MM Racing Chapter 6, give me some more, I'm still not full.
Chapter 6, give me some more, I'm still not full.
Qin Mo casually patted his sleeves, his gaze passing over the barrage of comments and looking at the Dark Apostles who were making preparations behind him.
A slow smile curved his lips.
The dark apostle was kneeling on one knee, his scepter planted deep in the scorched earth.
A ritual array composed of blood and subspace energy was rapidly taking shape around him.
Eight warriors of the Word Bearer stood in eight directions, each taking out a beating heart.
Those were living sacrifices they had taken from Imperial prisoners of war during the previous battle, and placed on the eight nodes of the formation.
The dark red light grew stronger and stronger.
The air began to distort.
The temperature dropped sharply.
A tiny subspace rift slowly tore open in the center of the array, and a suffocating chaotic aura surged out from the rift.
The Alpha Legion's suppressive fire continued, but Qin Mo simply ignored the barrage of bullets.
His entire attention was focused on the expanding subspace rift.
He sensed it.
On the other side of the rift, countless demonic souls are stirring, drawn by the power of the ritual and surging toward this side.
Qin Mo's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"Sir! Interrupt them! They are summoning an even more terrifying warp entity!" Moran, seeing this from inside the trench, was so anxious that he even wanted to jump out and use his flashlight to help.
"interrupt?"
Qin Mo was taken aback, turned to look at Mo Lan, and gave her an expression as if she were looking at an idiot.
"I've finally encountered such a wonderful situation—bringing my own food and having it served to me—why should I interrupt?"
After saying that, to the stunned gazes of all the Star Army soldiers, Qin Mo actually waved his sleeve and conjured a grand chair out of thin air with his true essence, then sat down with an air of grandeur.
He sat there amidst the hail of bullets and the protective aura, watching with great interest the Word Bearers' elaborate summoning ritual, even using his divine sense to transmit a message to the Chaos faction opposite him:
"Hey you over there! Hurry up! If you don't bleed enough, cut the main artery! Summon all the most vicious and ferocious creatures you can think of!"
The chanting of the believers clearly faltered for a moment.
They had been traitorous Space Marines for tens of thousands of years, invading countless worlds. They had seen despair, desperate resistance, and madness, but they had never seen anyone sit on the other side of the construction site and complain that their summoning was too slow!
"Arrogant mortals! Prepare to face the wrath of the gods!"
Enraged, the Dark Apostle roared and poured its last bit of power into the magic circle.
The eight sacrificial hearts burned to ashes simultaneously. The rift widened to three zhang (approximately 10 meters), from which a nauseating torrent of chaotic energy surged forth.
demon.
A large number of demons.
This is far more than the previous wave.
Hordes of vampires leaped out of the rift, their bloodthirsty roars deafening.
Behind them were a group of pink freaks and lascivials, each radiating a twisted, color-changing light.
Then, several enormous Nurgle beasts squeezed out.
More.
More.
Two or three thousand demons swarmed out of the rift, driven by the Dark Apostles, and swept towards Qin Moxi like a blood-red tsunami!
The Dark Apostle stood up and said smugly, "Let's see how much you can swallow—"
His laughter stopped abruptly.
Because he saw the expression on the face of the black-robed human opposite him.
There was no fear, only excitement.
Qin Mo laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
"Hahaha! Well done! All of you, join my Ten Thousand Soul Banner!"
"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, borrow the power of the Netherworld! Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, absorb it!"
The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls flew out and rapidly expanded in the air!
Ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang—
The enormous, jet-black banner unfurled in the void, obscuring the sky and the sun.
Then--
suction.
An irresistible, terrifying suction force, specifically targeting the essence of the soul, erupted from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.
The two or three thousand charging demons stopped in their tracks almost simultaneously.
Their bodies, formed from subspace energy, began to drift uncontrollably toward the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, completely unable to resist.
"No--!"
Several high-ranking demons tried to struggle. Their strength was indeed greater than that of the low-ranking demons, but in the face of the all-consuming suction of the Myriad Soul Banner, their struggles were nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
One, ten, a hundred, a thousand—
The pitch-black banner resembled a giant mouth, swallowing all the demons whole.
The moment each demon is sucked in, its soul is refined within the banner by the intense power of ten thousand souls.
From entry to completion of refining, the entire process takes no more than three breaths.
When they reappeared on the banner, the marks that once belonged to the four gods of chaos had been completely erased, replaced by the unique dark black light of the Myriad Souls Banner.
In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, two or three thousand demons were all captured by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
The battlefield fell silent once more.
Qin Mo retrieved the Myriad Soul Banner into his palm, savoring the surge of power within it.
Then he looked up at the Dark Apostle who was still in the casting posture, and the group of speechless Word Bearer warriors behind him.
Qin Mo licked his lips, and said with lingering satisfaction:
"Feed."
The Dark Apostle's body froze.
"Any more? Summon more of these demons! My Soul Banner hasn't had enough yet."
"..."
The Dark Apostle fell silent.
The commander of the Alpha Legion also fell silent.
The soldiers from the two rebel legions looked at each other, both wearing the same expression.
Question marks all over his face.
They just felt that this guy seemed more like a Chaos cultist than they did.
During their long career of rebellion, they had seen the Empire's most elite troops, the Eldar's cunning, the Greenskins' savagery, and the Iron Skull's coldness.
But they never saw anyone complain that there weren't enough demons coming.
The Dark Apostle slowly lowered his scepter.
He suddenly felt that his proud demon summoning skills seemed to have become some kind of... takeout service in front of this man in black robes.
Meanwhile, in the ruins of the rear of the battlefield, Moran and his thirty-seven Star Force brothers huddled together, watching Qin Mo's back with eyes that seemed to be witnessing a miracle.
The young soldier's lips trembled as he murmured the same sentence over and over:
"The Emperor's messenger... The Emperor has indeed sent a messenger to save Kadia..."
Within Qin Mo's sea of consciousness, the golden light screen flickered quietly:
[Current Faith Level: Weak (37 people) → Devout (37 people)]
[Note: Faith quality is being improved. The higher the quality, the more merit points you will receive.]
Qin Mo glanced at the changes in his faith points and thoughtfully stroked his chin.
It seems that demonstrating strength and eliminating demons in front of these mortals not only earns merit points but also improves one's faith quality. The higher the faith quality, the greater the benefits provided by the same number of followers.
There are only thirty-seven now.
What if it were 370,000?
What about 3.7 billion?
Qin Mo's gaze slowly shifted—according to Moran's memory, most of Cardia's main defensive line was concentrated in Kraf Bastion. There were millions of Astral Army soldiers, several Astartes Chapters, and... tens of millions of Cardia's civilians.
At this moment, those people are waiting for destruction in despair.
Qin Mo's lips curled into that meaningful smile once again.
A heretical cultivator saves the world; the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls captures demons.
He took the job.