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Chapter 349: The Bloodhound Arrives

As Russell's fleet slowly landed at the spaceport of Baal, he was greeted by deafening cheers. Thousands upon thousands of Blood Angel warriors and mortal servants gathered around the spaceport, their eyes filled with reverence and fanaticism. Golden banners fluttered in the wind, and the Blood Angels' war song echoed in the air. Russell's name was shouted aloud, as if he had become a legend of the Empire.

"Russell! Russell! Russell!" Cheers surged like a tidal wave, almost drowning Russell out.

Russell stepped off the warship, his golden eyes reflecting the crowd's enthusiasm, yet a strange sense of shame welled up within him. He knew this glory didn't entirely belong to him—it was the Emperor who truly banished Magnus, and he was merely a participant in this battle.

Carleon's white wings fluttered gently in the wind, his voice deep and firm: "Russell, this is the honor you deserve."

Arya's psionic staff glowed faintly, a mischievous glint in her eyes: "Enjoy this moment, Russell. You are a hero of the Empire."

Russell forced a smile, but the unease in his heart could not be calmed. He said in a low voice, "This honor... does not belong entirely to me."

In the Temple of the Blood Angels, Dante stood on a high platform, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He looked at Russell, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Russell, you've returned. The entire Empire sings your praises."

Russell knelt on one knee, his voice tinged with shame: "Lord Dante, this honor... does not belong entirely to me. It was the Emperor who truly banished Magnus; I was merely... a participant."

Dante smiled, stepped down from the platform, and patted Russell on the shoulder: "Victory is victory, there's nothing more to say. Regardless of the process, the result is the most important. You led the soldiers to hold the position and bought time for the Emperor. You deserve this honor."

Russell looked up, his eyes full of doubt: "Lord Dante, I... I just did what I was supposed to do."

Dante's voice was gentle: "Russell, the title of hero is not a burden, but a responsibility. You must learn to accept it, and at the same time maintain inner peace. Only in this way can you truly become a role model for warriors."

Russell was silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "I will, Lord Dante."

Deep within the temple, Russell stood alone before the Emperor's statue. In his hand lay the "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool, the bloodstains on its blade long since dried. His gaze was fixed on the Emperor's face, as if searching for answers within himself.

“Your Majesty,” Russell murmured, “how am I to face this honor?”

The statue's face remained serene, as if silently responding to Russell's question. Russell took a deep breath, golden psionic energy flowing around him. He knew that, regardless of glory or obscurity, his mission had never changed—to defend the future of the Empire and protect the hope of humanity.

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On the tower of Baal, the Star Speakers gathered, their gazes piercing the void as they peered into their future destinies. Suddenly, one of the Star Speakers trembled violently, his voice tinged with fear: "I see... the traitor Kahn, he's approaching. His target... is Russell."

The news spread rapidly throughout the entire Blood Angels Chapter. Russell stood in the command center, the "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool in his hand swaying gently. His golden pupils reflected the Star Speaker's prophecy, yet he felt a strange tension within him.

“Kahn…” Russell said in a low voice, a hint of unease in his tone.

Russell arrived at Dante's temple, knelt on one knee, and said with great shame, "Lord Dante, the Star Speakers have prophesied that Cain is coming soon. His target... is me."

A gentle light flickered in Dante's eyes: "Russell, Kahn is indeed a formidable enemy. But you are no longer the person you once were."

Russell's voice was hesitant: "Lord Dante, Kahn defeated me easily. Although I am stronger now, I... am not confident that I can defeat him."

Dante walked up to Russell and patted him on the shoulder: "Russell, to defeat your enemy, you must first defeat your own inner demons. Kahn's strength lies not only in his physical power, but also in his influence on your inner self."

Russell looked up, his eyes filled with doubt: "Overcoming your inner demons?"

Dante's voice was firm: "Yes, Russell. Your inner fears and anxieties are Kahn's greatest weapon. Only when you truly face and overcome these inner demons can you unleash your full power."

Deep within the temple, Russell stood alone before the emperor's statue. His gaze was fixed on the emperor's face, as if searching for answers within himself.

“Your Majesty,” Russell whispered, “how can I possibly overcome my inner demons?”

The statue's face remained serene, as if silently responding to Russell's question. Russell took a deep breath, golden psionic energy flowing around him. He knew that no matter how powerful Kahn was, he had to face this battle.

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Deep in the warp, Kahn's fleet was closing in on Baal. His chain axe was stained with blood, and his respirator spewed scorching steam. "Russell," his voice gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, "this time, I'll show you that true legends are forged in blood!"

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Russell stood on the high walls of Baal, gazing at the distant starry sky. Complex emotions flickered in his eyes, and the final battle from many years ago—the duel between Kahn and Sigismund—kept replaying in his mind.

It was a battle worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Empire. Sigismund, the Imperial Sword wielding a massive black sword, fought Karn to a near standstill using the "Entanglement" technique. His swordsmanship flowed like water, each strike carrying unparalleled precision and power. Karn, the berserker of Khorne, wielded his chain axe like a raging storm, each strike carrying devastating force.

“Sigismund…” Russell said softly, his voice tinged with awe, “His swordsmanship…I can never reach his level.”

Carleon's white wings fluttered gently in the wind, his voice deep and firm: "Russell, you don't need to be Sigismund. You have your own way of fighting, your own power."

Russell smiled wryly: "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Mastering Sigismund's level of swordsmanship isn't just about hard work; it requires talent."