Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 79 Preaching

Creed's brow twitched slightly as his gaze swept over the ten servants before settling on Qin Mo.

The two elder sisters' eyes burned even brighter when they saw the ten mechs radiating golden holy light.

"By the Emperor—" Gina Viv drew the eagle symbol on her chest, her voice trembling slightly, "Are these—are these also sacred creations bestowed by the Emperor?"

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Qin Mo observed the various reactions of the crowd and then said, "Lord Creedburg, these servants also received the Emperor's blessing last night."

"They also possess the ability to eliminate demons; it's up to you to decide where to place them."

Creed took a deep breath and did not rush to express his opinion. Instead, he carefully examined the ten servants and the golden flags in their hands.

Creed suppressed his surprise. As the lord of the castle, his first reaction was always how to use it.

"Lord Raphael," he asked, his gaze falling on the golden banners, "what are these banners?"

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"It is a sacred relic bestowed by the Emperor," Qin Mo said calmly.

This mouth of his has become increasingly adept at saying the four words "bestowed by the emperor."

"It can absorb the souls of demons and Chaos cultists, and completely annihilate them."

He paused, then added, "While it can't destroy the Great Demon, it should be fine for dealing with ordinary demons and those Chaos cultists."

Creed's pupils contracted slightly. To completely annihilate the soul?

He knew all too well what this meant; the most troublesome aspect of chaos was never its power in the material world.

Rather, it is at the soul level that the Chaos Demon was "killed" in the material world, but was only temporarily banished back to the warp.

Before long, they will coalesce again and descend once more. The souls of those Chaos Believers will also be devoured by the four Chaos Gods after death, becoming nourishment for the Chaos power of the Warp.

In a sense, killing Chaos followers is actually feeding Chaos.

However, if they could be completely destroyed at the soul level, it would mean that the four Chaos Gods would gain nothing.

After a brief moment of surprise, his brain began to work at high speed.

He needs more information.

Is there a capacity limit? What is the effective range?

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Qin Mo nodded slightly, quite impressed with Creed's quick reaction; this lord of the fortress was indeed a talent.

"The effective range is two thousand meters," Qin Mo said. "As for the capacity limit, it can hold several thousand ordinary demon souls without any problem, and tens of thousands of Chaos Believers' souls without any problem."

Creed silently noted down these figures in his mind: two kilometers—a considerable range in urban warfare.

It is sufficient to cover an entire defense sector.

"After each filling, it takes an hour to completely purify it before it can be used again."

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Qin Mo continued, "Of course, I will keep a close eye on the situation on the battlefield. If I take action to clear the souls inside in time, it can be used again soon."

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Creed nodded. Ten "soul vacuum cleaners" with a radius of two kilometers, if arranged properly, would play a significant role.

In Creed's mind, a brand-new defensive formation had already appeared: ten mechs distributed at ten key nodes on the outer defensive line.

Each node, centered on the servant, forms a soul-free zone with a radius of two kilometers. Any demon or Chaos believer entering this zone will have their soul sucked away by the flag.

The physical body is given to the Astral Army's guns and cannons. The soul is given to the banner.

"I will make the appropriate arrangements," Creed said, his tone now more confident.

Sage Euric stood aside, his scanner having already scanned the ten servants from head to toe.

He was very familiar with these servants, because he had personally given them to Qin Mo.

But now they are completely different.

Something had changed that he couldn't understand, both inside and out.

The original simple and brutal combat procedure seems to have been replaced by a more complex and intelligent set of instructions.

Their energy fields also exhibited anomalies, being an unknown energy form completely unrecorded in his database.

O'Lee really wanted to ask, and his mouth was already open.

But he silently closed it again.

Asking only brings up "the emperor's great power," so I'm giving up; it's too exhausting.

Let's go back and study the storage ring. At least the storage ring won't use the God of Myriad Machines to shut him up when he asks questions. Afterwards, the group finally dispersed.

Creed could see very clearly that Qin Mo, this self-proclaimed "Raphael," was not someone who liked to be restrained.

The best approach for this type of person is to leave them alone and let them act freely.

In any case, a living saint can play a huge role wherever he goes, whether it is in terms of combat effectiveness or morale boosting.

Therefore, Creed simply said to Qin Mo, "Lord Raphael, leave the defense line to us. You may do as you please."

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Qin Mo nodded slightly.

"Then it will be hard work."

Then, he rode on auspicious clouds and drifted away leisurely.

Creed was left standing there, watching the cloud disappear into the horizon, and he took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty," he murmured to himself, "what kind of person did you send me—"

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However, to everyone's surprise, the forces of chaos did not launch an attack in the following days.

On the first day, the entire Kraf Bastion was on high alert, but nothing came after a whole day.

The same thing happened on the second day, and the same thing happened on the third day.

The chaotic army was stationed around the bastion, completely surrounding it.

On the distant horizon, one can see the camps of the traitorous Star Guardians, the banners of the Chaos Space Marines, and even occasionally, the silhouettes of demons flash across the horizon.

But they just don't attack.

This eerie calm left the garrison in the bastion both tense and confused.

However, after the initial confusion, a strange psychological shift began to spread among the defenders.

"Do you think those Chaos bastards are afraid of that living saint?"

An Astronaut soldier crouched in a trench, munching on Imperial standard rations, and whispered to his comrade beside him.

"Absolutely!" the comrade replied decisively. "Didn't you see the golden light surrounding the Living Saint when he preached in Square Three the day before yesterday? Even demons had to take a detour!"

"I heard that the Living Saint single-handedly destroyed two Daemon Engines and an entire chapter of rogue Space Marines!"

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"Two? I heard it's three!"

"Moreover, the living saint can conjure things out of thin air—power armor, Titans, relics—whatever you want!"

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"Of course, it's the power of the emperor!"

"The Emperor has indeed not abandoned our Cadia!"

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"The Emperor has never forgotten Kadia; this was said by the living saint himself."

Long live the Emperor!

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"Long live the Emperor!"

Similar conversations took place constantly in every corner of the bastion, in every trench, and in every barracks.

And the core of these dialogues, without exception, all point to the same person: the living saint Raphael.