While Szeras busied himself restoring the dismantled Aeldari, Trazyn, who was handling the Aeldari on the other end, also received a reply from Rotaros.
Trazyn let out a long breath and nodded to Yvraine, indicating that he had found the locations of the other arks.
The group advanced along the route Trazyn provided. To give Szeras more time to restore the "crime scene," Trazyn deliberately led the fleet along a longer route.
The combined fleet sailing through the void slowly grew stronger. The Carcharodons' White Maw and the Lamenters' Mother of Tears finally had more than enough personnel, and many previously sealed-off sections were brought back online.
Lin Fan remained in Perturabo's workshop. Ever since Perturabo discovered how quickly Lin Fan could shape complex metal components with his hands, he had dragged Lin Fan over to work for him. Lin Fan now spent every day laboring in the workshop.
Lin Fan sat on a low stool, gripping a piece of hard metal. A blueprint lay beside him as he rubbed and kneaded the metal with his hands. He found the experience rather interesting, like going back home and helping strip corn from the cob.
"Say, Boss P..."
"Mm." Perturabo gave a muffled grunt, still bent over his writing and drawings.
Lin Fan grinned. A few days ago, when he had suddenly called Perturabo Boss P, Perturabo had chased him around the bridge four or five times. Now, Perturabo had probably grown used to it.
"How much supply did you give Bashar? His smile hasn't left his face these past few days."
"Hmph... That fool!" Perturabo scoffed. "The moment he saw boltguns and bolts, he couldn't move his feet. And that Chapter Master of the Lamenters is even worse. They simply have no idea where the limits of Space Marines truly