Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 89 The Ever-Changing Demon Lord's Rapid Kneeling Slide

His divine sense had already spread out the moment the voice rang out, accurately locking onto the target's location.

To his upper left, about three kilometers away.

There was a constantly twisting and changing wave of soul energy trying to merge into the crystal wall and become omnipresent.

Qin Mo raised his right hand and grabbed in that direction with one hand.

"Get over here."

The spiritual energy transformed into an invisible hand, piercing through the crystal wall, through the so-called domain, and through all the disguises and concealment methods that the demon was so proud of.

then.

A piercing, startling bird cry rang out.

"Gahhhhhh!!!"

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A figure was forcibly pulled out of the void by that invisible hand and appeared before Qin Mo without any dignity.

Qin Mo finally saw the full picture of this demon.

Bird's head.

A bird's head covered in blue feathers, with a long beak slightly open, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth that doesn't belong to birds.

Its entire body was covered in blue feathers, like an alien parrot magnified countless times.

Its body shape is roughly humanoid, but its feet are bird claws, with three front toes and one hind toe, covered with hard scales.

The hand is human, but each finger is abnormally long, and it has several more joints than a human.

It also has a pair of huge wings spread out behind it, with the same blue feathers, and a wingspan of four or five meters.

This is Tzeentch the Great Demon.

The Demon Lord of a Thousand Transformations

At this moment, Qin Mo's left hand was firmly gripping its feathered neck.

Its feet were off the ground, flailing helplessly in the air, its wings flapping wildly, yet it could not break free even slightly.

That air of "profound mystery" just moments ago has vanished completely.

It looks just like a chick being held by the neck.

"Gah... Gah gah..."

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The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord uttered some rather unseemly sounds. Its bird-like eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

He himself was the Great Demon, the Lord of All Changes! One of Tzeentch's most favored servants! (In his own opinion).

For this mission, the master bestowed upon him a great deal of blessings, making him far more powerful than demons of the same level.

Moreover, this is my own territory! A crystal maze I created myself! In my own territory, I am a god! No being can find me in my own territory, let alone pick me up like a chick!

But the facts are right in front of us.

It was indeed caught.

Without any doubt, a hand grabbed his neck.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations began to struggle desperately.

Its wings flapped wildly, its claws thrashed wildly in the air, and its body twisted and changed constantly, trying to escape by turning into smoke, light, and the concept itself.

But no matter how it changed, Qin Mo's hand remained firmly locked around its neck like an iron clamp.

It turned into smoke, and that hand pinched the smoke.

It turned into light, and that hand pinched the light.

It tried to escape by transforming into a pure concept, but that hand could even grasp the concept.

For the first time, the ever-changing Demon Lord felt true fear.

Then, it made one last attempt.

It attempted to draw upon the power of the subspace within its body and cast magic to break free from control.

A destruction spell, a teleportation spell, or even a simple shield will do.

As long as it can use its own strength, it still has a chance to turn the tide!

However, when it tried to mobilize its internal power, it discovered in despair.

The surging subspace energy within him, the powerful magic bestowed upon him by Tzeentch...

Surprisingly... there was no further movement.

Absolutely not.

It was as if it were suppressed by some kind of force, pressed firmly to the deepest part of the body, completely still.

It was a power it had never felt before.

It's not psionic.

It is not a product of subspace.

It is not something that should exist in this universe.

That power was ancient, calm, and unshakeable.

It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on its soul, suppressing all the chaotic power within its body.

The pupils of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord shrank to the size of pinpoints at this moment.

It finally understood.

This person is beyond its capabilities.

It might even be something that no being in this universe can deal with.

"Um."

Qin Mo's voice rang out, casual and indifferent.

He examined the thrashing demon in his hand as if it were a strangely shaped poultry.

"Is this what Tzeentch's Great Demon looks like?"

He frowned slightly.

"My aesthetic sense is terrible."

These words filled the Demon Lord of Myriad Changes with profound humiliation. It was the Lord of Myriad Changes' most perfect creation! Its form was personally designed by Tzeentch! This was the highest honor!

But it's now hesitant to express its dissatisfaction.

Because the hand gripping its neck can tighten its grip at any moment.

Tell me about it.

Qin Mo said calmly.

"What did your master send you here to do?"

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The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations swallowed hard.

Or rather, it made a gesture similar to swallowing saliva.

"You...you let me go first, okay?"

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Its voice had lost its previous profound and unfathomable quality. In its place was panic and fear.

Qin Mo looked down at it, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Do you think you have the right to negotiate with me?

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The voice just fell.

The Myriad Souls Banner beside Qin Mo suddenly trembled violently, its surface billowing and making a whooshing sound. Countless screams came from within the banner, the wails of the souls imprisoned within.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations' gaze fell upon the banner.

Then, a fear emanating from the depths of its soul surfaced in its bird-like eyes.

As a great demon, its perception of the soul far surpasses that of mortals.

It could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within that seemingly ordinary flag.

If you get sucked in, it's a death sentence.

Demons are not afraid of death, but what if the soul itself is destroyed?

That is true death. Eternal, irreversible death.

Fear instantly overwhelmed everything.

What dignity, what pride of a great demon, what face of a lord of all changes?

These things are worthless in the face of real death.

"Wait, wait a minute! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

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The speed at which the Demon Lord of Myriad Changes changed his attitude was simply astonishing.

Just a moment ago, he was the unfathomable and ever-changing Demon Lord who said, "I can tell you everything."

Right now, it's just a chicken being choked and desperately begging for mercy.

Looking at its appearance, Qin Mo couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

That's it?

Is this all the backbone a great demon under Tzeentch, who is said to be one of the four gods of chaos, has?

They're not even as good as those evil cultivators I caught before. At least those evil cultivators would at least hurl a few insults after they were caught.

This one just collapsed.

That's really boring.