Warhammer begins in 2026

As things gradually stabilized on Terra, the various legions began to reclaim human territories, and the framework of the Great Crusade became increasingly complete.

That day, Huang Feng went to the Privy Council of Makado to check the Imperial Logistics and Secret Affairs files. She was just doing her usual business, but she saw a young man with a special temperament and a youthful figure in the hall.

The young man stood quietly beside Makado, his aura restrained and unpredictable. He appeared quite ordinary, completely lacking the outward pressure of the Primarch. However, Huang Feng immediately sensed the Primarch's hidden power within him.

Only then did she learn the truth.

The Primarch of the Twentieth Legion was the only Primarch to have been born directly on Terra. After his birth, Neos neither sent him to the Legion nor made it public, but instead secretly entrusted him to the care, education, and safekeeping of the Magadha.

For so many years, he has grown up in Terra's shadow, learning stealth, strategy, disguise, and infiltration, rarely contacting other Primarchs, and silently cultivating everything within himself.

Huang Feng was completely unaware of this until he saw it with his own eyes today, and only then did he realize that this original body had already returned.

Once only the two of them remained in the hall, Huang Feng took the initiative to step forward and chat with him gently.

Unlike the outward confidence of other Primarchs, the Twentieth Primarch was quiet, cautious, and meticulous, with a habit of hiding himself and observing everything. He had no brothers since childhood and lived in secrecy and restraint, deeply lacking love in his heart.

Looking at his silent and restrained appearance, Huang Feng felt a surge of tenderness in her heart and naturally revealed her maternal love.

She didn't interrogate him or test him; she simply comforted him gently, telling him that he was also Terra's child, one of her brothers, and that he didn't have to hide himself forever or be constantly on edge.

The twentieth original body, who had long suppressed and endured, felt straightforward and warm care for the first time, and the tension in his heart that had been taut for many years finally relaxed.

After their heart-to-heart talk, Huang Feng officially handed over the 20th Legion's exclusive eagle flag to him.

This eagle banner possesses a unique and special talent—the ability to mimic everything.

The 20th Legion can simulate and replicate the unique talents and combat characteristics of all other legions.

It can mimic the Emperor's Son's rapid initiative, the Salamander's Flame Endurance, the Imperial Fist's Fortified Barrier, the Twilight Guardian's Spirit Amplification, and the Berserker's Rage Damage Increase.

However, talent has its limits, and it's impossible to perfectly replicate the original strength; it can only achieve about 70-80% of the effect.

Even so, this makes the 20th Legion the most versatile, battlefield-adaptable, and flexible special legion in the entire field. It can defend head-on, advance quickly, fight fiercely, and provide support, switching tactics at will with no fixed weaknesses.

After presenting the eagle flag, Huang Feng also gifted the twentieth Primal with a unique divine weapon, a spear.

This spear is heavy and sturdy, with extremely strong destructive power; its heavy-hitting ability is comparable to Vulcan's lava hammer.

Weapons, eagle banners, and legion talents have all been finalized.

The twentieth Primal, who had always kept a low profile and remained hidden in the shadows, looked up at Huang Feng, and for the first time, his eyes showed genuine warmth.

"I always thought I could only live in the shadows."

Huang Feng spoke softly: "You are Terra's last child. The shadows hide you, and I will protect you."

After everything was settled, Huang Feng noticed that he had always been tense and lived in the shadows, trapped in secret rooms and political intrigues since childhood, never truly relaxed, and never experienced the life of an ordinary person. So Huang Feng took the initiative to pat his shoulder and invited him to walk out of the Privy Council together and stroll along the main street of the imperial city to take a good look at the newly transformed Terra landscape.

In its early years, Terra was a war fortress through and through. The entire planet was tense and bleak, with military affairs taking precedence throughout the city. Towers stood guard, and armor was everywhere. Civilians toiled day and night under heavy labor, often working more than ten hours a day, sometimes going hungry, with scarce resources and a meager existence. The streets and alleys were deserted and oppressive, devoid of any human warmth. Everyone lived in a state of constant readiness and tension, barely managing to keep the Empire running in its early days.

But in the past few years, after Huang Feng gradually standardized the system, coordinated resources, and improved people's livelihoods, Terra has been completely transformed.

Today, the streets of the imperial city are smooth and wide, with clean and tidy bluestone pavements. The massive, retro-style city gates and imperial sculptures on both sides are magnificent and solemn, yet no longer exude a cold and austere atmosphere. Neatly planned residences, workshops, and markets are arranged in an orderly manner on both sides of the road. Streetlights are always on, and green plants adorn the streets, creating a tidy and orderly environment everywhere. Soldiers patrol the streets in formation, their discipline strict but not indifferent, and they do not wantonly disturb civilians. The whole city is peaceful and solemn, yet full of vibrant human life.

Huang Feng thoroughly reformed Terra's social and labor system, abolishing the endless forced labor. Now, all ordinary civilians, artisans, and low-level public officials in Terra work a uniform ten-hour workday. With regular and stable working hours, people can freely rest, spend time with their families, learn skills, or visit markets during their free time, no longer needing to exhaust themselves day and night to make a living.

The resource distribution system was also thoroughly improved. The empire centrally managed the supply of grain, meat, fruits, vegetables, and daily necessities across the entire territory, distributing them in quantities to ensure that every ordinary citizen could receive three meals a day. Meals were balanced with meat and vegetables, warm and nutritious, ensuring satiety, stability, and health, completely eliminating the chaos of famine, starvation, and food insecurity. Even the poorest and most unskilled refugees could stably have enough to eat and no longer struggle on the brink of life and death.

The market was bustling yet peaceful, with vendors setting up their stalls in an orderly fashion, selling food, handicrafts, and daily necessities. The sounds of people were gentle, and the atmosphere was orderly. Children ran and played together on the streets, spared from the hardships of early labor; artisans chatted leisurely after finishing their work, shedding the fatigue of the day; families strolled together, enjoying peaceful leisure. There was no fear of war, no anxiety about survival; everyone's face wore a relaxed and peaceful expression.

Military affairs and civilian life were perfectly separated. Soldiers on the front lines fought across the stars to protect the land, while the people at home lived and thrived in peace and prosperity. The empire was no longer just a war machine that only waged war; it truly became a home that sheltered all of humanity.

The twentieth Primarch followed silently, his gaze slowly sweeping over everything before him.

The Terra he had ever seen since childhood consisted only of dark, secluded chambers, cold stone walls, tedious files, rigorous training, and the ever-present power struggles, schemes, wars, and checks and balances that Macardo spoke of. He had always believed that Terra was inherently cold, cruel, and tense, where everyone had to endlessly give and sacrifice for the Empire, and there was never any peace or gentleness to speak of.

The vibrant and warm human world before him was something he had never imagined.

"Terra... is completely different from what I learned and saw." He spoke softly, his tone carrying a hint of bewilderment and a hint of relief. "I always thought that Terra was only about war, rules, and scheming, where everyone could only live for the Empire and had no life of their own."

Huang Feng walked slowly beside him, the evening breeze ruffling his clothes. His tone was gentle yet firm: "The empire's rules, its strict military affairs, and its endless expeditions have never been meant to imprison the people, but to safeguard this peace. We conquer the stars, wipe out the aliens, and pacify the chaos, all so that ordinary people of the human race do not have to live in fear and suffering."

She pointed to the children laughing and chatting on the street: "I changed the forced labor system, set fixed working hours, and distributed rations so that Terra would no longer be just a place of cold war, but also a place of warm humanity. Warriors have the mission to fight, and people have the right to live in peace. This is the true meaning of the Great Crusade."

The twentieth Primarch listened quietly, his back, which had been tense and stiff for many years, slowly relaxed, and the coldness and alienation deep in his eyes gradually dissipated.

He asked in a low voice, "Will the other brothers like Terra like this?"

"Of course." Huang Feng smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping gently over the entire imperial city. "You, Ruth, Forgrim, Vulcan, Dorne, all the children who are fighting abroad and carrying heavy burdens, deserve this peace. You protect the empire, and I protect you, and I also protect the human warmth that you have fought so hard for."

The boy nodded slightly, a genuine warmth finally appearing in his eyes. The long, lonely years of lurking, enduring, and constant vigilance had finally taken on real meaning.

As I walked along, the aroma of warm food wafted from a clean and simple restaurant on the side of the street. Inside, the lights were bright, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and many ordinary people and craftsmen who had finished their work were sitting peacefully eating and chatting, creating a warm and comforting atmosphere.

Huang Feng stopped and turned to look at Alpharis beside him: "You've never had a home-cooked meal in Terra before, have you? Let's go in and have a seat."

Alpharis was taken aback. In his entire life, he had only ever eaten standard rations and refined military rations, and had never stepped into an ordinary person's restaurant, much less leisurely eat and chat like mortals. He nodded slightly and obediently followed Huang Feng inside.

The restaurant owner was an ordinary local from Terra, a kind and gentle man. Seeing that the two were distinguished yet approachable, he warmly welcomed them and offered them clean tableware. The food served was made with high-quality ingredients supplied by the Empire, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, served piping hot – the kind of everyday meals for ordinary people.

The two found a seat by the window, where the bustling and peaceful streets of the imperial city were visible. Inside, the room was warmly lit and filled with the aroma of food.

Huang Feng gently and naturally served him rice and dishes.

"You don't have to be on edge all the time," Huang Feng said softly. "You're also a child of Terra. The stability that other brothers can enjoy is right up to you too. You don't have to hide in the shadows all the time, you don't have to be scheming or on guard all the time. With me, you can be yourself without worry."

The twentieth Primarch's fingers, gripping the bowl and chopsticks, loosened slightly as he lowered his head to eat the warm food. The simple, home-cooked meal, devoid of any elaborate embellishment, felt warmer than any delicacy or military ration he had ever tasted.

He spoke softly, "So this is what life is like for ordinary people. No need for training, no need for planning, no need to be prepared to sacrifice themselves at any time."

"Yes." Huang Feng looked at him gently. "This is what you will be protecting in the future. Not just the front lines, the borders, the empire, but also these ordinary people who live peaceful, stable lives, eating well and living well."

Inside the shop, the sounds of people were soft and lively, and outside the window, the evening breeze was gentle. Warm light fell on the calm eyes of the young original body, completely dispelling years of coldness and aloofness.

For the first time, he truly understood that what it means to protect is not cold power struggles and battles, but the warm meals, peaceful streets, and a stable world.

The two walked out of the restaurant. The evening breeze was slightly cool, the streetlights were still soft, and the people who had been strolling were gradually returning home. The hustle and bustle slowly returned to peace.

His time for rest and leisure was over. Next, he would return to his legion and officially take over the military affairs of the 20th Legion.

Standing at the dimly lit street corner, as we were about to part ways, the atmosphere was quiet and gentle.

Huang Feng looked at the boy who had always been reserved, lonely, and lived in the shadows, and spoke softly, his tone as gentle as the evening breeze: "We're parting ways now. Do you want your mother to hug you?"

Primarch Alpharis suddenly raised his eyes and stared silently at Huang Feng.

The coldness, restraint, and aloofness that had lingered in his eyes for so many years melted away, leaving only pure tenderness. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever been so gentle to him, no one had ever loved him like a child. Everyone only saw his strategies, his secrets, and his usefulness. Only Huang Feng gave him warmth, acceptance, and a sense of home.

He didn't speak, but slowly lifted his foot and walked closer step by step.

He was tall, much taller than Huang Feng, yet very docile and obedient. Looking at Huang Feng's gently outstretched hands, he lowered his head slightly, bent down slowly, and carefully and gently embraced Huang Feng.

The movements were very gentle, as if afraid of using too much force, and also afraid that this warmth would disappear in an instant.

The warm embrace felt comforting and reassuring, dispelling the loneliness and gloom he had felt over the years.

His cheek gently rested against hers, and the boy's original body murmured earnestly in a deep, soft voice, carrying a long-suppressed warmth:

"Thank you, my mother."

This embrace contained no military affairs, no political maneuvering, no pretense, and no shadows.

At this moment, he was no longer the Empire's most secretive blade, no longer the Primarch hidden in the shadows, but simply a child who had finally found his mother and found a home.

Huang Feng gently raised his hand and tenderly wrapped his arms around his back, softly comforting him: "When you're tired, weary, or want to rest, come back. Terra will always be your home, and I'll always be here."

The night was gentle, and the lights lingered.