Crafting a Daemon Artifact!

Surprised?

Didn't see that coming?!

The external surveillance equipment clearly captured the hope on the Chaos Lords' faces slowly fading, turning into an even deeper, more terrifying despair.

If they'd never had any hope to begin with, they wouldn't have suffered such a crushing blow.

But they'd barely escaped the hellish bombardment by the skin of their teeth, then sprinted toward what they thought was a way to safety. After running themselves ragged, they discovered that what awaited them wasn't "hope" at all, but a freaking Titan!

Was this really necessary?!

At this point, the Chaos Lords were on the verge of breaking down. They cursed the Imperium for having no shame, bringing out even a "Titan"!

Looking at the colossal figure standing on the edge of the desert like a mountain range of steel, its towering silhouette blocking the sunlight and casting a suffocatingly vast shadow, their hearts sank to the bottom. They had completely lost the will to fight.

It wasn't that they were weak-willed.

But when facing a Titan, hailed as a "Divine Machine" and the Mechanicus's greatest creation, without a "creation" of equal stature or support from a fleet, there was no telling whether even an entire Warband from their fleet could break through its defenses—not to mention a battered remnant like them.

How could they fight it? What could they possibly use?

Bolters? Melt Bombs? Plasma Guns?

Don't make me laugh. Those things might not even be enough to tickle the Titan's Void Shields.

But that didn't mean they could magnanimously forgive Zane for his despicable betrayal!

"Zane—!!!" The Warband Lords knew they were as good as dead. They hurled venomous curses at the towering steel fortress, the Divine Machine. "This isn't over—not by a long shot! Do you think the Imperium will take you