The moment Leman Russ fully stood on the stage, the entire plaza fell into a brief silence again, but soon erupted in even more fervent cheers.
"For Russ and the Allfather!"
"The master of the Space Wolves has returned!"
"Fight for the Emperor! Roar for Russ!"
The warriors of the Space Wolves Space Marine Chapter were completely out of control at this moment. They loudly chanted Russ's name, some even tearing off their wolf pelt cloaks and waving them in excitement.
In their eyes, the return of Leman Russ was not only the glory of their Space Marine Chapter but also the spiritual pillar of all the sons of the Space Wolves standing tall once more.
Meanwhile, on Russ's battleship, the Wolf Guard, who had been grilling and wrestling in the Imperial Palace's backyard every day during this period, also emerged. When these warriors from ten thousand years ago appeared, the entire venue erupted in even more intense cheers.
At this moment, a dreadnought below the stage looked at Russ and his brothers above. They were still so young... while he himself had been waiting for this moment for ten thousand years... He was awakened once every millennium to tell the young children of the Wolf Chapter the stories of the past... He was "the Eldest," "the Last of the Company of Russ," the oldest warrior in the Imperium of Man, and he was Bjorn the Fell-Handed... Bjorn was the only member of Leman Russ's Wolf Guard who was left behind when Russ ventured into the Eye of Terror.
Even when he recounted that day to later Wolf Warriors, he still felt a strong sense of the pain of rejection. After Russ's disappearance, he assumed leadership of the Space Wolves, becoming the Space Marine Chapter's first Wolf Lord.
In 934.M31, during the Proxima Rebellion, he suffered mortal wounds—after the Space Marine Chapter's Apothecary declared his condition beyond hope, he was interred in a dreadnought sarcophagus.
For the next five hundred years, he remained on the front lines of battle. However, this warrior eventually succumbed to the long passage of time, and he began to spend increasingly longer periods in stasis slumber.
The Khan turned to look at Russ. Their eyes met, and after a moment of silence, both smiled. The Khan patted Russ's shoulder and said with a laugh, "It seems my brothers are finally no longer leaving me to face these tedious occasions alone."
Russ burst into hearty laughter, his voice carrying the unrestrained spirit characteristic of a northern warrior: "Khan, I won't let you hog all the glory. Today, the news of our brothers' return will spread throughout the entire galaxy!"
The two stood side by side in the center of the stage, like two unshakeable mountains, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
Li Feng walked between the two, patted the Khan and Russ on their shoulders, and addressed the crowd:
"See? These are the Emperor's sons! They are symbols of the Imperium, heroes each and every one of us can trust. Today, the banners of the Space Wolves and the White Scars Warriors will once again fly high, and the enemies of the Imperium will have nowhere to hide!"
He took a deep breath, his voice loud and firm:
"The galaxy needs no darkness, no division! We only need unity, only need to fight, only need victory! Under the Emperor's guidance, let us reclaim our future!"
At this moment, Li Feng looked at Konrad Curze, who was wearing a suit backstage, exuding a "batman" melancholic handsomeness.
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