Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 80 This Holy Word Record is really useful!

The "living saint" himself has had a very fulfilling few days.

During the day, Qin Mo inspected various parts of the Kraf Bastion. To call it an inspection was a more accurate description than a pilgrimage.

He would appear in the Astronautical Army's barracks, chat with the soldiers for a few minutes, speaking in a kind tone and with a gentle attitude, like an elder who cares for his people.

"The Emperor has never abandoned Kadia."

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"The Emperor has seen all your sacrifices."

"The Emperor's gaze is now fixed on each and every one of you."

With each word spoken, the eyes of the surrounding soldiers reddened further. [Ding, faith power converted, merit +127]

He would appear in the wounded soldiers' camp and gently comfort those who were missing limbs.

"Your pain is felt by the Emperor."

"In the Emperor's glory, no warrior has been forgotten."

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The wounded soldiers, with tears in their eyes, reached out their trembling hands, wanting to touch Qin Mo's clothes.

[Ding, devout faith transformed, merit +89]

[Ding, devout faith transformed, merit +156]

He would appear at the supply depot and praise the logistics soldiers who were carrying ammunition day and night: "You are the backbone of Kadia. Without you, the Emperor would not only see the soldiers with guns, but also you."

The logistics soldiers were so moved they almost cried, and they moved the ammunition 20% faster.

[Ding, faith power converted, merit +94]

Qin Mo didn't miss any opportunity to enhance his faith and earn merit.

To make his sermons more professional and persuasive, Qin Mo even sought out the state bishop in the bastion and borrowed a copy of the "Sacred Word."

The bishop was flattered and, with trembling hands, handed over the thick book of the Word of God.

That very night, Qin Mo read the book from beginning to end.

With the spiritual awareness and memory of a Mahayana cultivator, it took about 15 minutes to memorize the book.

It took about half an hour to understand the logic and rhetoric involved.

The next day, when Qin Mo reappeared before the soldiers, his sermon had been upgraded.

It's no longer just simple comfort and encouragement; it's starting to cite classical texts.

The Book of the Word, Book VII, Chapter 3, states, "The Emperor's glory shines in all directions, and all those with steadfast faith will be protected. Your faith is your strongest armor."

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The twelfth volume of the Book of Words, chapter nine, states, "Darkness is but the shadow of light; the deeper the shadow, the brighter the light; the more rampant chaos, the stronger the power of the emperor."

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The first chapter of Book 21 of the Book of the Word states, "The souls of martyrs will be eternal in the glory of emperors, and your sacrifice is not the end, but the beginning."

Every word is precious, every sentence pierces the heart.

Combined with Qin Mo's otherworldly face and the golden wheel of merit behind him, the effect was absolutely stunning.

The soldiers listened with rapt attention, and the nuns listened with tears in their eyes.

[Ding, large-scale faith resonance, merit +1247]

[Ding, devout faith transformed, merit +863]

[Ding! Faith Frenzy triggered, Merit +2156]

Qin Mo looked at the numbers jumping wildly on the panel and felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

Yes, I knew it.

This kind of mass preaching is much more efficient than comforting people one by one.

Moreover, this book of the Word is actually quite substantial, although its content is filled with fanatical religious color and undisguised authoritarian ideas.

But I have to say, its rhetoric is really effective.

Every word he uttered precisely struck at humanity's most primal emotional needs.

The more Qin Mo read, the more he felt that Loga truly deserved to be the world's number one charlatan.

Regardless, this book is useful and can earn merit, so that's enough.

Who cares who wrote it?

In this way, they preached during the day to earn merit, sometimes earning several thousand, sometimes tens of thousands a day.

Qin Mo's Merit Pool is growing at a delightful pace.

That evening, Qin Mo returned to the independent space within the Myriad Soul Banner and began his true main task.

Refining weapons, crafting talismans, and debugging automated magic arrays.

Every step was proceeding smoothly under his plan, and the remaining ninety machine servants were also waiting in line for modification.

Qin Mo plans to create at least thirty more mechanical servant cultivators before Chaos launches its final offensive.

At the same time, he continued to study the STC templates in the mall, and he had repeatedly simulated the complete process of gene modification surgery countless times.

Once you've accumulated enough merit, redeem it immediately, and then you can start building a true "Cultivation Interstellar Warrior".

Days passed by, one after another, fulfilling and busy.

By day, he is "Raphael, the Emperor's loyal servant and living saint," his face radiating holy light and his words flowing like lotus blossoms.

At night, it's "Evil Cultivator Qin Mo's" turn to refining weapons and making talismans, working on an assembly line.

Three more days passed. As usual, Qin Mo stepped on the dark clouds, preparing to begin a new day of "preaching tour".

However, he stopped just as he took off.

The divine sense detected the anomaly.

On the distant horizon, the earth trembled. It wasn't the tremor of one or two war machines.

Instead, it was the roar of thousands of troops.

Qin Mo's gaze pierced through the smoke and dust, landing on the outer perimeter of the bastion.

The chaotic army moved, advancing simultaneously from all directions, surging towards Krafbahn.

"It's finally here."

Qin Mo hovered in mid-air, watching the chaotic army surge in like a black tsunami, a slight smile playing on his lips.

When others see the army of chaos, they see fear, destruction, and death.

What Qin Mo saw was merit. Merit in droves.

It was densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

His divine sense was released instantly, and the chaotic forces surrounding the entire Kraf Bastion were clearly visible in his perception.

The strongest is in the east, followed by the west. There is a sizable attack cluster each in the south and north.

Encirclement from all sides and simultaneous attack – a standard siege tactic.

The reason why the east is the strongest is because of the War General-level Titan, the Cursed Weapon.

Below the Emperor-class Titans, the most powerful war machine, over thirty meters tall, is covered in heavy armor, but that armor is no longer the original Imperial design.

A twisted eight-pointed star, blood-red chaotic runes, and countless human skulls and limbs stitched to the surface of the armor.

This war behemoth, which should have represented the pinnacle of human industrial power, was transformed into a walking, chaotic altar.

Its weapon systems are equally terrifying.

His right arm is a volcano cannon with an exaggerated caliber; its beam can melt several meters of super alloy armor in an instant.

The left arm is a Gatling gun array, capable of firing thousands of large-caliber shells per minute.

On its shoulders, it also carries two sets of macro gun arrays and a set of missile launchers.

This is a mobile fortress of destruction, and behind the Cursed Vessel are five Raider-class Titans and ten Warhound-class Titans.

This is the traitorous Vulcan Legion, once one of the Empire's most loyal Titan Legions.

The followers of the Machine God, the Emperor's sword, have now fallen for ten thousand years.