Warhammer begins in 2026

With the dust settled in the Virentis star system, the newly expanded empire's territory returned to its former tranquility. Neos, having learned the coordinates of the Sixth Primarch, Leman Ruth, sent a message to Huang Feng, instructing her to proceed first to the frozen planet Fenris, while he would arrive later.

Huang Feng arrived at Fenris, a desolate and treacherous wasteland in the far north of the Milky Way. Thousands of miles were frozen, howling winds raged, and permafrost buried the earth. Wild blizzards raged year-round, making it an extremely dangerous and barbaric place. On this desolate land, Leman Russ had become an invincible wolf king, unifying all the barbarian tribes of Fenris, his unparalleled brute strength and fearsome reputation from countless battles shaking the entire icy plains.

Huang Feng had prepared a special gift for Russ well in advance—the eagle banner exclusive to the Tenth Legion's Wolf Regiment, and the infinitely psionic flask she had personally forged. As long as water was poured into it, the flask would contain an inexhaustible supply of strong liquor, capable of calming agitation and soothing the mind; it was a treasure tailor-made for this Primarch who loved wine and courage. She did not rashly approach to negotiate, but instead stood quietly on the snow-covered platform, observing from the shadows, awaiting Neos's arrival.

A moment later, the wind and snow stopped abruptly, and the world fell silent. Neos, alone, shattered the icy mist and descended upon the Fenris royal court. His aura was warm yet suppressed all things, causing the fierce Fenris barbarian warriors around him to hold their breath.

On the throne, Leman Russ sat as still as a mountain. His golden hair was flowing freely, his physique was robust and wild, and he exuded the frost and killing intent of battles across the icy plains. His eyes held only the arrogance and confidence of a savage strongman. When he saw Neos appear out of nowhere, he showed no awe, only feeling that he was a challenger of strange origin. He immediately rose to face the newcomer.

Neos revealed his identity, stating that he was his biological father who had come to bring him back to Terra and give him command of his legion.

These words only elicited a loud, unrestrained laugh from Leman Russ, a laugh so rough and boisterous that it shook the snow in the hall, causing it to fall in a flurry: "Utter nonsense! I, Leman Russ, was born on the icy plains, raised on bloodshed, and conquered Fenris with my own fists. I never acknowledge kinship without a name! You can't make me submit to Terra and acknowledge you as my master with mere words!"

He was naturally frank and competitive, believing in the supremacy of strength and utterly unconvinced by empty titles. He immediately raised his hand and set the rules, strictly adhering to the traditions of the Fenris tribe: "Since you claim to be my creator and the lord of mankind, then let us have three matches! Best two out of three. If you win, I will return to Terra with you and remain loyal for life; if I win, you will leave my planet and never mention surrender again!"

Huang Feng, perched high above, watched with arms crossed, a faint smile playing on her lips, quietly observing this bizarre and extraordinary surrender drama unique to the Wolf King. She knew that this was a unique method of subjugation of the original entity in official history, without any bloody crushing; instead, there were three amusing and somewhat comical contests first.

The first competition: the Frenzied Eating Contest.

The Fenris barbarians revered the strong who could eat and fight, and the long table was laden with enormous amounts of roasted beast meat, coarse wheat cakes, and high-calorie supplements. Leman Russ, who had spent years fighting in the icy wilderness, possessed an extraordinary physique and a terrifying metabolism. He ate with incredible speed, swallowing large mouthfuls and chewing incessantly, his cheeks bulging rapidly, showing no signs of fatigue.

Neo sat down calmly, without displaying supernatural powers or abilities, competing purely with his ordinary physical body. His demeanor was composed and elegant, and his eating was slow and methodical, a stark contrast to Ruth's ravenous and unrestrained manner, which was particularly comical. In a short while, Ruth emptied the mountain of food piled in front of him, patting his belly with an air of pride, while Neo still had more than half of the food left on his table.

In the first match, the Emperor was defeated.

Lehman Russ's confidence surged instantly. He raised his chin and laughed heartily, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant: "It seems the so-called Lord of Humanity has an appetite even smaller than that of an ordinary warrior of Fenris! In the next match, I bet you'll still lose without a doubt!"

The second competition was a spirits-drinking contest.

The Fenris North's Fenris brew is extremely pungent and potent; a single sip would burn an ordinary mortal's throat and render them unconscious. Even the strongest barbarian dared not drink much of it, yet it was Ruth's lifelong favorite. He was a heavy drinker, able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and his alcohol tolerance was unparalleled on the entire planet.

Dozens of jars of potent icefield liquor, sealed for a century, were unsealed, their pungent aroma filling the entire royal court. Russ picked up a jar, tilted his head back, and gulped down the liquor, the wine flowing freely down his chin, unrestrained and unstoppable, jar after jar, his expression remaining calm and composed, showing no sign of drunkenness.

Neos remained calm and collected, neither rushing nor using any external aids to alleviate the effects of the alcohol, engaging in a direct test of drinking capacity. However, Ruth's drinking capacity was like a bottomless pit, naturally suited to extremely strong liquor. In the end, Neos nodded slightly and voluntarily stopped.

In the second match, the Emperor suffered another defeat.

Riman Russ, having won two consecutive matches, became completely arrogant, brimming with confidence and boiling with fighting spirit. He was convinced that Neos was all talk and no action, lacking any real strength. He took a step forward, his fighting spirit sharp and his tone arrogant: "Two losses, you've already lost! But I'll give you one last chance—a close-quarters, hand-to-hand combat! If you can defeat me, I'll willingly surrender to you!"

Huang Feng, watching from the high platform, felt helpless.

The third match was a close-quarters, hand-to-hand combat to the death.

This time, there are no jokes, no holding back; it's the ultimate showdown between the Primarch's peak brute force and the Lord of Man's absolute power.

Leman Russ unleashed his full power, awakening his Primarch's full strength. His golden hair danced wildly, and a fierce ice storm swirled around him. He unleashed all the fighting techniques he had honed through countless battles on the ice plains. His fists tore through the air, each strike carrying the brute force to shatter mountains and split rocks. Every move was ruthless and desperate, his attacks relentless, completely displaying the Wolf King's ferocious power.

Neos was already a little angry when he saw Huang Feng's smile. These matches, whether he won or lost, would be embarrassing.

A golden light flashed, and an imperial armor materialized, delivering a powerful punch.

Lehman Russ was instantly thrown off balance, his body flying backward and crashing heavily onto the frozen ground, shattering the ice with a thud. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, briefly lost consciousness, and all his arrogance and ferocity vanished completely before this absolute power.

The guys next to him, seeing their king being knocked to the ground and still eating and drinking, made Huang Feng a little hungry. He went over and ate some of the food, which tasted pretty good.

A moment later, Ruth slowly awoke. He propped himself up on the broken ice, his body aching and his blood churning, but there was no resentment in his eyes, only utter shock and clarity.

Riemann Russ was a man of integrity, always willing to accept defeat and never resorting to cheating or violence. He set aside all his arrogance, strode forward, knelt on one knee, bowed his head solemnly, and said in a sincere and respectful tone: "I have lost. I am convinced of my defeat, and I submit to you for life."

A faint warmth appeared in Neos's eyes, and he reached out to help him up.

At this moment, Huang Feng slowly descended from the snow-covered platform, a gentle smile on his face, and handed the two gifts he had prepared to Ruth. One was the Sixth Legion's exclusive eagle banner, which simultaneously enhanced the entire army's strength, physical resistance, charge, and reaction, amplifying the Wild Wolves' melee killing ability; the other was a unique, infinitely potent spirit energy flask, containing inexhaustible strong liquor to nourish the mind and spirit, exclusively for the alcoholic Wolf King and the future Space Wild Wolves Legion.

"Welcome home, Ruth," Huang Feng said softly. "From now on, you no longer need to guard the bitter, icy plains alone. Terra is your home, and the entire galaxy is your battlefield."

Ruth gripped the eagle banner and flask tightly, feeling the warm, lingering energy of the flask, a surge of warmth welling up in his heart. He had always respected the strong, and was even more grateful for this tolerance and favoritism, so he solemnly bowed to Huang Feng.