Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 15 Harvesting Merit

Qin Mo did not rest during the flight.

For cultivators in the Mahayana stage, flying through the air is merely a basic skill, requiring very little mental effort.

He focused most of his attention on his sea of ​​consciousness, carefully studying the various functions of the Merit and Achievement Saint System.

He had been so busy fighting and gathering intelligence that he hadn't had time to systematically understand what this thing bound to him could do.

The system's light screen fully unfolded in his mind, displaying a dense array of information.

Qin Mo quickly browsed through all the functions and finally sorted out a clear framework in his mind.

The core logic of this system is actually very simple: accumulate good deeds, exchange them for resources, and gradually become stronger.

There are many ways to gain merit points: eliminating demons, collecting evil souls, purifying souls corrupted by chaos, and saving mortals from danger.

Furthermore, the faith that ordinary people have in him can continuously be transformed into merit; the more believers there are and the more devout their faith, the higher the efficiency of this transformation.

Merit points also have a wide range of uses: they can improve cultivation level, enhance various attributes, and be exchanged for items from various realms in the system shop.

Including but not limited to: cultivation techniques and supernatural powers, magical treasures and flying swords, top-grade pills; Warhammer universe technology blueprints, STC templates, resource supplies; and various life-saving trump cards.

You can also use merit points to expand the small world within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and build various facilities.

The merit aura previously awarded by the system will automatically generate a passive aura effect on him as merit continues to accumulate. This aura can weaken evil forces and boost the morale of allies within a certain range.

"Interesting." Qin Mo silently assessed the value of these features in his mind.

"The design philosophy of this system is very clear: eliminating evil and saving all living beings will earn you the most merit, and merit will make me stronger. The more people I save, the stronger I become, and the stronger I become, the more people I can save... It's a positive cycle."

His lips twitched slightly.

He, a dignified evil cultivator, was forced by the system to accumulate merit and do good deeds.

but.

Qin Mo has never been one to be bound by sectarianism.

Whether it's unorthodox cultivation or the righteous path, in his view, they are merely different choices of cultivation paths. As long as it makes him stronger, what harm is there in doing good deeds and accumulating merit?

Moreover, his enemies are Chaos, four primordial gods who have gone mad and their endless army of demons.

Destroying these things would already provide the Myriad Soul Banner with a large amount of soul nourishment, and now it would also gain merit points, making it a win-win situation.

As for saving mortals... well, that's just something that comes naturally.

In this world, the lives of ordinary people are more valuable than their deaths. Living ordinary people can provide faith, and faith can be transformed into merit. From a return on investment perspective, saving lives is more worthwhile than killing them.

Qin Mo quickly formulated his next course of action in his mind:

First, eliminate the forces of chaos as many places as possible.

Second, to save as many imperial soldiers and civilians as possible and accumulate faith.

Third, he prioritizes using merit points to enhance his combat power and expand his small world. Under the shadow of the four innate deities, strength is the most reliable guarantee. His small world serves as his safest rear base.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo opened his eyes and looked towards the distant horizon.

Beneath the billowing smoke, faint lights could be seen on the southern horizon, which must be the direction of the outpost. The flashes of explosions indicated that the fighting there was still ongoing.

There are still living people fighting there.

And there are chaotic demons raging there.

Merit and soul await him to reap.

Qin Mo had a very fulfilling few hours.

Or rather, it's very efficient.

From the very first outpost, he established a standardized rescue procedure:

Once you reach the airspace above the position, assess the enemy situation, select different clearing strategies based on the enemy type, harvest souls and merits, take a few new guides, and fly to the next position.

The entire process was smooth and highly efficient.

When facing enemies primarily composed of rebelling Chaotic Mortals, Qin Mo didn't even bother to personally intervene.

With just a thought, the undead power armor emanating black mist descended from the sky, unleashing a one-sided massacre in the rebel army's positions in conjunction with the countless ferocious souls released from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

The souls of those mortal rebels were too weak, and their chaotic corruption was too coarse, so Qin Mo didn't think much of them.

When facing enemies primarily composed of demons, Qin Mo would reveal a satisfied smile; this was the true nourishment he needed.

When the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls is unfurled, all the demons within a radius of several miles are swept into its surface.

And so, Qin Mo swept across the front lines in Kadia from north to south.

At each position, the defenders of Qadi, who were fighting desperately, would witness a similar scene.

A huge black cloud suddenly appeared in the sky.

A figure dressed in black robes stood on the dark clouds, carrying a strange banner that emitted a black light on his back, surrounded by dozens of powered armor suits emitting black mist.

Then, the chaotic enemies were wiped out in an instant.

By the time the defenders recovered from their shock, the dark cloud had already carried several soldiers who were pointing the way to the next battlefield.

But every survivor remembered one detail.

Behind that person was a golden halo.

The halo emanated a warm and sacred aura, forming a stark contrast to the sinister and terrifying flag in his hand.

When the halo shone on the guards, they felt an indescribable peace and strength. Their fear subsided, their pain lessened, and even their physical exhaustion was relieved.

This experience was simply breathtaking for the soldiers who had been fighting for days under the chaotic offensive and were exhausted both physically and mentally.

It's a miracle.

"A living saint..."

"The Emperor's messenger..."

"He's here. The Emperor hasn't abandoned us..."

Similar whispers spread across every saved position.

It spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, from one position to another.

A legend about the "Golden Ring Saint" is quietly taking shape on the front lines of the Kadia campaign.

Qin Mo was completely unaware of this—or rather, he simply didn't have time to pay attention to it.

Because his attention was entirely focused on the constantly fluctuating number in his mind.

[Current total merit points: 41847.]

In just a few hours.

Kadia was indeed a goldmine of merit points, with chaotic forces everywhere that needed to be eliminated and imperial soldiers and civilians everywhere that needed to be saved. Merit points flowed into his account like a never-ending stream.

"At this rate..." Qin Mo silently calculated in his mind, "It won't be long before I can expand the small world."

He was just about to open the system shop to see what good items were worth redeeming when suddenly—

An unusually intense soul fluctuation was detected in his divine sense.

The fluctuation came from the south, about thirty kilometers away.

That was a soul storm that could only be generated by a large-scale battle.

Moreover, one of its characteristics was a soul feature that Qin Mo had never experienced before.

It is as hot as fire, carrying a wild and untamed vitality.

Confronting it is another kind of soul, equally powerful, but cold, hard, and filled with resentment and obsession.