Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 95 The Irreversible Curse

In that instant, the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, whose vision was obscured by the golden light, trembled violently.

It sensed it.

An extremely eerie feeling welled up from the deepest part of its soul.

It was as if an invisible hand had reached into its body, grasped the core of its soul, and then fastened an invisible chain to it.

That feeling is different from the sense of connection you feel when your real name is known.

This is a more direct and thorough form of constraint.

Its soul was locked away by something.

It could clearly feel that its soul resonated deeply with some external object at that moment.

This feeling made the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord extremely uncomfortable.

A deep sense of unease rose in the heart of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord.

Then, the golden light dissipated.

When the blinding golden barrier finally disappeared, the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord eagerly opened his bird-like eyes.

It wanted to see what this terrible human had done during the time it couldn't see.

It saw it.

Then, its pupils suddenly contracted.

The scarecrow emitting black smoke has disappeared.

Instead, there was a palm-sized doll.

The doll's shape was clearly that of itself.

Blue feathers, a sharp beak, slender limbs, and those distinctive bird eyes.

Every detail has been perfectly replicated.

It's not just about appearance.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations could sense that there was a deep connection between the doll and himself.

The connection was so strong that it could even feel its own soul trembling slightly when the other's fingers touched the doll.

What is this?

Countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, but none of them could explain the current situation.

It lived in subspace for tens of thousands of years.

I have seen countless strange spells.

But I've never seen anything like it before.

At this moment, Qin Mo was holding the small doll in his palm, examining it with the look of someone scrutinizing a work of art, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord.

That gentle smile reappeared.

But the moment the Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations saw that smile, all the feathers on his body stood on end.

"Next, let's do a test."

These two words made the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord's heart clench.

It didn't know what Qin Mo was going to test, but it was very, very certain that the subject of the test was itself.

While it was still lost in thought, the spiritual power suppressing it disappeared.

The body of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord suddenly felt light.

It paused for a second.

Then, a thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

run!

Now!immediately!immediately!

It doesn't want to know what tests this person will take next.

My real name has been exposed, and my soul is now linked to some unknown force. Staying here any longer will only make things more dangerous.

It must escape.

They escaped back to the subspace.

They returned to Tzeentch's protection.

It will be safe once it returns to the warp, once it returns to the crystal labyrinth.

At least there, this human hand shouldn't be able to reach it.

Never mind! Let's run first!

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord began his actions almost the instant the suppression of spiritual power disappeared.

It frantically gathers the surrounding warp energy, attempting to tear apart the barrier between reality and the warp and construct a teleportation channel.

As a powerful demon under Tzeentch's command, teleportation is a basic skill for it. Under normal circumstances, it can complete this action in less than a second.

however.

It didn't wait until that second.

Just as the subspace energy began to gather within its body, and the rudimentary form of the teleportation array began to appear beneath its feet...

Qin Mo made a move.

He held up the small doll in his palm.

then.

He punched it.

It wasn't a very heavy punch. At least for Qin Mo, a Mahayana cultivator, this punch didn't even use one-tenth of his strength.

But the effect is immediate.

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The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations let out an extremely mournful scream.

That punch clearly landed on that palm-sized doll.

But what it felt was a heavy punch that landed directly on its soul.

It's not physical pain.

It is the soul.

The pain was indescribable.

It was as if someone had taken a red-hot iron hammer and smashed it hard right in the center of its soul.

The newly gathered subspace power collapsed in an instant.

The rudimentary teleportation array shattered like glass.

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord fell directly to the ground from mid-air, the bird curled up into a ball, its whole body trembling violently.

Its eyes rolled back, and an unidentified liquid dribbled from the corner of its mouth.

If it's just ordinary pain, it's bearable.

But this is absolute suppression at the level of the soul.

The intense pain completely disrupted the Demon Lord's thinking; he couldn't even form a complete thought, let alone cast a teleportation spell.

Qin Mo looked at the Great Demon curled up on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, very good."

"It seems that what you said is indeed your real name."

He looked at the doll in his palm again, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"And my spells work the same way on the Great Demon. Not bad, not bad at all."

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations struggled on the ground for a while before finally recovering slightly from the excruciating pain.

It struggled to lift its head and look at Qin Mo.

"you..

What did you do to me?

Is it hard to understand?

Qin Mo countered with a question, as if the other person's question were somewhat superfluous.

"You must have similar evil spells, right?"

Qin Mo held the doll in his palm up to the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, letting it see clearly the small doll that resembled him.

You could also interpret this as me casting a curse on you.

He gently pinched the doll's head with his fingers.

The soul of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord trembled violently.

"From this moment on, this doll is connected to your soul."

Qin Mo's voice remained calm.

"What I do to it will affect your soul accordingly."

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord's eyes widened like a bird's.

It understood.

This is even more terrifying than real-name control.

Real name control has certain limitations; it requires the real name to be spoken in order to activate.

But this doll is different; it's real-time, continuous, and requires no triggering conditions. Whenever the human wants, they can inflict unbearable pain upon it.

A flicker of despair flashed in the eyes of the ever-changing Demon Lord.

Just then, Qin Mo spoke again.

"Oh, right."

"Let me tell you something else."

He smiled and put the doll into his storage ring.

"This spell is irreversible."

Irreversible?

Does that mean it's something that can never be solved in this lifetime?

The ever-changing Demon Lord's emotions shifted between despair and grief, but in the end, grief prevailed.

"Why...why?!"

"I've already told you my real name!"

You promised to let me live!