He strode towards the center of the stage, his movements steady and full of power.
Below the stage, Jubal Khan, the Chapter Master of the White Scars, instantly widened his eyes like brass bells, involuntarily clenching his fists, his voice trembling with excitement: "Great Khan!"
Jubal Khan's exclamation was like a signal; countless White Scars Warriors below immediately erupted in thunderous cheers. They waved their battle standards, and some even knelt on the ground in excitement, saluting the tall figure on the stage.
"It's him! It's our Great Khan! It's the Great Khan!"
"He's back! He's really back!"
The common people also reacted quickly, and gradually, some recognized the identity of this figure. He was the Emperor's fifth son, the Primarch of the White Scars — Jaghatai Khan, the legendary warrior who once galloped across the stars, the one whom the White Scars Warriors regarded as a mythical existence.
The Khan stood on the stage, facing the crowd. He removed his helmet, revealing a resolute and wild face. His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his deep eyes seemed to penetrate everyone's soul. The eagle flew from his shoulder, circled the stage once, and then returned to the Khan's shoulder.
He slightly raised his hand, gesturing for silence below the stage. The plaza immediately fell silent, and everyone held their breath, gazing at him, waiting for him to speak his first words.
His voice was deep and powerful, echoing across the plaza, "I have returned... for the Imperium, for the Father, for you."
The crowd in the plaza once again erupted in deafening cheers, and the roars of the White Scars Warriors were even more thunderous.
The atmosphere on stage reached its peak with the appearance of Jaghatai Khan, but Li Feng did not stop there. He slowly turned around, pointing towards the backstage again, a meaningful smile on his face, and said with powerful conviction:
"More than one of the Emperor's sons have returned to the Imperium! Today, we also welcome another... a god of war who once galloped across the stars, the 'Wolf Lord' of the Space Wolves!"
After a brief shock, the crowd below once again turned their gaze towards the backstage. A low but increasingly strong sound of footsteps came from backstage, as if a fierce beast was approaching. As the sound grew closer, a tall figure gradually appeared.
He wore ancient yet majestic power armour, adorned with wolf patterns and runes in the style of Norse mythology. A thick wolf pelt cape was draped over his shoulder, with a massive wolf head resting on his shoulder, as if it could awaken from slumber at any moment. His steps were steady, each one carrying an irresistible force.
This was the Primarch of the Space Wolves — Leman Russ, the "Wolf King."
His face bore the ruggedness characteristic of a northern warrior, his golden-brown hair spread out like a mane, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if observing everyone. He carried a massive battle axe, its head carved with intricate wolf patterns, exuding an awe-inspiring chill.
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