All right, the Golden Age's military hardware was genuinely terrifying.
Lin Fan watched Little Yi make clothes for herself with a nanite swarm and asked Trazyn why he would not let Little Yi continue serving as his clothing.
"Any attack you can withstand would kill her in one hit. Better let her run for her life herself."
Seeing Little Yi nod desperately, Lin Fan had no choice but to agree with that reasoning.
Trazyn inserted a finger into the back of Little Yi's head and uploaded more data into her before speaking. "Your regiment happens to be short a communications specialist. I've given her alpha-level permissions. If you need it, the nanite swarm can call for first-priority support on the battlefield."
"You cracked that?"
"No... I worked for the Ordo Xenos for a while. Honestly, after becoming the Lord Inquisitor, I got too busy, so I resigned."
As he spoke, Trazyn made a gun shape with his hand and tapped it against his own head. Lin Fan understood that this so-called resignation meant suicide or something similar. Still, it sounded absurd—the head of an Inquisition dedicated to fighting xenos was himself a xenos.
If Trazyn had kept at it, perhaps he would have encountered Inquisitors investigating Necrons. Trazyn would sit upright upon the dais then, with every single juror at his side being one of his own people.
Who stands below to accuse me? The entire Ordo Xenos is mine. What do you have to fight me with?
Little Yi was finally repaired. She now wore standard Astra Militarum armor, with an enormous communications pack on her back. Of course, all of it had been formed from her nanite swarm.
Lin Fan pinched Little Yi's cheek and found that the nanite swarm's imitation was exceptional. By touch alone, Little Yi