Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 56 An Unfathomable Attitude

The mighty Wolf Lord, a century-old veteran who remained unfazed even in the face of bloodshed on the battlefield.

At this moment, however, they dared not refute.

no way.

Broad's position within the Space Wolves was more than one level higher than his. In terms of seniority, seniority, and former military rank, Jill was just a kid who hadn't even grown up yet.

Even though Brod is no longer the fearless pilot, even though he is now just a "recruit" who has just acquired a new body,

This scene amused Qin Mo greatly.

His lips unconsciously curled up, revealing a faint smile.

"Don't worry."

"I can handle it."

The five words, without any explanation, but the certainty in his tone, the composure as if everything was under control, reassured both Jill and Brod.

In another corner of the room, Krashir tilted his head slightly.

He had noticed the three people huddled together and talking in hushed tones since the beginning.

What are the two people from Space Wolf and that living saint talking about?

Krasher pricked up his ears.

Space Marines have hearing dozens of times greater than that of ordinary people; even whispers from dozens of meters away sound as clear to them as normal conversation.

Moreover, he was only a few steps away from the three men.

However, Krasher was surprised to find that,

He can't hear anything.

The three men's lips were moving, their expressions were changing, and Jill had even been slapped; they were clearly having a heated conversation.

But nothing reached Krasher's ears.

Krashir's pupils contracted slightly.

How is this possible? This is absolutely not normal.

Some force is blocking the transmission of sound, and precisely, it is blocking only the content of the conversation.

Because he could still hear the footsteps, breathing, and rustling of the three people's clothes.

Krasher's gaze deepened.

This living saint is far more unfathomable than he appears.

As the commander of the Dark Angels, Krashir has witnessed far too many secrets and untold truths.

This self-proclaimed living saint, Raphael,

His power is real, there is no doubt about it, and Krashir has witnessed his methods firsthand.

However, Krasher could not see through her identity, origin, or purpose.

Dark angels dislike things they can't understand.

However, at this moment, he did not intend to do anything.

The situation doesn't allow it, our strength doesn't allow it, and our interests don't allow it.

We can only continue to observe.

The two elder sisters also failed to hear the conversation between the three.

But unlike Krasher, they didn't care at all.

They clasped their hands together and whispered the emperor's prayer, their eyes occasionally glancing at Qin Mo's back, their eyes filled with piety.

In their view, the emperor's decrees were not something everyone was entitled to hear.

All they need to do is obey and follow, that's all.

The room fell silent for a brief moment.

Or rather, communicating with the system in one's mind.

"What is the process for the system, the Inquisition, and the State Church to certify living saints?"

[To the host, the Imperial State Church's certification of living saints typically includes the following steps: testing the purity of spiritual energy, tracing the origins of faith, identifying the source of miracles, and answering doctrinal questions.]

However, in wartime, this process is usually greatly simplified, especially on the front lines. Individuals who can perform miracles and are not detected as being corrupted by psychic energy are generally considered living saints.

The Inquisition, on the other hand, is far more complex. They conduct a comprehensive investigation of the target, including but not limited to: psionic nature analysis, subspace fluctuation detection, and mental probe scanning.

"A mental probe scan?" Qin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly. "Similar to a soul-searching technique?"

[That's one way to understand it, but with the host's abilities, they can absolutely make the other party see anything the host wants them to see.]

"Well, then there's nothing to worry about."

Qin Mo nodded calmly, then seemed to remember something.

"What's worth pondering is the Emperor's own attitude. He knows I'm posing as a living saint, yet he hasn't made any statement."

[Host need not worry too much. Judging from the current situation, the Emperor has not shown any hostility towards you for the time being, because your current actions are objectively beneficial to the Human Empire.]

However, the system advises the host not to rely too much on this tacit approval, as even the system cannot fully fathom the Emperor's thoughts.

Qin Mo nodded slightly, making the information a memory.

The Emperor, the man nailed to the golden throne for ten thousand years, is someone Qin Mo still hasn't fully grasped.

The thoughts and methods of beings at this level are beyond the comprehension of ordinary reason.

However, at least for now, the interests of both sides are aligned.

Qin Mo wanted merit, while the Emperor wanted humanity to survive.

When they fought Chaos, their interests aligned perfectly.

Then let each of us get what we need.

As for the future, we'll talk about that later.

At the same time, the door opened, and four figures appeared at the entrance to the strategy room.

The man at the head was of medium build, dressed in a Cadian officer's uniform. The insignia of the High Lord on his shoulder straps gleamed slightly under the light, and his eyes were sharp as an eagle's.

Creed, Lord of the High Fortress of Kadia.

Following Creed were three people with completely different temperaments.

The one on the left is dressed in an extremely magnificent white-gold robe, with a huge double-headed golden eagle emblem hanging on his chest. He holds a scepter inlaid with jewels, wears a towering pointed crown, and has a solemn and dignified expression.

He looks like a high-ranking member of the National Church.

The one on the right has a completely different style, wearing a long black trench coat over a well-made lightweight power armor, with all sorts of strange and unusual equipment hanging from his waist.

Seals, holy water bottles, pistols, short swords—a dazzling array of items.

It is clear that this is a judge in a courtroom.

The judge's face was cold and sinister. He scanned everyone in the room with a vigilant, all-seeing look.

Beside these two, there was a fourth person.

No, it's more like half a person than a person.

It was a being dressed in a dark red robe, the hood of which hung low, obscuring most of its face. However, what was visible beneath the hood was almost entirely devoid of human skin; instead, it revealed a vast array of sophisticated metal machinery.

Several robotic arms extend from both sides of the robe, each with a different tool attached to its end.

His way of walking was also peculiar; he didn't walk entirely on his feet, but rather his lower body seemed to have been replaced by some kind of tracked walking device, emitting a faint buzzing sound and a metallic scraping sound as he moved.

People who teach mechanics.

Moreover, judging from the intricate and complex modifications made to his body, this person is of a high level, at least a sage-level member of the Cult of Mechanics.

Just as Qin Mo was sizing up the four people,

The system notification sounded in my mind again.

[Ding, new faction detected, unlocking character list...]

[Imperial State Church, character list unlocked.]

[Mars Mechanicus, encyclopedia complete.]

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, and with a thought, brought up the encyclopedia information.