Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 60 Modifying Cognition

The judge's attitude was as firm, as rigid, and as infuriating as ever.

Broad's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"You stubborn thing,"

But just as Old Wolf was about to unleash his furious tirade...

A hand gently patted his shoulder.

Broad was startled and turned to look.

It's Qin Mo.

Qin Mo shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't need to get angry.

Then he looked at Judge Gregor.

His smile remained serene, but beneath that calm exterior, an invisible divine consciousness silently crept into the depths of his mind.

What is the concept of the divine consciousness of a Mahayana cultivator?

That was a spiritual power capable of covering the entire planet; that was a terrifying will capable of crushing the primordial spirit of any low-level cultivator.

That was an absolute power that could easily rewrite a mortal's entire understanding. Faced with such power, Gregor's mental defenses were like a piece of paper.

Qin Mo's divine sense penetrated Gregor's mental barrier, and Gregor was completely unaware that something had entered the depths of his consciousness.

Qin Mo didn't choose brute force; that would be too crude.

He used a more sophisticated technique.

Cognitive manipulation.

Without altering memories or erasing personality, it simply and subtly introduces a new fact into the other person's cognitive framework.

A fact that the other party will firmly believe.

"Raphael is the Emperor's living saint. There is no doubt about it. From the first moment I saw him, I could feel the purity of his holy light. My previous doubts were wrong, and I should be ashamed of my ignorance."

This thought, like a seed, was planted in Gregor's consciousness.

Then, change occurred.

Gregor's expression underwent a very subtle change under everyone's gaze.

His face, as hard as stone, froze slightly at first.

Then, as if something had suddenly become clear in his mind,

His eyes shifted from doubt to awe, from scrutiny to apology.

"I……"

Gregor's lips moved, to everyone's astonishment.

The judge, who had been so unyielding just moments before, suddenly... *thump*.

He knelt down on one knee.

"Lord Raphael!!"

Gregor's voice trembled noticeably with remorse, "Please forgive my foolishness and ignorance!!"

He lowered his head, his voice urgent and earnest.

"I... I don't know why I doubted you before. I must have been blinded by something. By the Emperor, the holy light emanating from you was so pure, so warm. How could I... how could I dare to question you?"

"I am a sinner. I spoke disrespectfully to the Emperor's messenger. I deserve to die!"

Gregor's voice grew increasingly agitated, even bordering on tearful.

"Please forgive me, my lord. I swear, from this day forward, I, Gregor, will serve you and the Emperor with my soul and honor, and will never again have the slightest doubt."

The entire strategy room was completely silent.

Everyone stared at the judge kneeling on the ground with expressions of utter disbelief.

Krashir frowned slightly; the Dark Angel's intuition told him that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

The mechanical eyes of the sages of the Mechanicus spun even faster, and their various sensors worked frantically, trying to capture what had just happened.

But there was no data at all.

There were no psionic fluctuations, no warp disturbances, and no detectable energy release.

It was as if the judge had figured things out on his own.

As for Creed, he glanced at the kneeling judge and then at Qin Mo, who was smiling.

A meaningful glint flashed in his pupils.

Despite the various gazes from the crowd, Qin Mo remained completely unmoved.

He stepped forward, bowed slightly, and spoke to Gregor, who was kneeling on the ground, in a kind and tolerant tone.

"Judge, rise."

He reached out and offered a helping hand.

"You don't need to blame yourself. Not everyone can feel the Emperor's glory at first glance. Your previous caution stemmed from your loyalty to the Emperor, and I won't blame you."

Gregor raised his head, his eyes slightly red.

"My lord, your magnanimity makes me feel utterly ashamed."

"Alright, alright, get up. The battle is the priority; there's no need to dwell on these trivial matters."

Gregor nodded repeatedly, stood up, and stepped aside, his posture extremely respectful, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.

Brod leaned closer to Jill and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"...What just happened?"

Jill also lowered her voice and shook her head.

"I don't know... but it's impossible that he figured it out on his own."

Broad was silent for a moment.

The two looked at each other.

They all chose not to ask any further questions.

Because, no matter what happened, the outcome was good, and that's enough.

Space Wolf has always been a pragmatist.

Gina Viv clasped her hands together, her face showing gratitude.

"The Emperor's holy light is indeed omnipresent; even the most stubborn doubters will eventually succumb to it."

"Blessed Emperor," Eleanor murmured in agreement. "The Holy Light's redemption of the lost is itself the greatest miracle."

The two elder nuns clearly interpreted this scene as the Emperor's power influencing the Inquisitor.

Qin Mo heard the nuns' whispers, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Yes, that's right.

He turned to face Creed.

"Very well, Lord Creedburg, I accept the task of boosting morale."

"However, before that, let's finalize our tactical arrangements. The war is urgent, and we shouldn't delay any longer."

Creed gave Qin Mo a deep look, his eyes filled with a complex light.

There was scrutiny, assessment, and a hint of inexplicable vigilance.

But more than anything, it's a pragmatic acceptance.

Whatever Raphael may be, at least for now, he is on the side of the Empire.

That's enough.

"……good."

Creed put the cigar back in his mouth, turned to face the holographic map,

"Then, continue."

The tactical meeting continues.

The once unruly judge Gregor now stood upright beside Qin Mo, like a most loyal guard.

[Host, your actions are controversial within the merit system.]

"Oh? Does it deduct merit points?"

[...No deduction, but forcibly altering his perception doesn't add to his faith or merit. Besides, you didn't actually harm him; you only...slightly adjusted his perception.]

"That settles it."

Qin Mo regained his composure with satisfaction.

Continue listening to Creed explain the upcoming defense deployment.

As for Judge Gregor

He was staring at Qin Mo's profile with a devout expression, his eyes filled with regret that he had been blind before.

If someone unaware of the inside story saw this scene, they would probably think that the judge had just undergone a profound spiritual baptism.

Yes, in a sense, that is true.