"Hey, hey, hey, playing dead again?" Noticing that the head at his waist had gone quiet, Cheng Mingrui unfastened Afentis's head and gave it another pat. Afentis seemed completely dead.
Forget it. I'll keep him for now. Maybe Afentis's confidence took a hit and he's given up, or maybe he switched bodies? There was no way to tell for now, so Cheng Mingrui stopped dwelling on it.
Having come to terms with that, Cheng Mingrui hung Afentis's head on a spike on his back. If he woke up, Cheng Mingrui would hang him back over his ass.
After treating Afentis like that, was he still going to cooperate with the Necrons? Wasn't Cheng Mingrui afraid of facing a C'tan Shard?
Of course he was. How could he not be? What were the C'tan? Beings who could trade slaps with the Old Ones-true gods of the material universe.
But Cheng Mingrui's confidence came from Gork and Mork's promise. Before making his move, he had secretly prayed to them again, and received the same answer: "We've got yer back!"
What else was there to say? Gork and Mork above! Just get stuck in!
So it was better to eliminate the wild card that was Afentis sooner rather than later.
Now that the wild card had been dealt with, it was time to think about the C'tan. The Void Dragon... well, Cheng Mingrui didn't know much about him. All he knew was that a shard of this C'tan might be on Mars, where the Adeptus Mechanicus had mistaken it for the Omnissiah.
Of course, that was only a theory. The Adeptus Mechanicus believed the Omnissiah was another incarnation of the Emperor.
Every C'tan was hard to deal with, even a shard. What should he do?
Gork's advice was to stop worrying and get