger-type magic circle for this low-level storage ring.

It does not require spiritual power to operate, and anyone can use it as long as they operate it correctly. Therefore, even if this mechanical sage has no spiritual power in his body, it will not affect its use at all.

Of course, it's impossible for Orik to replicate space technology by studying this ring.

"Sage Euric, I have given you what you asked for. I hope you will make up for what you owe me as soon as possible."

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O'Lee snapped out of his euphoria and nodded quickly.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency Raphael! I will deliver the supplies you requested to you in batches over the next few days!"

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"There are still some shortages, but we will definitely make up the difference after this battle is over! We will not delay payment!"

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"Yes, that's good."

Then, everyone prepared to disperse.

Qin Mo suddenly raised his hand.

"Wait a moment."

All eyes were once again on him.

Qin Mo's storage ring flashed slightly, and ten figures appeared out of thin air in the center of the command room.

There are ten fighter servants.

But it's completely different from a normal fighter jet servant.

First, they were enveloped in a faint golden light, a thin layer that gave people a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.

Secondly, their movements are not as stiff and mechanical as those of ordinary machine servants. Although they are still not exactly agile, at least they have a bit of a "living" feel to them.

What's most striking is what they're holding.

Each servant held a small golden flag in both hands, about two feet long, with runes faintly flowing on its surface, radiating a soft glow under the lights of the command room.

Ten machine servants stood silently in the center of the command room, arranged in two rows, bathed in golden light, their flags fluttering slightly.

There was a moment of silence in the command room, and then, almost simultaneously, the same thought popped into everyone's mind.

Where did this thing come from?