This was also Emrys' first true 'daemon artifact' refinement.
Although it wasn't exactly conventional, the result was quite successful.
The material for crafting this tribal banner naturally came from the Warp Dragon's generous sponsorship.
The Warp Dragon took the Space Necron's prison, modified it, added new functions, and finally completed the tribal banner.
It has the ability to imprison souls, and based on the unique nature of the Space Necron's creation and the Warp Dragon's modifications, it can draw any form of energy for replenishment in the material universe.
Of course, this was only a part of it.
To complete the true 'Myriad Souls Banner,' Emrys risked a trip to the Marvel universe, where he learned from his teacher, the Ancient One, how to establish contact with Dormammu and obtained the dark magic of 'Soul Stripping' from the monarch of the Dark Dimension.
Souls expelled from the body using white magic can return to their bodies through contact or other means.
But 'Soul Stripping' is different.
Souls 'stripped' by dark magic will never be able to return to their bodies and will be branded with the mark of the 'Dark Dimension'; upon death, their souls will return to the Dark Dimension, which means Dormammu.
However, this presented an opportunity: although Dormammu is the monarch of the Dark Dimension and almost omnipotent, even he cannot reclaim souls from another universe.
And these souls, branded with the 'Dark Mark,' have essentially departed from the Warp and no longer belong to this universe.
This was a 'BUG'!
Emrys exploited this 'BUG,' forcibly changing the essence of souls that originally belonged to the Chaos Gods by branding them with the Dark Mark.
They became souls that existed in this universe but did not belong to it, existing between the two.
But this also came at a 'price' for Emrys.
That is, once he dies, his soul will be taken by Dormammu and fall into the Dark Dimension, facing the same fate as Sorcerer Ancient One, though he is not as powerful as Sorcerer Ancient One, who could even scheme against Dormammu on her deathbed.
However, this so-called 'price' was, for Emrys, completely insignificant, like having too many fleas to worry about.
He owed debts to more than just 'Dormammu'; even if it were time to collect, Dormammu would have to wait in line, behind the four Chaos God of the Warp, and a certain yellow weasel who refused to admit it was the 'fifth Great Gods.'
After the physical pain subsided a bit, Emrys' soul left his body and entered the banner.
The space inside was vast but filled with dark, viscous matter; the Chaos souls thrown into the banner were all huddled in a corner, and upon seeing Emrys' soul, they were about to angrily rush forward for revenge, but were enveloped by the surging black matter and frozen in place.
"Don't be so agitated," Emrys said, smiling at them. "How is it? Are you satisfied with the new home I've prepared for you?"
"Emrys—!!!"
This immediately ignited their fury.
If looks could kill, Emrys would probably have been torn to shreds by them.
"I just want to talk to you."
Emrys spread his hands, trying to appear harmless.
But unfortunately, the Chaos Lords, who already hated him to the bone, didn't appreciate it.
"If you have the guts, just kill us!!!"
You want to die?
Alright, your wish is granted!
Emrys sneered and snapped his fingers.
Ink-black, yet extremely viscous, matter surged out of the banner again, enveloping the arrogant Chaos Lord.
"Ah ah ah ah--"
"Kill me! Kill me!!!"
Even with the iron-hard will of a Space Marine, in the face of dark magic, which excels at tormenting souls, he only lasted a few seconds.
This was also within Emrys' expectations.
After all, if their will were truly that resilient, they wouldn't have fallen to Chaos.
Watching the Chaos Lord, whose flesh and blood were corroded layer by layer by the black matter until only bones remained, still struggling in agony and unable to die, the remaining souls immediately shut their mouths, looking at Emrys in horror, seemingly shocked: how could an Imperial Rogue Trader know more about tormenting souls than an evil Chaos Sorcerer?!
Is this guy really loyal?
He's too sinister!
"Who else wants to die?" Emrys turned to the others, his eyes chilling. "I can grant half of your wish and make your lives worse than death."
God TM grant half a wish...
The Chaos Lord's soul hesitated, then could only lower his head, suppressing the urge to curse.
Someone smarter seemed to guess his thoughts and asked, "You went through all this trouble to imprison our souls here; it can't be just to torment us, can it?"
"Of course."
Emrys readily admitted it.
To create this tribal banner, he even cooperated with Dormammu and paid a price; how could it be just to imprison them to vent his anger?
"What do you want?"
The person stared coldly at Emrys.
"Although I deceived you all and imprisoned your souls here, I did it out of good intentions," Emrys said very sincerely. "Everything I did was for your own good."
They had never seen such a shameless person before. If they weren't at his mercy, they would now want nothing more than to draw their swords and cut down this shameless bastard!
"What do you want? Just say it directly!"
Someone finally couldn't hold back, gritting his teeth.
"Stop beating around the bush with us; every one of us has experienced what kind of person you are!"
"I hope to give you all a chance to turn over a new leaf and abandon the darkness for the light."
Emrys was too lazy to keep up the pretense, smiling.
"How about you all join the Imperium in soul form and atone for the mistakes you've made?"
"You want us to fight for you?"
Someone hit the nail on the head.
"Exactly."
Emrys nodded.
"It's both fighting and atoning for yourselves; what do you all think of my proposal?"
"Not good."
They all sneered.
"I forgot to tell you all—" Their reaction was also within Emrys' expectations; he said calmly, "This place is similar to the Warp, yet not entirely the same, which means you won't die here. If you don't mind, I can give you some trouble every day. You can continue to pledge allegiance to Chaos; at most, it will just take a bit more effort from me."
This was a naked threat!
If they didn't agree, they would be tormented every day, and because of the inability to die, they would forever remain in this dark, sunless environment, suffering torment forever, and ever, and ever!
"Are you lying to me?!"
They were a little panicked; if it was really like this, who would want to be tormented forever!
"You can try it."
Emrys smiled slightly and said, "Today's conversation is over. I hope when we meet next time, you still have today's backbone."
With that, without giving them a chance, Emrys' soul left the 'Myriad Souls Banner.'
He had not deceived these Chaos followers.
Don't forget, once branded with the 'Dark Mark,' one would completely become a 'slave' to Dormammu, the monarch of the Dark Dimension.
A slave's life and death are in the Sir's hands.
Dormammu is not present here; their life or death is entirely at Emrys' discretion. Even if they die, with the Dark Slave Mark bestowed by Dormammu, he can easily revive them.
He wished to call the 'Myriad Souls Banner'—the Little Warp!
Of course, if possible, it could also be called the 'Little Dark Dimension.'
"Hmm, does this count as infringement?" Emrys scratched his head, thinking of the Emperor's 'Cursed Legions'; isn't this just a disguised ghost legion?