"Let go of me! You bastards, let go already! Damn you, Saiban! This isn't paradise, where I can reap souls to my heart's content. This is fucking hell! I want to go back to the Warp!"
On the operating table, a high-ranking daemon with blue feathers atop its head and the appearance of a vulture with a crooked neck wailed in a frenzy, showering everyone with vile curses. But obviously, even if it screamed itself hoarse, no one would pay it any mind. Any creature who entered the Blacklight laboratory, even a Primarch, could only end up as meat on a chopping board.
High-purity Psionic Energy contamination was almost tangible. In the corners of the laboratory, clusters of Psionic Crystal Cluster glimmering with a rosy light were everywhere. This precious material, so valuable that it was unobtainable outside, could be found throughout the Blacklight, providing the ship with powerful shielding.
Psionic Energy, born from Hogg's C'tan Power and the devouring of his fellow Warp-dwellers, was basically shit-flavored chocolate to daemons. Once tainted by it, they had to expend great effort to cleanse themselves. One careless mistake, and they'd become a chosen one like the Burning Legion's insane shit-eating Lao Ba.
A deep red haze blocked the Great Ocean's gaze. Looking at the two figures, one large and one small, before him, Frieza knew he was probably done for.
The shorter one was the Lord of Blacklight, who had risen to prominence in the past ten thousand years. He was a Chaos god on the same level as his own Lord of Change, but the problem was that he was a god of physical power. His approach was completely different from his boss's.
As for the relationship between the Lord of Blacklight and his own god, Frieza felt that even thinking