Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 93 Am I destined to die today?

Before the Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations could even put up any resistance, he felt his consciousness being enveloped by an incomparably powerful force.

That force rampaged through its mind as if it were in an empty space, completely disregarding the defenses woven from subspace energy.

then.

The restriction was triggered.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations suddenly stiffened, and then began to tremble violently.

That trembling didn't come from the body, but from the soul.

A strange power awakened within it, beginning to frantically tear at its soul.

An indescribable pain surged from the depths of my soul.

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord opened its beak wide, but no sound came out.

Its body convulsed in Qin Mo's hands, and feathers fell off one by one, turning into nothingness in the air.

That's a sign that the soul is shattering.

Qin Mo frowned slightly.

His divine sense clearly perceived the existence of that power.

It was an extremely exquisite restriction, engraved in the deepest part of the soul, fused with the soul itself.

If any external force attempts to read the memory information, the restriction will be activated immediately, completely shattering the entire soul along with its memories.

Qin Mo gave a soft "hmm".

It is the truth.

This restriction is indeed unavoidable. At least with his current abilities, he cannot forcibly read the great demon's memories without damaging his soul.

Although it's a pity, there's no need to destroy a piece that might still have value for some potentially useless information.

Qin Mo withdrew his divine sense.

The moment it withdrew, the power that was tearing apart the soul of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord also slowly ceased to operate.

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord collapsed as if utterly exhausted, the entire bird hanging in Qin Mo's hand like a dried-up salted fish.

Its breathing was rapid and weak, the light in its eyes had dimmed considerably, and its feathers had lost their original luster.

The mere momentary triggering of that event had already rendered it incredibly weak.

If Qin Mo had withdrawn his divine sense even a second later, it probably would have truly vanished into nothingness.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations gasped for breath, looking at Qin Mo with lingering fear.

"He really did set up a restriction. He's not soft on his subordinates at all."

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Qin Mo was thinking about what to do with the bird next.

"S-lord."

"Now you believe me, please, let's ask another question."

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Qin Mo looked at it and gently shook his head.

"I really don't know what you guys are after by following this kind of master. He treats everyone like a pawn, and it wouldn't be surprising if they were sold out at any time."

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord opened its mouth, as if to say that it wanted to choose, but the problem was that it had no choice. However, in the end, it said nothing.

"All right.

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Qin Mo's tone suddenly softened.

"I won't make things difficult for you. Let's ask another question."

The ever-changing Demon Lord's bird eyes suddenly lit up.

A surge of elation at surviving a catastrophe welled up from the depths of its soul, almost overflowing from its eyes.

If demons could cry, they would probably be in tears right now.

However, the look of surprise on its face didn't last even a second.

Qin Mo's voice rang out again.

"Then tell me, what is your real name?"

With just a casual remark, the smile on the face of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord froze.

Its real name. Its real name.

Telling your real name to the person in front of you is like handing over everything to them.

Yes, they can live.

But what's the difference between being alive and being dead?

But what if we don't say it?

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations glanced at the Myriad Souls Banner beside Qin Mo, its surface shimmering with an eerie light, where the faint screams of countless souls could be heard.

If I don't tell, I'll probably have to go in and become neighbors with those souls.

And forever.

Therefore, as I said, living is worse than dying.

If you don't speak, you'll die.

The only thought that arose in the mind of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord at this moment was: Am I destined to die today?

It took a deep breath and tentatively opened its mouth.

"Um, sir."

"Can I take back what I said earlier about being open to any question...?"

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Qin Mo looked at it.

That look was as calm as still water.

"Now? Right now?"

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Are you trying to make fun of me?

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The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations suddenly trembled.

"No, I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!"

"My lord! If I may ask one more question..."

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The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations swallowed hard.

Am I destined to die today?

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When the question was asked, there was a resigned calm in its voice.

It was mentally prepared; if Qin Mo said "yes," it would accept it.

Having lived in the warp for tens of thousands of years, if today is destined to be the end, then I can only blame my bad luck for taking on such a terrible job.

however.

Qin Mo smiled.

That smile was gentle, calm, and even somewhat kind.

But the moment the Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations saw that smile, he felt his soul tremble.

"How could that be? After all, I am not some kind of demon."

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord stared at Qin Mo's gentle smile, every feather on its body telling it: You can't believe a single punctuation mark this person says.

"If you answer my questions properly, I will let you live."

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live.

These three words were both a temptation and a trap for the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord.

It knew very well that Qin Mo's "to live" was not necessarily the kind of "to live" it hoped for.

But given its current situation, even if there's only a sliver of hope, it has no choice but to seize it.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations closed his bird eyes and made a decision.

"My lord. My real name is... Ighal van Velochius."

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Nine syllables were uttered from its beak.

The moment the name was uttered, the air in the crystal labyrinth seemed to freeze for a split second.

An invisible wave emanated from the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord; it was the resonance of his soul when his true name was revealed.

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ighal van Velochius"

He read it aloud.

The moment that name left his lips, Qin Mo clearly felt an invisible bond being established between himself and this demon.

The feeling was subtle, like holding an invisible thread, the other end of which was connected to the soul essence of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord.

He can exert all sorts of influence on this demon through this link, if he so desires.

Commands, constraints, coercion, and even outright annihilation.

However, this is only possible for powerful individuals like Qin Mo. Ordinary people, even if they know the demon's true name, would find it difficult to pronounce. Only highly trained demonologists can barely read it.

Qin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that what the demon said was indeed the truth.

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord drooped its head listlessly, its entire being exuding an aura of despondency. It could sense the presence of that bond, and felt that its lifeline was now firmly in the other's grasp.

From this day forward, its life or death will be entirely in Qin Mo's hands.