Crafting a Daemon Artifact!
Surprised?
Surprised?!
The external monitoring equipment clearly captured the gradual fading of hope on the faces of these Chaos Lords, transforming it into a deeper and more terrifying despair.
If there had been no hope from the beginning, they wouldn't have experienced such a huge psychological letdown.
They barely escaped the Hell barrage of fire and ran frantically toward what they thought was a path to survival. But after exhausting themselves, they discovered that what awaited them was not "hope" at all, but the damn Titans!
Is it really necessary?!
At this moment, these Chaos Lords were on the verge of collapse, cursing the Imperium for being shameless and even bringing out the "Titans"!
Gazing at the towering, steel-like mountain standing on the edge of the desert, its imposing silhouette blocking out the sunlight and casting a suffocating shadow, their hearts sank to the bottom, and they completely lost their will to fight.
It's not that they lack willpower.
Instead, facing the Titan, hailed as the "Divine Machine" and the greatest creation of the Mechanicus, without a "creation" of equal caliber or the support of a fleet, let alone these remnants, even if they brought the entire fleet of warships, it would be questionable whether they could break through the Titan's defenses.
How do we fight? What do we use to fight?
Bolter? Melt Bomb? Plasma Gun?
Stop kidding me - this thing would barely scratch the surface of Titan's Void Shield, it might not even be enough.
However, this does not mean that they can be magnanimous and forgive Zane's shameful betrayal!
"Zane —!!!" Knowing they were doomed, the Warband Lord hurled venomous curses at the towering steel fortress, the Divine Machine: "This will never end—did you think that betraying Chaos would bring you back to the Imperium? No, you're wrong—I swear, you will pay for what you did today!"
"Hahaha, Zane— we won't die! We'll be waiting for you in Hell!"
"Zane, you must live well, for the day we are resurrected—we will come to avenge you!"
Whether the Chaos Space Marine will die depends on only two things.
First, whether or not one has gained the favor of the gods.
Even if a great figure like Abaddon were to die tragically, he would be resurrected by the gods.
Secondly, there is the Emperor.
If you die at the hands of the Emperor, then even the Chaos Gods cannot resurrect you.
This is precisely why these Chaos Lords, facing imminent death, can be so arrogant in their provocations. They believe in their own worth, and even if they die here, they will soon be resurrected by the Chaos Gods!
"I'm sorry, I might have to disappoint you."
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the chest of the "Titan," which stood majestically beneath the sky like a mountain, looking down at them from above.
"It's you? Zane!"
Gazing at that familiar figure, the Chaos Lord and their elite troops below, like ignited powder kegs, glared at him with venomous hatred. "You dare show your face before us? You damned traitor!!!"
"Heh, have you misunderstood something?"
As they spoke, the figure slowly removed its armor under their gaze, revealing a completely unfamiliar face, and surprisingly, a body shape identical to a human's.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you all, but I have never been 'Zane'." Alvin exhaled, and amidst their stunned gazes, smiled slightly. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Alvin Valshius, an ordinary Imperium Rogue Trader."
Imperium Rogue Trader?
Alvin Valshius?
Only at this moment did these Chaos Lords, who had been kept in the dark, suddenly realize that they had all been deceived. This guy was not the Chaos Lord Zane at all, but a human!
"No, this is impossible!" Chaos Lord Kazan was dumbfounded, his eyes filled with disbelief. "If you're not Chaos Lord, how could you be blessed by the 'Blood God'?!"
"Oh, that's just him being a jerk. It's not the first time. He's always clinging to me, and it's a bit of a headache." Alvin's casual remark almost broke the morale of the Chaos Lord below, who worshipped the Blood God.
What others discard like worn-out shoes is the "Blood God" they have painstakingly dedicated themselves to all along!
This feeling is like suddenly discovering that the goddess you've always admired is someone else's simp.
The immense psychological gap enraged them. "Impossible! How could the Blood God possibly bow down to a human? You're lying to us!"
Unfortunately, Alvin had lost interest in explaining further and simply waved his hand dismissively, "Never mind, it's about time anyway."
Time?
This statement alerted them.
"You don't really think I'd be so kind as to explain my plans to you, do you?" Alvin lowered his head slightly, a hint of mockery and amusement in his eyes. "Thank you all, thanks to your curiosity, I've finally completed my preparations."
"What, what have you done?!"
Suddenly, these Chaos Lord realized with a start that while they were focused on Alvin, they had unknowingly been surrounded by many...
Surrounded by spires resembling Blackstone Creation!
The spires formed a perfect closed loop, engraved with extremely complex runes.
"I really doubt your hearing."
Alvin chuckled, then took out a huge banner from his Personal Space. The pure black flagpole was three meters high, and the banner was embroidered with the Imperium double eagle emblem. At the same time, there were mysterious runes around it that were the same as those on the Blackstone Creation.
"Didn't I already tell you all this from the beginning?" He gripped the flagpole, a smile spreading across his face.
A chilling, eerie smile, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you will not be resurrected, nor will you go to the Warp. Your destiny is here!"
"Quick, get out of there!!!"
Although they didn't know what Alvin was planning, a strong sense of unease urged them to leave as soon as possible.
Trying to run away?
It's too late. Alvin's eyes held a hint of mockery. How could he let them get away with what he had painstakingly prepared?
These Chaos interstellar warriors, just about to step out of the Blackstone Spire, were thrown back by a force and landed back in their original positions.
"What the hell is this?!" They refused to believe it, but no matter how many times they tried, the encirclement formed by these Blackstone spires was like a barrier, trapping them all inside.
"What, what are you trying to do?!" They panicked completely and looked up at the figure.
"Vishanti protect me!"
Alvin cast a spell, and a dense light seemed to drape him in a golden robe. This power also repelled all the evil and malice from the Warp!
Bathed in golden Alvin, Alvin's arm muscles bulged. He took a deep breath, grabbed the huge flagpole, and began to shake it violently.
Whoosh!
Banners fluttered in the wind!
At the same time, Alvin uttered a string of mysterious incantations. "King of the Dark Dimension, great Dormammu, grant me your mystical power —Soul Severance!"
A thick plume of black smoke suddenly poured out of the flag, like viscous oil, surging and falling below.
The Chaos Lord and his elite troops, trapped by the Blackstone Obelisk, have departed!
Any Chaos interstellar warriors who touch this viscous, oil-like black substance will let out a shrill scream, and then their souls will be dragged by this substance and forcibly pulled out of their bodies!
Soon, one by one, souls were drawn by the black substance and flew towards the banner.
"I've already said it—" Gazing at the Chaos Space Marine struggling in agony, Alvin's pupils were dark, his voice unconsciously carrying a hint of coldness and chill. "Your only destiny is this banner—your souls will never return to the Warp, nor can they be resurrected by your gods!"
No, not the same!!!
They struggled frantically, but to no avail. They could only watch helplessly as the black substance pulled them into the tribal flag!
After his entire soul was extracted and sealed into the banner, Alvin's face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His once fair skin was now covered with ferocious and terrifying black veins, as if they were about to devour him.
"Heh, as expected of dark magic---" He took a deep breath, suppressing the black veins. Beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he finally felt a little better. Looking at the pitch-black banner, a pale smile appeared on his face, "However, it was worth it. A 'Daemon Artifact' forged from Chaos souls, how about we call it the 'Myriad Soul Banner'!"