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Chapter 330: Company Commander Russell?

Russell's consciousness gradually awoke from the darkness, his vision clearing from blurry to sharp. The first thing he saw was the ceiling of the medical pod, its cold metal surface reflecting a faint light. Then, he felt a warm energy emanating from his wrist—Arya's psionic tendrils, gently wrapping around it and providing him with power.

"Russell, you're finally awake." Arya's voice came softly, filled with a relieved joy.

Russell turned his head slightly and saw Dante and Mephisto standing at the head of the bed. Dante had a gentle smile on his face, while Mephisto's eyes held a deep scrutiny.

“My lord…” Russell’s voice was a little hoarse as he tried to sit up.

Dante quickly stepped forward and gently pressed Russell's shoulder: "Don't rush to get up, your body still needs to recover."

Russell nodded and lay back down. His gaze swept across the room, as if searching for something. His voice held a hint of doubt: "Where is Cato Sicarius?"

Dante smiled slightly, his tone tinged with emotion: "Cato has left with Lord Guilliman. Lord Guilliman is on the Unyielding Expedition, and Cato, as a representative of the Ultramarines, naturally has to accompany him."

A look of disappointment flashed in Russell's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. He nodded, his voice filled with respect, and said, "Cato was an excellent warrior. His departure is a loss for us, but also a blessing for the Empire."

Dante took a letter from his pocket and handed it to Russell: "Lord Guilliman left you a letter before he left. He said that only you can open this letter."

Russell took the letter, his fingers gently tracing the Imperial Eagle emblem on the envelope. A complex emotion flickered in his eyes as he slowly opened the envelope and took out the letter. The handwriting was neat and strong, clearly Guilliman's own.

**To Russell:**

**By the time you read this letter, I will have already embarked on my indomitable expedition. Your strength and courage deeply comfort me and give me hope for the Empire. Your golden psionic energy is not only a blessing from the Emperor, but also a powerful weapon for humanity against darkness.**

However, strength isn't everything. You need to learn how to wield it, how to remain calm and wise in battle. Dante, a seasoned warrior, will be your mentor. I hope that under his guidance you will grow into a true pillar of the Empire.

Remember, Russell, your mission is not merely to fight. You are the hope of the Empire, the future of humanity. No matter how many enemies you face, hold fast to your beliefs and strive for more victories for the Empire.

**Robert Killieman**

**Imperial Regent.**

Russell finished reading the letter, his eyes filled with complex emotions. His fingers gently traced the words on the paper, as if he could feel Guilliman's expectations and trust.

Dante's voice came softly, gentle as he said, "Russell, Lord Guilliman has high hopes for you. He hopes that you can grow into a true warrior under my guidance."

Russell raised his head, his eyes filled with determination: "Lord Dante, I will do my utmost to live up to Lord Guilliman's expectations."

Dante nodded approvingly: "Very good, Russell. Your power is the hope of the Empire, but you need to learn how to wield it. From today onward, I will personally teach you."

Mephisto's voice came from the side, his expression profound: "Russell, your golden psionic energy is powerful, but it is not invincible. You need to learn how to remain calm in battle and how to make the right choices at crucial moments."

Russell's eyes were filled with gratitude: "I understand, Lord Mephisto. I will study hard."

Arya's voice came softly and gently: "Russell, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

Russell smiled slightly, a warmth in his eyes: "Thank you, Arya. With you here, I feel that everything has become simpler."

However, what Dante said next left Russell speechless with shock.

"Russell, I've already discussed it with Mephisto, and we've decided to promote you to be the commander of the Second Company!" Dante said without room for argument.

"Lord Dante...you...what did you say?" Russell's voice was tinged with panic. "I'm just a mortal, how can I be a Space Marine company commander? This...this is against the rules!"

Dante smiled slightly and teased, "Rules? Russell, do you think rules still matter in this war? Your strength, your courage, your wisdom have proven that you are more worthy of this position than most Space Marines."

Russell's gaze became somewhat complicated, and his voice carried a hint of hesitation: "But... I am just a mortal. I have not undergone genetic modification, nor have I received Space Marine training... How can I command a thousand Blood Angel warriors?"

Dante's gaze was profound: "Russell, your golden psionic power has transcended the boundaries of mortals. Your power is not only a weapon against the Zerg, but also a symbol of humanity's hope. Lord Guilliman left you here because he believes you are capable of shouldering this heavy responsibility."

Russell's body trembled slightly, a hint of struggle in his eyes. He knew this was a tremendous responsibility, an unprecedented challenge. His heart was filled with hesitation and unease, but even more so with loyalty to the Empire.

Dante's voice came again, gentle: "Russell, Lord Guilliman has entrusted me with the governance of the Empire's dark side. It is a very complicated matter, and I will have fewer and fewer opportunities to go to the battlefield in the future. You, on the other hand, will take my place and lead the warriors of the Blood Angels to win more victories for the Empire."

Russell's eyes held a complex emotion. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew he couldn't refuse this task. His voice held a firm tone: "Lord Dante, I... I will do my utmost to live up to your expectations."

Dante smiled slightly, his eyes filled with approval: "Very good, Company Commander Russell. From today onwards, you are the company commander of the Blood Angels, leading a thousand warriors. I believe you will be able to accomplish this task."

Russell nodded, his eyes filled with determination: "For the Empire, for the Emperor, I will fight to the last moment."

Dante was very pleased: "Very good, Company Commander Russell. Your strength will become the hope of the Empire."

Meanwhile, outside the medical pod, Arya stood silently in the doorway. Her gaze held a complex mix of emotions—worry, reluctance, but above all, unwavering resolve. She knew Russell's mission had changed; he would shoulder greater responsibilities. And she would always be by his side, offering support and protection.