Holy Terra,
Holy Terra's orbital space was filled with the silhouettes of warships. Rows of massive warships were neatly arranged, their surfaces gleaming with the golden light of the Imperial Aquila.
The most striking vessel in the entire fleet was undoubtedly the flagship, the colossal "emperors lash" battleship, whose majestic hull resembled a mobile fortress in space, profoundly displaying the Empire's might.
Accompanied by deep engine roars, the fleet slowly began its descent. The enormous fleet reached the spaceport located at the "Lagrange point," creating intense friction and light, like stars falling from the sky, glorious and magnificent.
In the skies of Terra, hundreds of escort ships, transport ships, and mechanical arks followed the flagship in precise formations as it descended. As the fleet neared Terra's surface, the warships systematically adjusted their positions, hovering in the air and casting colossal shadows onto the ground, adding an atmosphere of solemn grandeur to the ancient Kharon.
The Terra spaceport's docking platforms were already teeming with welcoming personnel. Representatives from the High Lords Council, Astra Militarum, Adeptus Mechanicus, and major noble families, dressed in ceremonial attire, stood in neat rows, awaiting this unprecedented return.
The Spaceport Welcome Ceremony
As the "emperors lash" slowly descended onto the central platform of the Terra spaceport, its massive engine plumes steadily retracted, and thunderous applause and cheers erupted. The central landing bay of the hull opened, and a broad ramp slowly extended downwards, bringing the atmosphere on Terra to its peak.
Li Feng was the first to appear on the ramp. He wore a flight jacket and a cowboy hat, looking very relaxed, not at all like someone returning from a victorious battle, but more like someone just back from a trip. (Detective Li the Adventurer)
Following closely were the elite Soldiers of the Custodian Guard. They marched in unison, clad in the Empire's latest power armour, holding gleaming weapons, and descended in formation. The battle banners of the Valhalla 597th Regiment, Death Korps of Krieg, Catachan Jungle Fighters, and other Astra Militarum elites fluttered high, snapping in the wind.
The Space Marine who participated in the Gravelax campaign were also wearing battle armor adorned with holy marks, receiving the praise and cheers of Holy Terra.
At this moment, they understood why honor was the most important thing for a warrior, and what they were experiencing now was the highest honor.
Cheers like a tide erupted all around, people shouting "
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Victors' Triumph!"
Salutes fired in unison, and in the sky, mech formations performed a synchronized flight display, drawing the Imperial Aquila. Representatives of the Adeptus Mechanicus had set up a massive ceremonial forge by the spaceport, spouting golden flames, symbolizing the glory of Imperial industry and technology.
The road from the spaceport to the Imperial Palace was already adorned with flowers and banners, as if for a grand festival. Li Feng rode in a golden armored hovercar, slowly driving along the road towards the Imperial Palace.
On both sides of the street, crowds of people waved flags, shouting "Heroes return!" Children scattered petals at the motorcade, their faces filled with reverent smiles.
On the rooftops of buildings, nobles and common citizens stood side by side, saluting the motorcade, creating a warm and solemn scene.
Along the way, several military bands played the Empire's victory songs, their melodious tunes echoing in every corner of Terra. Adeptus Mechanicus servo-automatons sprayed holy oil with a faint metallic scent, blessing the triumphant heroes.
When the motorcade arrived at the Imperial Palace Square, the plaza was already packed with important figures from across the Empire. Members of the High Lords Council had been waiting for a long time, representatives of the Officio Assassinorum watched silently from the shadows, and the Ecclesiarch stood before the dais, holding the Imperial Holy Book, offering blessings to the victorious returnees.
In the center of the square, the colossal golden statue of the Emperor, wielding his sword and pointing into the distance, gleamed brightly in the sunlight.
When Li Feng stood on the dais and waved to everyone, the cheers of the entire Terra were deafening, echoing through the sky.
Subsequently, representatives of the High Lords Council presented praise and rewards to Li Feng. As the ceremonial bells chimed for the thirteenth time, everyone in the square chanted in unison:
"Fight for the Emperor! Live for the Empire! Cheer for the heroes!"
This grand welcome ceremony ignited hope for the Empire's future in every child of Terra, and deeply etched Li Feng's name onto this sacred land.
Meanwhile... backstage,
Konrad Curze, Khan, and Russ, the three brothers, were waiting backstage. Khan stood with his arms crossed, observing everything, which made him recall the Ullanor parade where the Emperor bestowed the title of "Warmaster" upon Horus.
Russ now felt that the ceremonial power armour he left on Terra ten thousand years ago was too small, squeezing him uncomfortably. Konrad Curze stood by, helping Russ adjust the tightness of his battle armor with a large wrench.
After spending time with Konrad Curze again, they felt that their previously erratic and crazy brother had truly become a different person.
The current Konrad Curze was taciturn, and exuded a very melancholic aura, but having been confined for ten thousand years, he now particularly liked to cling to Russ and Khan.
However, some of Konrad Curze's habits remained unchanged, such as... walking silently, always preferring to appear stealthily behind Russ or Khan, and then... "Want to go eat together?"
Each time, he would startle Khan and Russ, earning him a scolding... But seeing the pitiful Konrad Curze after being scolded, the two still accompanied him to eat... Meanwhile, below the stage, invited by Terra, a large number of Space Marine Chapter Masters arrived on Holy Terra. They watched the friend of the emperor on the parade float, receiving people's adoration... and next to the float, Huron's arrogant face. Huron was seen with his head held high, looking down his nose at these Chapter Masters as he passed them.
"Tsk... So he just latched onto the big leg? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were going to be Warmaster..."
The Chapter Masters whispered among themselves... In the crowd, Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, and Azrael, the supreme grand master of the Dark Angels, stood together.
Dante looked at Huron there, and with a tired face, he sighed: "Ah, youth is truly good... still able to be so carefree."
Azrael, on the other hand, looked at Li Feng on the parade float... Living Saint Celestine behind him... and the red-haired woman beside him. Who was that woman? Why was she allowed to stand on the parade float, and why was she constantly whispering and conferring with Li Feng... their relationship seemed very intimate... "Emmmm... there's a secret."
Hearing Azrael muttering something, Dante looked at Azrael beside him and asked:
"Grand Master Azrael, a secret? What secret?"
Azrael: "Dark Angels! There are no secrets!"
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