Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 86 A Book

"With this little bit of stuff, you think you can stop my Nine Nether Annihilation Divine Thunder? You're dreaming."

After these days of fighting and observation, Qin Mo has figured out most of the power system in this universe.

The psionic energy of the warp is essentially a spiritual force based on emotion and faith, and its power is indeed considerable.

However, compared to the spiritual energy of the cultivation world, it is far inferior in both purity and controllability. In Qin Mo's view, there are only two kinds of forces in this universe that can truly threaten him.

First, the four Chaos Gods personally intervened, using almost limitless subspace energy to overwhelm him.

Second, the lost superweapons of humanity's golden age, some of which are said to possess the ability to tear reality apart.

However, the four gods cannot easily project their power into the real universe; they are subject to too many restrictions.

The second type of weapon has long been lost, and even if some remains, it is impossible for the forces of chaos to possess them.

Moreover, even if you have these weapons, the prerequisite is that they can hit you.

The physical abilities and perceptions of a Mahayana cultivator are beyond the capabilities of the technology of this universe to capture.

Therefore, in this real universe, as long as the four gods don't personally intervene, Qin Mo is invincible.

The psionic shield of the Tzeentch wizard in front of him was like a thin sheet of paper in Qin Mo's eyes.

Hiss!

Golden lightning struck the blue psionic shield. Two completely different forces collided violently.

The blue psionic light flickered wildly, and countless tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the shield. In one second, the cracks widened, and in two seconds, the shield began to tremble violently. The blue light became dim and flickering. In three seconds, the blue psionic shield shattered with a crash.

The golden lightning pierced through the final defenses and struck the cursed artifact directly.

boom!!

At the same time, the remaining golden lightning bolts also struck other Chaos Titans.

Warhound-class and Marauder-class, none escaped unscathed.

Golden lightning, carrying a world-destroying pressure, enveloped the entire Chaos Titan swarm in a dazzling golden light.

The earth trembled. The air burned.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, all the Chaos Infantry were reduced to ashes in the aftershocks of the thunder.

In that instant, the entire eastern battlefield transformed into a golden inferno.

The light lasted for about five seconds, and then gradually faded away.

When everyone opened their eyes again, they saw that all sixteen Chaos Titans had stopped.

The cursed artifact stood silently in place, its entire body emitting black smoke, its armor surface covered with charred marks left by lightning strikes.

The eerie chaotic runes were burned beyond recognition, and all their optical sensors went out.

All weapon systems are offline, and the engines are silent.

Other Titans are in the same state.

For a moment, the entire eastern battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

The Chaos infantry watched as their proud Titan army was utterly paralyzed by a single blow, their faces filled with utter incomprehension.

After a full three seconds of silence, the defenders of Kadia on the city walls erupted in cheers.

"Fire! Fire! Give them a good beating!"

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The commander's voice boomed through the communications channel.

Then, all defensive firepower was unleashed at full power, pouring down on the Chaos forces that had lost the protection of the Titans.

Qin Mo glanced at the constantly increasing merit points and nodded in satisfaction.

However, he has more important things to do now.

His attention was on the cursed artifact, or more precisely, on the blue psionic shield that had just been there.

"That psionic shield lasted for three seconds."

This surprised him somewhat.

It should be noted that, although he deliberately weakened the power of the Nine Nether Annihilation Divine Thunder in order to preserve the main structure of these Titans.

He only used about 30% of his full strength, but even that is still 30% of what a Mahayana cultivator should do.

Given the level of psionic energy in this universe, even if dozens of medium-level psionicists were to cast spells together, they shouldn't be able to last even a second.

But in reality, it lasted for three seconds. These extra two seconds meant that there was some kind of additional support behind that shield.

A power that does not belong to those wizards themselves.

"Interesting," Qin Mo murmured, his curiosity piqued.

The next second, his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

When Qin Mo reappeared, he was already standing inside the Cursed Artifact.

He appeared in the main control cabin of the Cursed Vessel, or rather, in what used to be the main control cabin.

Because at this moment, there is nothing left here.

There were no living creatures.

Although Qin Mo precisely controlled the power of the golden lightning to the point of "not damaging the Titan's key structures," it was still devastating to any living organism.

Inside the control cabin, those who once piloted this warrior-class Titan had been reduced to charred ashes.

Qin Mo did not linger in the control cabin. His divine sense had already locked onto the target, and the remnant of Tzeentch's psionic energy guided him deeper into Titan.

Soon, Qin Mo arrived at the core area of ​​the Cursed Artifact.

This was once the site of Titan's plasma reactor.

But at this moment, the space around the reactor has been transformed into a ceremonial venue.

On the ground, a huge and complex magic circle was drawn with some kind of dark red substance. The lines were twisted and strange, full of the irregular beauty unique to chaos.

Every line and every node was emitting a faint blue light, though it was very weak, it was not completely extinguished.

Inside the magic array, Qin Mo saw the corpse.

Ninety-nine figures were arranged in a circle around the center of the magic array.

Each one was dressed in a blue robe with treacherous runes.

The body beneath the robes was even more gruesome, having exploded and died.

Each corpse exploded from the inside, not killed directly by the lightning. Rather, the backlash from the moment the psionic shield was broken was transmitted back into their bodies through the psionic connection.

The aftershocks of the Nine Netherworld Annihilation Divine Lightning flowed back into their souls through the psionic connection between them and the shield.

"Ninety-nine wicked wizards," he murmured, "jointly casting a spell, lasting three seconds."

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"wrong."

He shook his head and turned the light towards the very center of the magic circle.

There was a book there.

It looks very old, with a cover made of some kind of dark blue leather covered with color-changing runes.

Those runes change shape and color every second, without stopping.

The entire book exudes an eerie blue glow, a faint light that is full of wisdom.

Qin Mo's eyes narrowed slightly; his divine sense had detected the book the instant it came into contact with him.

Beneath those ever-changing runes lies a powerful soul.

Clearly, this is a Tzeentch demon of a considerable level.

It is sealed within this book, or rather, it is this book itself, and this book is its material carrier.

Qin Mo could sense that the demon's consciousness was fluctuating slightly.

It was awake, observing Qin Mo.