Warhammer begins in 2026

As the smoke of battle slowly dissipated, the tremors on the war-torn land gradually subsided.

The human army ceased its mopping-up operations, the three legions regrouped, and the Titan legion slowly halted. The main cannons of the giant mechs dimmed their intense light, and the entire star field returned to a deathly silence from the extreme chaos of battle. On the ravaged, barbaric planet, only broken piles of metal, cooled gun wrecks, and the utterly dissipated savage aura remained.

Leman Russ led the Wolf Pack's elite troops out of the ruins of the massive underground fortress. Their armor was stained with gunpowder, their fighting spirit undiminished, and they carried fragments of the Green Emperor's giant battle axe on their shoulders as they strode toward the command ship that was slowly descending from the sky.

"Mother, the Green Emperor has been killed, and there are no survivors inside or outside the main planet."

Ruth stood before Huang Feng and bowed, his tone frank and bold, filled with the exhilaration of a great victory.

Huang Feng nodded slightly, raised his hand to support her, and his gaze swept across the entire restored star field. Just as he was about to issue the order for post-war purification and star field takeover, his brow spirit sensed a sudden, slight change.

A unique energy, extremely vast and turbulent, which should have completely dissipated with the destruction of the orcs, was not completely annihilated.

It is formless and intangible, pervading heaven and earth, filling every inch of space and every inch of land in the entire Shattered Star Trek star field. That is the Waaagh! wild energy, innate to the Greenskin race and fueled by war and rage.

Years of slaughter by countless orcs, the furious roars of billions of greenskins, and the lifelong fighting spirit of the orc emperor all coalesced into this unprecedentedly vast Waaagh! ocean of energy. Even if all its hosts were annihilated, this pure war-mongering energy would still linger in the mortal realm, restless, boiling, and wandering between heaven and earth. Spiritual energy? Huang Feng sensed it.

Ordinary psionicists who come into contact with this energy will only have their minds overwhelmed by its savage madness, becoming violent, out of control, and losing their reason, ultimately turning into madmen like the Greenskins who only know how to fight.

However, Huang Feng's spiritual energy is clear and pure, its origin is rooted in reality, and it has the inherent characteristics of purification and domination.

She closed her eyes, her spiritual energy expanding throughout the domain, gently touching this restless sea of ​​energy. The anticipated erosion, chaos, and backlash vanished; instead, an ultimate resonance was generated.

The raging Waaagh! Under her psychic guidance, the energy no longer ran rampant, but instead gathered gently, slowly sinking and coiling around the Imperial Eagle Banner that hovered in front of her.

The Eagle Flag, which was originally just meant to boost morale, stabilize minds, and purify hostility, has undergone an unprecedented transformation at this moment.

The golden banner suddenly shone brightly, the eagle pattern came alive, and its golden luster pierced through the clouds, stretching across the entire starry sky. Countless tiny golden specks of military spirit were born from the fallen human heroes, the fighting spirit of victorious warriors, and the condensed Waaagh! energy, layering and adhering to the eagle banner.

The spirit of the military shines!

Having endured countless bloody battles, carried the will of the human race in the Great Expedition, and now devoured and assimilated billions of Waaagh across the entire star field, the Eagle Banner of War Energy has completely unlocked a brand new form.

The originally gentle and nurturing support field has undergone a complete transformation and sublimation.

From now on, the Eagle Flag will no longer be just a guardian flag to stabilize morale, calm restlessness, and purify negative energy.

It can absorb all war energy—alien rage, battlefield carnage, killing intent, Waaagh!—and transform it all into the fighting power of the human race's military spirit.

Ten Thousand Souls Sail? Huang Feng looked at the eagle flag in his hand.

All absorbed enemy war potential will be thoroughly purified, refined, and unified, transforming into the attack power, defense power, fighting spirit, resilience, and physical resistance of the human legion, thus empowering the entire army. The more ferocious the enemy, the more brutal the battle, and the more vast the enemy's war energy, the more terrifying the military spirit and combat power that the Eagle Banner can unleash will be.

The remaining energy of the entire battlefield surged into the Eagle Banner, making the golden light even more dazzling and enveloping all the expeditionary warriors.

The warriors of the Fifth, Sixth, and Tenth Legions, along with a large number of mortal support troops, simultaneously felt a surge in their amplified power. Their power armor shone brightly, their physical energy surged continuously, and their fighting spirit hardened like steel, making them fearless of any battlefield aggression or mental pollution.

Even the Titan Legion's giant mechs and the Mechanicus' war machines underwent a minor divine adaptation under the radiance of the military spirit, resulting in simultaneous improvements in operational efficiency, armor hardness, and weapon power.

Riemann Russ looked up at the sacred eagle banner that stretched across the starry sky, its light shining brightly, his eyes filled with awe and fervor.

The more enemies killed, the stronger the amplitude becomes; this truly is the Human Race's Myriad Souls Sails.

Go back and upgrade each of the eagle flags.

Once everything on the battlefield had settled and the star system was back on track, Huang Feng ordered the main fleet to prepare for return.

The massive human fleet slowly departed the Eastern Spiral Arm star system. Thousands of warships were arrayed in orderly formation, their wartime sharpness fading as they smoothly traversed the starry sea, continuing their journey towards their expedition. The starry sea was clear and calm, a far cry from the previous raging war and pervasive hostility.

Several days later, Huang Feng's ship entered the airspace of the Terra solar system.

Looking out into the distance, Terra, the home planet, floats serenely amidst the sea of ​​stars. The towering domes of the imperial city, the orderly array of spaceports, and the well-functioning defense system showcase the grandeur and tranquility of the human empire's central hub. In stark contrast to the barbaric, blood-soaked starfields on the front lines, it presents a scene of prosperous peace and orderly urban splendor. Huang Feng is preparing to bring oceans to this yellow planet and has already begun preparations.

The fleet landed smoothly at Terra Airport, where the Imperial Guard stood in orderly ranks, maintaining a solemn and disciplined demeanor throughout.

As soon as Huang Feng stepped down the flagship's suspended stairs, before even entering the imperial city, a gentle yet profound thought crossed the distance and precisely landed on her mind.

It's Neos.

His thoughts were gentle and calm, carrying a resolute and concise tone, without any redundancy: "You've returned safely, that's good."

"I have just locked the coordinates of the fourth Primarch."

"The Third Primarch was born on the planet Chemos, a place of artistic brilliance and flourishing civilization. He is pure of heart, pursues ultimate perfection, is proficient in art and skilled in warfare, excelling in both literature and martial arts, and possesses noble character. He is the child who best embodies the spirit of Terran civilization."

The message was gentle yet solemn, carrying an invitation: "Take a short rest, then come with me to pick him up and take him home."

Huang Feng stood atop the white jade steps of Terra Airport, gazing at the bustling and orderly Terra Imperial City in the distance. The streets and alleys were well-ordered, the light and shadow gentle, a scene of civilized prosperity everywhere. She nodded slightly and softly agreed.

Huang Feng agreed and watched as Neos's spiritual aura slowly dissipated. Instead of immediately setting off to rest, she turned and entered the central workshop area of ​​Terra Imperial City. Having experienced the fierce battle of the Eastern Arms and with the imminent return of Forgrim, two days of rest would be enough for her to properly settle all matters, prepare a thorough welcome, and make full preparations for her departure.

Terra's Imperial City maintains a consistently orderly urban rhythm. The streets are clean and solemn, government buildings are arranged in a staggered pattern, and the Imperial Guard and Space Marine patrols move steadily through the city. There is no trace of the smoke and ferocity of the front lines, only a perpetually stable order. The workshops are perpetually lit, with mechanical artisans and Imperial technicians performing their duties, the machines humming steadily—a scene of orderly bustling activity.