The warlock staggered up to the Silent King, then opened the metal ribs in his chest, releasing the most important data core.
If Slaanesh had been watching, it surely would have had plenty to say about such an extremely explicit scene.
The data core looked as though it had been laser-engraved. All the information Orikan could transmit had been compressed to the extreme, ultimately presented in the form of a tattoo.
From the tattoo's pattern, the Silent King determined that it came from the Antaidos Great Star Cluster—a technology of the Peikun race. This race had been created by a subsidiary race of the Old Ones' vassal species. They were not particularly capable in battle, but they could use these tattoos to communicate across immense distances.
Like countless civilizations annihilated during the War in Heaven, that civilization had been destroyed by war and cosmic collapse. Fortunately, the dynasty's database still retained the ancient technology for deciphering the tattoos' meanings.
After reading it, the Silent King did not immediately issue an order, but the fingers tapping incessantly against the armrest of his Golden Throne revealed his urgency and concern.
The vast fleet split into two. The fleet led by the Silent King changed its destination to Mars.
Orikan's actions were naturally noticed by Angron. However, Angron was in low spirits, single-mindedly seeking death, and did not care at all what Orikan had done.
"Is Konrad Curze taking Angron away to torture him?" Lin Fan looked at Fulgrim. Among the Primarchs, Fulgrim was the one who understood Konrad Curze's state of mind best.
Fulgrim stroked his smooth chin and thought for a moment. "I think Konrad Curze took Angron to his secret darkroom to watch cartoons."
"Are you serious?" Lin Fan found Fulgrim's guess amusing. "If you said Konrad Curze was going