"Magadros has been repaired three times recently. The Chronicler flipped through past records and said as much," said the Chronicler.
"I've already given him part of my essence. Do I not even have the right to say a few words?" The Void Dragon had suffered no damage from the collision just now. Its Living Metal body did not even bear a scratch.
"Instead of wasting your breath, you'd be better off eating a few Soul Crystals." Saranoga pulled out a handful of soul matter produced by Warp demon factories from his own dimension, consuming it to satisfy his appetite.
The Void Dragon also ate some soul matter, and sure enough, it no longer felt like speaking nonsense.
"Psychic Power and the Warp do have some benefits," Saranoga said. "At least the things those psychic vermin created can be used to meet our soul requirements."
"This is the only good thing those psychic vermin have ever done for the Real Universe. Hahaha." Having vented his urge for destruction, Burner returned to where the gods were gathered.
Psychic vermin.
Without a doubt, the vermin the C'tan spoke of were the Old Ones.
The Old Ones were cold-blooded, lizard-like creatures skilled in using Psychic Power.
"Are we going to keep discussing an extinct species, or are we leaving immediately for the next place so one of you can become a little more complete?" Qin Mo rose and addressed the gods.
The C'tan instantly fell silent.
Although giving their essence to Qin Mo, who wielded the Forger's power, meant being controlled by someone forever, that was nothing compared to the torment of incompleteness.
Likewise, the more they hated and suffered from their incomplete state, the more desperately they yearned to become relatively whole.
"Observe the evolution of the stars." Qin Mo ordered Mimic. "See