Warhammer begins in 2026

Several months passed in the blink of an eye. In the open-air training ground in the backyard of the manor, Makado leaned against a carved stone pillar with his arms crossed, watching with utter boredom as Erda guided Huang Feng's spiritual energy training. At this moment, Huang Feng had grown a few centimeters taller, reaching a mere 1.3 meters. The large training vest he wore was still loose and baggy, and when he ran, the hem of the vest billowed in the wind like a little penguin flying around, creating a particularly comical contrast.

"Huang Feng's psionic energy is of the group type, which can establish mental connections with a large number of humans. Feel it." Erda turned his head to indicate, and took the initiative to release his own psionic energy barrier, allowing Makado next to him to directly feel the psionic energy fluctuations released by Huang Feng.

Makado focused his senses for a moment, then lightly rubbed his fingertips together. "I can borrow some of Huang Feng's spiritual energy." He raised an eyebrow, approval in his eyes. "This spiritual energy is suitable for use on the battlefield."

Makado looked down at Huang Feng, who was only waist-high and had a round, childlike head, and said seriously, "You can join the army in the future. Group connection can even enhance your resistance to mental energy."

As soon as he finished speaking, without warning, Huang Feng silently coiled a wisp of pale white spiritual energy around Neos, who was idly slacking off to the side. It directly drew away a trace of free spiritual energy and gently suppressed Neos's spiritual energy flow. Neos's eyelids twitched violently, spilling half a drop of tea from his cup, his face filled with astonishment. Seeing this, Makado's pupils widened slightly, full of surprise: "Your work is quite good."

"Only those who can resist me can be drawn from. Ordinary people can also be forcibly drawn from, but there are too few of them." Huang Feng scratched the back of his head, looking troubled and realistic. "I feel that only five thousand ordinary people can suppress spiritual energy within a certain range, and they can only suppress it a little bit. It's better than nothing."

Makado chuckled and shook his head, then turned to Erda and casually remarked, "Her ability is not bad, it's just a bit useless right now."

"Hmm?" Huang Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, a flash of inspiration struck him, and his short legs moved with lightning speed as he jogged up to Neos. He looked up at him and asked, coughing softly a couple of times because he had run so fast: "Neos, can you cover something with your psionic energy?"

Neos calmly wiped the wind ruffled his collar as Huang Feng ran over and replied indifferently, "That depends on how much spiritual energy you need."

"It can suppress Makado, or it can suppress Erda." Huang Feng's eyes were bright and his tone was excited, completely ignoring the two people watching not far away.

Makado and Erda, standing nearby, exchanged bewildered glances. They watched the two, one tall and one short, huddled together, chattering away with shining eyes, like children secretly studying prank props. Their lips twitched, completely at a loss for words, and they could only silently watch the drama unfold.

A moment later, Neos expressionlessly pulled an old Roman eagle banner from a hidden compartment in his personal spatial storage. The banner was embroidered with the words "First Legion," and the fabric had a dull texture, looking quite unremarkable. Neos casually explained, "This cloth naturally possesses the property of absorbing psionic energy; it's an ancient artifact."

Neos raised his hand and continued to slowly channel his abundant spiritual energy into the eagle banner. The originally blackened banner patterns gradually lit up until the four gilded characters "First Legion" on the banner shone with a cold white glow. Only then did he stop and casually hand the heavy eagle banner to Huang Feng. Huang Feng was short, and holding the eagle banner, his upper body was almost completely covered by the banner, making him look comical.

Holding the eagle flag, Huang Feng immediately released his collective spiritual energy. In an instant, in the entire training hall, apart from Neos and Huang Feng himself, everyone else, including Makado, Erda, and even the two manor servants who were sweeping by in the distance, had their spiritual energy suppressed by 50%. The servants' brooms slipped from their hands and hit their feet, causing them to grimace in pain but unable to mobilize their spiritual energy to relieve the pain. The scene was quite comical.

"Keep channeling psionic energy!" Huang Feng urged Neos, his face beaming with excitement. Neos sighed helplessly and could only increase the amount of psionic energy he poured in. As massive amounts of psionic energy continued to flood into the Eagle Banner, the psionic energy suppression barrier in the room tightened further. Makado tried to mobilize a wisp of psionic energy, but his fingertips were empty. He tried three times without any response. Erda also frowned, completely unable to sense his own psionic energy. Only when neither of them could release a single wisp of psionic energy did Neos stop channeling it.

"Awesome! Haha, if any demons or anything like that ever come along, just unfurl the eagle banner, and the demons will be nothing but chicken scraps!" Huang Feng jumped and waved the banner, the flag sweeping across Makado's head, messing up his hair, but Makado was completely oblivious, overjoyed. "From now on, I'll be an enhanced version of the Silent Sister, and a large-scale one at that!"

The next second, Erda strode forward, precisely pinching Huang Feng's soft earlobe with just the right amount of force, dragging the still-jumping Huang Feng towards the training room. Huang Feng's feet were still unconsciously pushing off the ground, his voice carrying far: "You're retaliating against me for being suppressed by psionic energy just now!"

As Huang Feng's mournful howls faded into the distance, only Macardo and Neos remained. Macardo was about to utter a few words of complaint when he caught a glimpse of Neos flipping his hands, and dozens of uniformly styled Roman legionary eagle banners rolled out from the void, arranged from the Second Legion to the Fortieth Legion, densely packed and covering nearly half the ground—a truly awe-inspiring sight. Macardo's nonchalant expression vanished instantly, replaced by obvious terror in his eyes. He instinctively took a half-step back: "When did you collect so many? What are you planning to do?"

In the following days, Huang Feng assisted each legion's eagle banner in activating theirs. The final test results were remarkably different: only Neos and Macado could perfectly activate the eagle banner's suppressive effect. After Erda activated his eagle banner, the banner flickered faintly but could not exert any suppressive force; the light effect extinguished after a few seconds. When Olpeson activated his banner, the psionic energy spread directly across the banner without any area suppression effect.

After checking them one by one, Huang Feng put his hands behind his back, struck a teacher's pose, stood on tiptoe, looked up at the two of them, and said seriously, "You two still need to practice. Your spiritual energy capacity and mental strength are not up to standard."

Neos didn't care at all, simply tossing the two malfunctioning eagle banners to Erda and Olpeson respectively. Watching their helpless expressions as they caught the banners, a smile lingered in his eyes. No one knew when the two would be able to successfully activate the eagle banners.