I Became A Zompirewolf-Chapter 706 Precursor Artefact (2)

It seemed redecorating Planet Euphoria had become one of Kro'Han's pastimes. The once foresty world was turned into a desert by him, and now it had become a futuristic world unlike any other.

Planet Euphoria was now like a celestial jewel in the vast expanse of the universe, bathed in the ethereal glow of its iridescent landscapes.

Several Towering crystalline formations refracted the sunlight into a myriad of colours, creating a breathtaking vista that seemed almost divine.

It was on these surreal crystalline towers that Kro'Han stood with an air of authority. Before him, cloaked in dark robes, stood the leader of the Cult of Cosmos, the Pope.

Their meeting was held in the heart of Euphoria amidst the natural wonders that defied description. Kro'Han's eyes, as deep and enigmatic as the cosmos itself, were filled with disdain and disgust at what the place had become after the Precursors' departure.

But for the Pope, nothing could compare to Kro'Han's divinity, and there was nothing as wonderful and peaceful as serving him. But they weren't there for sightseeing, after all; Kro'Han had a universe to conquer.

"My Lord, you wanted my presence?" the Pope mumbled politely, his eyes fixated on the floor to not seem rude to the Precursor.

"The artefact I informed you about," Kro'Han began, his voice resonating with a commanding presence, "is hidden on a distant icy planet known as Glaciara. The Glacians, a race my brother created, should be protecting this ancient Precursor relic, so it won't be easy to get it."

The Pope inclined his head in acknowledgement, taking in every word that left his master's lips. He understood the gravity of their mission, the importance of the artefact, and the power it could unleash.

"We shall retrieve it at your command, Lord Kro'Han," the Pope vowed, his voice unwavering, a reflection of the unwavering devotion of his followers. "It won't matter who stands in our way; I'll end them all!"

Hearing those words made Kro'Han sigh. He couldn't believe out of all people that could have come across the planet, it was a fanboy who didn't know anything other than licking his ass.

"Interrupt me again, and I'll have your head as a toy for your beloved cultists," Kro'Han said as he rolled his eyes.

His eyes glinted with a sinister intensity as if the stars themselves danced in his irises.

"Your confidence brings me no joy, mortal. The Glacians are known to be resolute protectors. Even some precursors thought twice before going against them.

They will not yield the artefact willingly. You may need to resort to extreme measures if they refuse to cooperate. Show them no mercy, for our cause is of the utmost importance."

The Pope's gaze remained steady, revealing the deep faith he held in their shared mission of resurrecting the Precursors to their former godhood.

"As you command, Lord Kro'Han. We shall do what must be done." The Pope replied. "No matter the cost..."

"Go ahead," Kro'Han said and waved his hand, signalling the end of their meeting.

With their agreement sealed, the Pope began preparations to depart for Glaciara. The journey ahead was perilous, and he was well aware of the risks.

They would face not only the harsh conditions of an icy planet but also a formidable guardian race determined to safeguard the Precursor relic. But even then, the Pope was confident that his men wouldn't disappoint their master.

However, before they could embark on their dangerous expedition, Kro'Han raised another matter, his voice taking on a chilling edge that sent shivers down the Pope's spine.

"There is one more matter we must address," Kro'Han said, his gaze locked onto the Pope, holding him in a vice-like grip. "I want a test run of the artefact, and what better place for this trial than the Xyran homeworld? I still need to put those bratty children in their place."

The Pope's expression tightened with apprehension, and his mind raced with the implications of Kro'Han's request. As operating within Xyran territory was a daunting prospect itself, not to mention attacking their homeworld was suicide.

"Lord Kro'Han," the Pope began, his voice filled with reverence and fear, "I understand your desire to test the artefact on the Xyran homeworld, but the challenges are immense.

The Xyran homeworld's location is known only to the upper echelon of their civilisation and the members of their council. It is a closely guarded secret, and its location remains a mystery to the rest of the universe."

Kro'Han remained silent, which the Pope interpreted as the Precursors's wish to continue speaking.

"Moreover, the Xyrans have strict security measures in place," the Pope continued. "Any unidentified ship approaching their territory is met with swift and lethal force.

They show no mercy to intruders, and their defences are formidable. We have no way of accessing their homeworld without being identified and destroyed before we even get close."

Kro'Han leaned back in his dark, ornate chair, his expression thoughtful. His expression made it seem like he understood the gravity of the situation and the complexity of the task. Which gave the Pope to continue spouting more excuses.

"As such, to access their homeworld, we would need insider information, someone who knows the location and the security protocols."

"I understand your concerns or what I think of as excuses," Kro'Han continued, his voice laced with mockery. "But rest assured, I will provide you the means to reach their homeworld. You need only focus on that task I bestowed upon you. That's all..."

The Pope's anxiety eased slightly as he realised that Kro'Han would handle the logistics of reaching the Xyran homeworld.

Even the thought of waging war against the Xyrans was daunting, but with Kro'Han's guidance, it became a more feasible endeavour, which made the Pope somewhat confident.

"Thank you, Lord Kro'Han," the Pope replied with gratitude, a sense of relief washing over him. "We shall retrieve the artefact as instructed, and we eagerly await your guidance for the test run on the Xyran homeworld."

"That's all," Kro'Han's smile, as sinister as the abyss of space, held a menacing edge. "You can leave now."

With the pact sealed and plans in motion, the Pope and his cultists prepared to depart from Euphoria, their sights set on Glaciara and the artefact that could reshape the universe's destiny.