Ghost Legion!

This was also Alvin's first time truly crafting a "Daemon Artifact".

Although it wasn't very formal.

But in terms of results, it was still very successful.

The materials used to make this clan flag were naturally provided by the generous sponsorship of the Void Dragon.

The Void Dragon, having imprisoned the Necron in their cages, modified them and added new functions, ultimately completing their banner.

It has the function of imprisoning souls, and based on the special nature of Necron creations, as well as the modifications made by the Void Dragon, it can draw energy of any form in the Materium as a supplement.

Of course, this is only a part.

In order to complete the true "Myriad Soul Banner," Alvin risked his life to travel to the Marvel Universe, where he learned from his teacher, the Ancient One, how to establish a connection with Dormammu, and obtained the dark magic of "Soul Severance" from this king of the Dark Dimension.

A soul expelled from the body using White Magic can return to its original body through contact or other means.

But "Soul Severance" is different.

A soul "stripped" by dark magic will never be able to return to its body and will be marked with the mark of the "Dark Dimension." After death, the soul will return to the Dark Dimension, which is Dormammu.

But this is where the opportunity lies. Although Dormammu is the ruler of the Dark Dimension and is almost omnipotent, no matter how powerful he is, he cannot reclaim the "soul" of another universe.

These souls marked with the "Dark Mark" have, in essence, already detached themselves from the Warp and no longer belong to this universe.

This is a "BUG"!

Alvin exploited this "bug" to mark the souls that originally belonged to the Chaos Gods with the Dark Mark, forcibly altering the essence of the souls.

It became a soul that exists in this universe, yet does not belong to this universe, existing in between.

But this also came at a price for Alvin.

That is, once he dies, his soul will be taken by Dormammu and he will fall into the Dark Dimension, the same situation as the Ancient One. However, he is not as powerful as the Ancient One, who was able to scheme against Dormammu even in his dying moments.

But for Alvin, this so-called "cost" was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

The debts he carries are not just from Dormammu. Even if someone wants to collect them, they have to wait in line. Ahead of them are the four great Evil God of the Warp, as well as a Yellow Skin who refuses to admit that he is the "fifth great Evil God."

After his physical pain subsided somewhat, Alvin's soul left his body and entered the banner.

The space inside was vast, yet filled with a thick, black substance. The Chaos souls cast into the banners huddled in a corner. Upon discovering Alvin's soul, they were about to rush forward in anger to seek revenge when they were suddenly enveloped by the surging black substance and frozen in place.

"Don't get so excited." Alvin smiled at them. "How is it? Are you satisfied with the new home I prepared for you?"

"Alvin -1-!!!"

This statement immediately ignited their anger.

If looks could kill, Alvin would probably have been torn to pieces by now.

"I just want to talk to you."

Alvin shrugged, trying his best to appear harmless.

Unfortunately, the Chaos Lord, who already hated him to the core, didn't appreciate his kindness at all. "If you have the guts, then kill us!!!"

Want to die?

Okay, I'll grant your wish!

Alvin sneered and snapped his fingers.

A jet-black, yet extremely viscous substance surged forth from the banners once more, enveloping the arrogant Chaos Lord.

"Aaaaaah--"

"Kill me! Kill me!!!"

Even with their iron will, the Space Marine could only hold out for a few seconds against the dark magic that was most adept at tormenting the soul.

This was also within Alvin's expectations.

After all, if they were truly that resilient, they wouldn't have fallen into Chaos.

Gazing at the Chaos Lord, whose flesh was being corroded layer by layer by the dark substance until it turned into bones, yet who was still struggling in agony and unable to die, the remaining souls immediately shut their mouths and looked at Alvin in horror, seemingly shocked that a Rogue Trader from the Imperium knew more about the art of tormenting souls than an evil Chaos Sorcerer!

Is this guy really a loyalist?

That's way too weird!

"Who else wants to die?" Alvin turned to the others, his eyes icy cold. "I can grant you half your wish: to make you wish you were dead."

God granted half of my wish...

The Chaos Lord's soul hesitated, then lowered its head, suppressing the urge to curse.

A more astute person seemed to have guessed his thoughts and asked, "You've gone to so much trouble to imprison our souls here; it can't be just to torture us, right?"

"Certainly."

Alvin readily admitted it.

He went to great lengths, even collaborating with Dormammu and paying a price, to create this tribal banner; how could it be merely for the sake of imprisoning them in revenge?

What do you want?

The man stared coldly at Alvin.

"Although I have deceived you all and imprisoned your souls here, it was all for your own good," Alvin said earnestly. "I did all this for your own good."

They had never seen anyone so shameless before. If they weren't being held hostage, they would have loved to draw their swords and chop this shameless bastard to pieces!

"Just tell me what you really want!"

Someone finally couldn't hold back any longer and said through gritted teeth, "Stop beating around the bush! We all know exactly what kind of person you are!"

"I hope to give everyone a chance to repent and turn away from darkness into light."

Alvin, no longer bothering to pretend, smiled and said, "How about you all join the Imperium in spirit form, and then atone for the mistakes you've made?"

"You want us to fight for you?"

Someone pointed out the key point.

"That's right."

Alvin nodded and said, "It is both a war and an act of atonement for our sins. What do you all think of my proposal?"

"Not very good."

They all sneered.

"I forgot to tell you all—" Alvin had anticipated their reaction, and he said calmly, "This place is similar to the Warp, but not exactly the same. In other words, you won't die here. If you don't mind, I can give you a little hardship every day, and you can continue to serve Chaos. At most, it'll just take a little extra effort from me."

This is a blatant threat!

If they disagree, then they will be tortured once a day, and because they cannot die, they will remain in this dark and hopeless environment forever, suffering torture forever and ever!

Are you lying to me?!

They started to panic. If that were really the case, who would want to be tortured like this forever?

"You can give it a try."

Alvin smiled slightly and said, "Our conversation is over for today. I hope you'll still have the same backbone when we meet again."

Having said that, without giving them a chance, Alvin's soul left the "Myriad Soul Banner".

He did not deceive these Chaos.

Don't forget, once you're branded with the "Dark Mark," you'll become a slave to Dormammu, the Dark Dimension Lord.

The life and death of slaves are in the hands of their masters.

Dormammu doesn't exist here. Their life or death is entirely up to Alvin. Even if they die, with the mark of the Dark Slave bestowed by Dormammu, he can easily be resurrected.

He was willing to call the "Myriad Soul Banner" - the Lesser Warp!

Of course, if it could be called a "minor Dark Dimension," it could also be referred to as such.

"Well, wouldn't this be considered copyright infringement?" Alvin scratched his head, thinking of the Emperor's "Chains Legion"—wasn't that just a disguised version of the Ghost Legion?