Surprised?
Unexpected?!
External monitoring equipment clearly captured how hope on the faces of these Chaos Lords shattered little by little, transforming into a deeper, more terrifying despair.
If there had been no hope from the beginning, they wouldn't have experienced such a huge psychological gap.
But after finally escaping the hellish artillery bombardment and frantically rushing towards what they thought was a path of hope, only to discover, after exhaustion, that what awaited them was not 'hope' at all, but a damn Titan!
Is that really necessary?!
At this moment, these Chaos Lords were on the verge of collapse, cursing the Imperium for being shameless, actually bringing out a 'Titan'!
Gazing at the Titan, which stood like a steel mountain range on the edge of the desert, its majestic figure obscuring the sunlight and casting a suffocatingly huge shadow, their hearts sank to the bottom, and they completely lost the will to fight.
It wasn't that their will was weak.
But facing the 'Titan', crowned as the 'Machine of God' and the greatest creation of the Mechanicum, if there wasn't a 'creation' of the same level, or fleet support, let alone their remnants, even if the entire fleet's warband were brought, whether they could breach the 'Titan's' defenses would probably be a problem.
How to fight? With what?
bolters? Melta bombs? Plasma guns?
Don't be ridiculous—these things would barely tickle the 'Titan's' void shields.
However, this didn't mean they could be magnanimous and forgive 'Xane's' shameful betrayal!
"Xane—!!!" The warband lords, knowing their deaths were certain, directed venomous curses at the majestic steel fortress, the Machine of God.
"This matter will never end—do you think by betraying Chaos, you can be re-accepted by the Imperium? No, you are wrong—I swear, I will make you pay for your actions today!"
"Hahahahaha, Xane—we won't die, we'll wait for you in hell!"
"Xane, you better to live well, and wait for the day we are resurrected—we will personally come for revenge!"
Whether Chaos Space Marines die depends on only two things.
Firstly, whether they receive the favor of the gods.
Important figures like Abaddon, even if they unfortunately die, will be resurrected by the gods.
Secondly, the Emperor.
If one dies by the Emperor's hand, then even the Four Chaos Gods cannot resurrect him.
It was precisely for this reason that these Chaos Lords, facing imminent death, could issue such arrogant provocations; they believed in their value, and even if they died here, they would soon be resurrected by the Chaos Gods!
"Sorry, I might have to disappoint you."
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the chest of the 'Titan', which stood majestically like a mountain under the sky, looking down at them from above.
"It's you? Xane!"
Gazing at the familiar figure, the Chaos Lords and elites below, like ignited powder kegs, all cast venomous, hateful glares.
"You still dare to appear before us? You damned traitor!!!"
"Heh, have you misunderstood something?"
As he spoke, under their gaze, the figure slowly removed his armor, revealing a completely unfamiliar face and a physique that was surprisingly identical to a human's.
"I apologize for disappointing everyone, I was never 'Xane'." Emrys exhaled, and under their dumbfounded stares, he smiled.
"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Emrys Emrys, an ordinary Imperial Rogue Trader."
Imperial Rogue Trader?
Emrys Emrys?
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, from beginning to end, was not Chaos Lord Xane at all, but a human!
"No, this isn't possible!" Chaos Lord Kazan was dumbfounded, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"If you're not a Chaos Lord, how could you be blessed by the 'Blood God'?!"
"Oh, he's just being a pain; it's not the first time. He always clings to me, which is a bit of a headache." Emrys's casual remark nearly caused the Blood God-worshipping Chaos Lords below to break down.
What others discarded as if it were nothing was their 'Blood God', whom they had painstakingly dedicated themselves to all this time!
This feeling was like suddenly discovering that the goddess you had always admired was actually someone else's lapdog.
The immense psychological gap made them furious and embarrassed.
"Impossible! How could the Blood God possibly bow humbly to a human? You're lying to us!"
But unfortunately, Emrys was no longer interested in explaining to them, and he waved his hand indifferently.
"Never mind, it's almost time anyway."
Time?
This sentence aroused their vigilance.
"You don't really think I'd be kind enough to explain my plan to you, do you?" Emrys half-lowered his head, a hint of playfulness and amusement in his eyes.
"Thank you all; thanks to your curiosity, I have finally completed my preparations."
"You, what have you done?!"
Suddenly, these Chaos Lords realized that while they were focused on Emrys, they had unknowingly been surrounded by many spires, resembling black stone creations!
Those spires formed a perfect closed loop, inscribed with extremely complex runes.
"I seriously doubt your hearing.
Emrys chuckled, then pulled out a huge banner from his personal space. The pure black flagpole was three meters high, and the banner was embroidered with the Imperial double-headed Aquila emblem, while also surrounded by the same mysterious runes as those on the black stone creations.
"Didn't I tell you all from the very beginning?" He gripped the flagpole, a chilling, eerie smile blooming on his face.
"Sorry to disappoint you, you will not be resurrected, nor will you go to the Warp; your destination—is it!"
"Quick, break out!!!"
Although they didn't know what Emrys intended to do, the strong unease in their hearts urged them to leave immediately.
Want to run?
Too late. Emrys's eyes held a hint of amusement; how could he let them escape after all the effort he put into preparing these things?
Just as these Chaos Space Marines were about to step out of the black stone spires, they were repelled by a force and landed back in their original positions.
"What the hell is this?!" They didn't believe it, but no matter how many times they tried, the encirclement formed by these black stone spires was like a barrier, trapping them all here.
"You, what exactly do you want to do?!" They were completely panicked, looking up at that figure.
"Vishanti protect me!"
Emrys cast a spell, and a rich light seemed to drape him in a golden garment, and this power blocked all the evil and malice of the Warp!
Emrys, clad in golden light, his arm muscles bulging, then took a deep breath, grabbed the huge banner pole, and suddenly began to shake it.
Whoosh—!
The banner fluttered fiercely!
At the same time, Emrys chanted a string of mysterious incantations.
"King of the Dark Dimension, great Dormammu, please grant me your mystical power—Soul Rend!"
A thick black smoke suddenly poured out from the banner, like viscous oil, surging downwards towards the Chaos Lords and elites trapped by the black stone obelisks!
Any Chaos Space Marine who touched these black, oil-like substances would let out a piercing scream, and then their souls would be dragged by this substance, forcibly torn from their bodies!
Soon, one by one, souls were pulled by the black substance, flying towards that banner.
"I already said—" Gazing at the struggling Chaos Space Marines, Emrys's pupils were pitch black, his voice unconsciously carrying a hint of coldness and grimness.
"Your only destination is this banner—your souls will never return to the Warp, nor can they be resurrected by your gods!"
"No, no—!!!"
They struggled madly, but it was useless; they could only watch helplessly as they were pulled by the black substance into that family banner!
After all the souls were extracted and sealed into the banner, Emrys's face instantly turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his originally fair skin was covered with twisted, terrifying black veins, as if trying to devour him.
"Heh, as expected of Dark magic—" He took a deep breath, suppressing these black veins, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Only then did he feel better, and looking at the pitch black banner, a pale smile appeared on his face.
"However, it was worth it. A 'Demonic Artifact' refined from Chaos souls—how about we call it the 'Myriad Souls Banner'!"