In Cheng Mingrui's view, sure, my Boss Slick was huge and cumbersome, with poor acceleration and agility, but I could blink!
Even if the Inertialess Drive needed a cooldown after every use, he could still use the Orks' Krakka Teleporter during that cooldown. That kind of blink mobility was more than enough for decisive fleet battles in a conventional universe.
Ork knowledge really was the best. Cheng Mingrui had actually thought a warship with high firepower, heavy armour, and outstanding mobility into existence. His reputation as the Orks' king of ideas was no empty boast!
With the design problem solved, all that remained was production capacity. The more Mekboys, the better.
Snap. Cheng Mingrui elegantly snapped his fingers and connected to the Weirdboy Kuka through a psychic link, intending to have Kuka coax some more ordinary Boyz into becoming Mekboys.
"Ah, Boss Slick! What d'you need me for?" Kuka's smarmy voice came through the psychic link, though his attitude was far more reverent than before. Gone was that air of I'm Gork and Mork's Divine Messenger. I don't care who I'm talking to.
Kuka's personality had changed after all. This Kuka was merely a new Kuka with the old Kuka's memories. What Cheng Mingrui had done was not the resurrection he had originally envisioned. That kind of resurrection was probably possible only for a god with the corresponding authority.
Alternatively, if Cheng Mingrui's own special ability evolved from deconstructing machinery to deconstructing everything, he could rebuild souls and flesh from their very source and truly resurrect life.
With a skill like that, wouldn't he be perfectly placed to fulfil the Necrons' grand ambition of resurrecting their race? Then he could have the Silent King wrapped around his finger... Forget it. He was getting ahead of himself. An ability that broken