Ron and the Primarchs were all filled with anticipation for humanity's future. At least from this moment on, humanity's path ahead was clear, and the suffering of the Warp—previously thought impossible to overcome or escape—now had a solution.
"Barring any accidents, humanity's prospects are bright. The advantage is ours—"
Ron thought this.
He did not dwell on it too much. He threw himself into the Victory Celebration, enjoying this hard-won victory and joy with the people.
People needed a victory like this to strengthen their confidence and ease the tension that had built up over this period.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
After a brief stay and celebrating together with the Indomitus Crusade fleet, Ron led the Dreamer and its Frigate fleet back to Dawn City.
There was an even grander celebration waiting there.
By the time he returned to Dawn City, the entire region had become a sea of joy, and everyone's face was full of smiles.
Whether it was the Royal Court, the Main District, the towering super-skyscrapers, the parks, or the Trade Market, everything had been decorated and looked extremely festive.
Even the alien merchants and tourists were celebrating humanity's victory along with them. They no longer had to suffer the threat of the evil Silent King and the Blackstone Veil.
More importantly, under the influence of the Victory Celebration, their businesses had become much livelier again, and the originally strict management system had also been relaxed considerably.
This had been the alien management policy Ron had established in the first place.
Although humanity's numbers were vast, they still only made up half of all alien species across the Galaxy.
Under such circumstances, it would be extremely difficult for humanity to exterminate all aliens. Even if that many pigs were running all over the Galaxy, wiping them out would