The Day the Fleet Set Sail!

At that moment, Raditus was naturally overcome with indescribable gratitude for Rorschach's words of comfort and wholehearted support.

It had no choice but to activate its anti-gravity engine and circle through the air several times before its entire skull seemed to calm down.

Perhaps because it had finally cast off the burdens and anxieties buried deep within its soul.

The Servitor Skull Raditus from Rorschach's memories quickly returned.

After that, following another lengthy exchange between the two, they came to several conclusions.

First, Raditus's true identity could not possibly be exposed anytime soon.

Not only did no one still know its true identity from the past, but the Great Rift stretching across most of the Imperial Territory had nearly cut off the rapid flow of all Intelligence Reports.

As long as Raditus maintained the persona of a Mechanical Sage who had willingly chosen to follow a Primarch, it would solve quite a few problems. It would also be difficult to draw further attention from the Adeptus Mechanicus of Mars.

However, Raditus also offered Rorschach a small suggestion.

If a Prayer Support mission to Mars came up later, the Primarch had to take it along, even if only to investigate a few matters.

After thinking it over briefly, Rorschach casually agreed.

Not long afterward, the gradually revitalized Raditus shifted most of its attention to the Auto-Servitor Robots repairing the Vibranium Power Armor.

In an instant, a great deal of harsh rebuking and cursing slowly rang out around them.

Rorschach, who had originally planned to continue handling the fleet's internal affairs, also rose and left with a helpless expression.

He truly did not want to continue enduring the Servitor Skull's chattering torment.

Had he known this would happen, he might as well have let it remain in that listless, half-dead state from