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The smoke of battle in Colchis has completely cleared.

The chaotic black mist that had blotted out the sky dissipated completely, the closed subspace rift remained completely still, and warm sunlight pierced through the clear sky, once again covering the ravaged yet reborn land. The land, blackened by the corruption of chaos, slowly revived; the distorted and twisted bricks of the city-states shed their filth; the disordered rules of heaven and earth were all restored; and all the wounds left by the rampage of the four elemental demons were slowly healing under the nourishment of the lingering glow of the eagle banner and the will of the human divine kingdom.

The warriors of the Golden Words Legion regrouped, the demonic remnants scattered across the land being completely incinerated by the purifying holy flames. The Mechanicus and its auxiliary forces systematically cleared the battlefield, reinforced defenses, and repaired damaged civilian fortifications. Having survived a life-or-death ordeal, the legion's fighting spirit was no longer the fervent restlessness of the past, but had settled into a profound, steadfast, and pure belief in protection. In the eyes of every warrior, there remained only unwavering faith in the truth of humanity and steadfast commitment to the light of civilization.

Loka Aurelion stood atop the ruins of the city-state's highest altar, the pure white eagle-bearing radiance around him slowly receding. The immense power that had erupted twice returned to his body, becoming an integral part of his own path. The recent epic battle had not only protected Kolchis but also thoroughly tempered his heart, severing any remaining traces of prejudice and allowing him to truly understand the responsibility and duty of a preacher.

A graceful figure slowly walked through the air. Huang Feng stood quietly beside him, looking at the original body that had completely transformed, broken free from its destiny, and protected the world with its own body. His eyes were filled with genuine recognition and tenderness.

She spoke softly, her words resonating deep within Logan's heart, resounding with conviction: "You are truly amazing, Logan. You can become the person you want to be."

A simple sentence is worth more than a thousand praises.

All the past struggles—being trapped in misguided faith, clinging to the sacred path, and wandering in confusion—were now completely resolved. Loka lowered his eyes slightly, his heart clear and lucid. He knew he had stepped out of that illusory path, no longer blindly following, no longer extreme, no longer prejudiced, and had truly embarked on the righteous path that belonged to him, to humanity, and to the pursuit of the bright future.

With the great war over and order restored, Kroga did not succumb to the comfort of victory; an internal purge was immediately launched within the legion.

At the most perilous moment of the battle, when the defensive line was on the verge of collapse, demonic hordes swept across the battlefield, and the entire army fought a bloody and desperate battle, two high-ranking officers of the legion, two of their relatives, secretly turned their guns on the flanks of the battlefield, aiming at their comrades who were deeply engaged in fierce fighting and were seriously wounded. They secretly attacked and killed their own soldiers, disrupted the lines, and spread chaotic whispers, nearly causing the complete collapse of a section of the defensive line, and countless soldiers almost died needlessly at the hands of their own comrades.

Post-war investigations revealed a shocking truth. These two individuals had long been subtly corrupted by the chaos of the warp, betraying the Legion's beliefs and forgetting their initial vows to protect it, becoming secret lackeys planted by chaos within the Golden Word Messenger Legion. They feared the Holy Flame of Truth, dreaded the will of the Empire, and were unwilling to see the true path of Loka take shape and the Legion's newfound light shine. They attempted to overturn the defenses at the most crucial moment and bury the hope of the entire planet.

The moment Luo Jia learned the truth, there was no raging fervor in his heart, only a cold resolve and complete clarity.

Having undergone a transformation of faith and been tempered by the flames of war, he had long since distinguished between light and darkness, loyalty and betrayal, steadfastness and depravity. Those who dare to raise their swords against their comrades who fought to protect the world, and who are willing to abandon humanity for chaos and illusion, do not deserve to remain in the Legion, do not deserve to be in this world, and do not deserve the protection of truth.

The entire population of Colchis was present, and the entire army stood in formation to witness it.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Loka publicly pronounced the crimes of the two traitors. His words were firm and just, revealing their betrayal and the truth about their being lackeys of Chaos. He made all the warriors see the price of their fall, the treachery of Chaos, and the weight of upholding their principles.

There were no superfluous tortures, no outdated, biased punishments, only the fairest and most decisive battlefield measures. The Holy Flame of Truth descended upon the two men, instantly incinerating them and thoroughly cleansing the legion of its hidden chaos and filth, severing the root of any potential threat.

This public execution was not a fanatical purge, but a declaration of the rules of the newly formed Golden Word Messenger Legion: anyone who betrays humanity, blindly follows chaos, or harms his comrades, whether a relative or a high-ranking official, shall be executed or destroyed.

After handling all post-war matters, the legion's order was completely restored, and the planet's hidden dangers were thoroughly eliminated. Night quietly enveloped Kolchis, and the post-war starry sky was exceptionally clear, all the chaos and gloom gone. Billions of stars shone brightly and glittered, silently spreading across the reborn land.

Huang Feng did not immediately set off on his expedition. Instead, he found a high cliff and invited Luo Jia to sit quietly opposite him. The night breeze was gentle, and starlight fell on their shoulders, washing away the harshness of the battlefield and leaving only a tranquil and gentle atmosphere.

Two cups of clear star wine appeared in mid-air and landed in the hands of the two. There were no complicated ceremonies, no heavy entrustments, just the Starwalker and the Transformed Primarch sharing a cup of peace under the starry sky after the cataclysm.

Luo Jia held his wine glass, his mind peaceful and clear. Having been tempered by war and reborn with faith, he had long since shed all his prejudices and restlessness, and looked calmly at Huang Feng beside him.

Huang Feng raised his glass and lightly clinked it against his, starlight reflecting in his eyes, his tone gentle yet firm: "I don't want to leave in a hurry, I just want to have a proper drink with you."

"Loka, persevere on your current path, stay true to yourself, and fulfill your lifelong dream. You are destined to become the person you want to be, illuminating this dark sea of ​​stars."

These simple words are filled with the most sincere expectations and recognition.

A warmth spread through Luo Jia's heart. He solemnly raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. The clear, pure liquor settled in his heart, washing away the last trace of confusion, leaving only unwavering faith. He softly replied, "I will."

This toast is to the reborn Colchis, to the self that has shed its destiny, to the long and bright path ahead, and to Huang Feng's guidance and redemption along the way.

As the drinking session came to an end and night deepened, Huang Feng was already preparing for another expedition.

She took one last, profound look at Loka, whose heart had been transformed and whose path had become clear; she looked at this legion, reborn and now wielding the light; and she gazed upon the land of Kolchis, which had completely emerged from ignorance and broken free from darkness. Her eyes held the same unwavering expectation. The darkness of the starry sea had not yet subsided, and the encroachment of chaos continued unabated. Her journey was never confined to one corner; the quest to save human civilization remained boundless.

Without much farewell, the light and shadow shifted slightly, and his figure gradually disappeared. Huang Feng once again stepped into the boundless sea of ​​stars, continuing his long and courageous expedition, heading towards the next human territory in need of redemption.

For the next few years, Loka remained in Colchis, devoting himself to the reconstruction of the entire planet and the development of civilization.

He worked with the Imperial Minister of the Interior to improve the people's livelihood system, popularize the truth of the Empire, and eradicate the remaining poison of ignorance; he collaborated with the Mechanicus to complete the infrastructure repair, ecological restoration, and energy upgrading across the entire region, so that every city-state could be stable and prosperous, and every citizen could live and work in peace and contentment; he supervised the legion's training and tempering, and refined the orthodoxy, so that the beliefs of the Golden Word Messenger could be deeply rooted in people's hearts, and the Holy Path of Light could take root in the starry sea.

After years of dedicated study, reflection, and introspection, Luo Jia has finally completed the ultimate establishment of his personal character.

He has shed the sensitivity, stubbornness, anxiety, and extremism of his youth, and abandoned the vain obsession with blind faith and forced proof of the truth. Now, his mind is as calm as the sea, his magnanimity as magnanimous as a mountain, his vision as far-reaching and clear, and his actions as just and decisive. He possesses the gentle compassion of a preacher, the iron-blooded responsibility of a legion commander, and the profound vision of a Primarch protecting all living beings.

If the former Loka was prone to stubbornness, madness, and extremes when faced with mistakes, then now he is calm in the face of honor and disgrace, aware of his own strengths and weaknesses, measured in his actions and demeanor, and concerned for all people. Years of battles and redemption have tempered his temperament, making him more gentle and composed. His aura is calm, dignified, and all-encompassing, like an elder brother—gentle, reliable, and steady. His demeanor and vision have approached that of Horus, possessing the elder brotherly qualities of leading his brothers, ruling the cosmos, and bringing peace to people's hearts.

Once Colchis was rebuilt, order was established, and civilization flourished, the planet fully entered a virtuous cycle of development. Loka reorganized the military affairs of the legion, arranged the planet's garrison deployment, and finally embarked on the journey back to Terra.

Terra remains magnificent as ever, with numerous star fortresses standing tall, holy light shining upon the land, and countless legion warships returning to port, presenting a scene of peace and prosperity.

On his way back to Terra, Loka encountered several Primarch brethren who had returned earlier.

In the past, the Primal Bodies were either arrogant, aloof, fierce, or stubborn, each with its own sharp edges and brilliance. Now, after experiencing the battles in the stars, the redemption of civilizations, and the transformation of destiny, they have all shed their youthful sharpness and gained more maturity and weight.

The brothers gathered at Terran Airport, chatting about the situation on Earth, their experiences in battle, the transformation of their legions, and the redemption of their planet. Gone were the old barriers and suspicions, gone were the ideological clashes; only honest communication and mutual expectations remained between sworn brothers.

As the Primarchs chatted, everyone clearly noticed Loka's transformation.

At this moment, Loka was no longer the Primarch of the Seventeenth Legion, trapped by his faith, obsessed with the holy path, and extremely sensitive. He spoke gently, had a broad vision, and a clear mind. His words were full of reflections on human civilization, his steadfast commitment to the path of light, and his expectations for the future of the stars. He was kind and humble to others, and calm and decisive in his actions. Every gesture he made was that of a gentle, reliable, and shrewd older brother.

He no longer insisted on proving the holy path alone, nor did he force the world to follow the same path. Instead, he truly understood the importance of tolerance, protection, guidance, and perseverance.

The original beings exchanged tacit approvals, all sharing the same sentiment.

Having endured the baptism of darkness, the tempering of war, and self-redemption, Loka Aurelion has truly grown into the person he once longed to be—a saint of light who walks the stars, spreads truth, protects all people, and leads civilization; a person who can shelter his comrades, stabilize the morale of his army, and illuminate the path ahead.