"So, Golden Mandragora must be incredibly lively right now, huh?"
The astrologer Orikan suddenly saw Trazyn beside him go rigid, and an extraordinarily vivid expression appeared on his face. Thoughtfully, he guessed,
"Yes." Trazyn's voice trembled slightly.
"More than just lively."
The Infinite One's body finally returned to normal after three seconds. Just then, he had suddenly sensed that the code viruses he had previously released had been activated.
Though he did not understand how it worked, Trazyn knew very well that the Burning One shard had definitely escaped.
Perhaps suppressing a C'tan shard was no major matter for the Sautekh Dynasty.
But what if there were ten of them? Or even dozens?
Trazyn and Orikan were certain that Imotekh's head was about to explode. The massive army he had prepared for war was gathered in the star system centered on Golden Mandragora.
And before the asymmetric dimensional strikes of the C'tan shards, they were nothing more than stationary targets.
To deal with C'tan shards, one still had to rely on psychic power, or on other C'tan shards controlled by the Necrons. Only after knocking them down could they be captured with tesseract labyrinths.
And this was only the beginning. After wreaking havoc, those C'tan shards would inevitably scatter and flee, roaming everywhere with their extraordinary powers.
Capturing C'tan shards was immensely difficult. They naturally possessed faster-than-light power, making them even more agile than the Necrons' inertialess drives.
The entire Sautekh Dynasty would be left scrambling beneath the shadow of this C'tan disaster, until Imotekh cleaned up every one of these messes.
"By the way, you're still a member of the Sautekh Dynasty, aren't you? Even if you've left Sautekh and now serve the Silent King, why are you smiling so nastily?"
As Trazyn watched the expression on his old