"Magradros was right. We have to bring Yggra'nya back."
A voice echoed through the hall as Qin Mo appeared before the gods.
"Is that your order?" Burner asked.
"Yes." Qin Mo nodded without hesitation.
"Then we should indeed go." Burner rose to his feet.
Qin Mo did not immediately take Burner with him. He stood where he was, staring at the flame-spewing killing maniac and questioning him. "You do not truly agree with Magradros and me. You are only considering this from a state akin to coercion. You have no choice but to obey, just as you once gave orders to the C'tan you enslaved. Am I right?"
Burner looked somewhat bewildered. Without even thinking, he nodded. "How else was I supposed to think?"
Qin Mo knew Burner's thoughts all too well.
The C'tan were too savage. Their thoughts were not difficult to guess.
In Qin Mo's view, ever since Burner had sought him out after the Battle of Baal, he had worked alongside him with the mentality of an enslaved being.
Of course, the C'tan had emotions. They could not fail to feel something resembling friendship. During the time he had worked with Qin Mo, Burner had naturally developed such feelings as well. But the concept of camaraderie scarcely existed in the C'tan's way of thinking, so Burner would only regard it as charity from his master.
Just as when he ruled over the Necrophages who believed in him, he did not always burn his followers to death. He also granted them certain benefits, such as things like the Tomb Gate.
"Most of you are vile, deceitful, and cruel beings."
Qin Mo's icy gaze swept across Burner, Saranoga, and the Star God fragments.
He did not truly think it was immensely important to make the C'tan understand cooperation. The