Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 19 Unharmed

The Iron Warriors' tactical skills are indeed top-notch.

After assessing the situation, they quickly adjusted their tactics, concentrating all available firepower on Qin Mo himself.

More than a dozen bomb guns opened fire simultaneously.

"Ding ding ding ding ding—"

A series of crisp sounds rang out, and all the attacks paused for a moment three feet in front of Qin Mo before being deflected in all directions.

The bomb gun isn't working.

The Iron Warriors immediately upgraded their firepower.

A heavy laser cannon mounted on the position rotated its muzzle, and a thick beam of high-energy light shot straight toward Qin Mo.

At the same time, two steel warriors carrying molten steel guns flanked from both sides and opened fire simultaneously at close range.

Three deadly energy jets struck Qin Mo's protective shield simultaneously.

The spiritual energy shield remained completely unshaken.

These attacks were roughly equivalent to a full-force strike from a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator in the cultivation world. For an old monster in the Mahayana stage, they were not even a tickle.

Qin Mo didn't even glance at them.

"Not enough," he said calmly, uttering a single word.

The temporary commander of the Iron Warriors gritted his teeth behind his helmet.

Ordinary weapons are ineffective. Heavy weapons are also ineffective.

This human—no, this thing—had defenses that far exceeded their expectations.

Regardless of the nature of its power, one thing is certain: with their infantry weapons, they simply cannot break through the enemy's defenses.

That leaves only one option.

The temporary commander looked up at the steel behemoths that were slowly advancing in the distance.

Titan.

"This is a flank position, calling in Titan fire support!" he roared into the communications channel.

"Target: A humanoid target in the center of our flank! This target's psionic shield is too high! Normal firepower cannot penetrate it! Titan-class firepower is required for a precision strike! I repeat, Titan-class firepower is required!"

There was a two-second silence on the communication channel.

Then, a metallic voice responded: "...Received. Target coordinates confirmed. Adjusting the gun barrel. Firing in thirty seconds."

Qin Mo keenly sensed the changes in the movements of the giant machines in the distance.

The three Predator-class Titans halted their advance, slowly turned, and began to adjust the angle of the massive weapons on their arms.

At the same time, two Warhound-class Titans also stopped on the flanks, their weapon platforms rising up and their cannons aimed at Qin Mo's location.

Qin Mo sensed the energy accumulating within those giant weapons.

The scorching energy was gathering in the volcano cannon, the high-temperature gas was being compressed in the plasma burst cannon, the ammunition in the giant explosive cannon was loaded, and the barrel of the Gatling arrow cannon began to rotate.

Each weapon's accumulated energy far exceeds that of previous infantry weapons; this is the true firepower of the Titans, a terrifying force capable of razing a medium-sized city to the ground in an instant.

Seeing those enormous machines aiming their weapons at him, Qin Mo didn't flinch or show any nervousness; instead, he revealed a smile of great interest.

"Oh? We're going to use the big one?"

He looked at the Titans with great interest, or rather, he was examining the energy stored in their weapons.

With his perception, he can clearly "see" how those energies work.

The single-shot power of each weapon is roughly equivalent to the full-force attack of a mid-to-late stage Golden Core cultivator.

But the Titans' weapons excel in sustained firepower and salvo density.

If the three raiders and two warhounds open fire simultaneously, the total amount of firepower unleashed in an instant is roughly equivalent to a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

For a cultivator of Qin Mo's level...

Well, it's like an ancestor in the Mahayana stage standing there and having a group of Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stage juniors cast spells on him. The power is there, but that's about it.

However, Qin Mo did want to test the firepower ceiling of these Titans.

After all, he had only been in this world for a few hours and lacked a direct understanding of the world's power ceiling.

Titans are known as the most powerful land-based war machines in the human empire, so let them unleash their full potential to give him a better understanding of their capabilities.

So Qin Mo did something that no one expected.

He voluntarily removed part of the spiritual energy shield, retaining only the most basic protective true essence, and then opened his arms, facing the Titans.

"Come on," he said softly, "let me see just how powerful this world's strongest mechanical creation truly is."

In the distance, the Titan's weapons have completed charging.

Then fire.

A blinding light suddenly burst forth on the battlefield.

The first weapon fired was the volcano cannon on the arm of the Marauder-class Titan.

A high-energy orange-red jet with a diameter of over two meters pierced through everything on the battlefield, heading straight for Qin Mo.

Next came the plasma burst cannons of two Warhound-class Titans.

Then came the second Marauder's massive bomb cannon.

The giant warhead, with a caliber of over one meter, roared out of the cannon barrel and crashed into the target, leaving a trail of flame.

The third Marauder Gatling gun also opened fire at the same time.

More than twenty different types of firepower converged on the same target at the same time.

In that instant, everyone on the Klarak Plains thought that the black-robed human was about to be completely wiped out physically.

No matter how incredible his defensive capabilities were before, that was a volley from Titans.

Everything arrived in the same instant.

boom!!!

A mushroom cloud rose into the air from where Qin Mo was standing.

The scorched earth was blasted into a giant crater with a diameter of over fifty meters and a depth of several meters.

The entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.

The steel warriors stopped what they were doing and stared through the smoke and dust at the huge crater.

The Titan Legion's cannons were still belching overheated steam, and the operators were scanning the center of the craters with sensors.

Everyone had the same thought in their minds.

Is he dead?

It's impossible that he's still alive.

That's a Titan volley.

Smoke and dust, like a giant beast, swallowed the entire sky above the Klarak Plain.

Thermal imaging, psionic scanning, infrared detection, and other sensors were all turned up to maximum power in an attempt to penetrate the thick smoke and see what was inside.

However, the residual high temperature and ionizing radiation in the smoke and dust severely interfered with the operation of the sensor, leaving only a blurry noise on the screen.

"Report: The sensors are temporarily unable to acquire valid data," reported one of the Iron Warriors in charge of detection.

The interim commander nodded.

With that level of firepower, let alone a human, even a Titan of the same level would be destroyed on the spot if it were hit.

Nothing could survive that kind of firepower.

"Continue monitoring," the interim commander ordered. "Identify the target after the smoke clears—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because the wind came.

A gust of wind blew in from who knows where.

No, it wasn't the wind, but some invisible force that spread outward from the center of the smoke and dust, pushing the cloud of dust in all directions in a very unnatural way.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The scene at the center of the crater was exposed to everyone's view.

He stood there quietly, his hands behind his back, the hem of his black robe fluttering gently in the afterglow.

Unharmed.

Spotless.